Have you ever waited for someone who never showed up? If you have then you have felt a small bit of the Boys pain. He sits on the same rooftop every night, just waiting...waiting for someone to come and take him away from this hell. His eyes an astonishing green, watches the road with the diligence of a hawk, the wind batters his small frame but he does not flinch, The rain seeps through his tattered excuse for clothes but he does not shiver, The only way to endure large amounts of torture is to suppress your emotions, The boy had this down to an art form. He no longer cared for life or any of its virtues, how could he? When all you see is darkness how can you know of the light? You can't. But in the back of the Boy's mind there is a small flicker of hope like a candle in the dark, because even the smallest flame can cause a raging inferno.
"BOY GET DOWN HERE YOU WORTLESS EXCUSE FOR A HUMAN" this shout came for a large balding man who looked suspiciously like giant rhubarb someone had forced into a paisley coloured suit. The boy sighed, then steeled himself for the inevitable conflict and slowly made his way down to where his uncle was sat squished into an armchair much too small for his obese form. "Yes uncle ?" The boy said trying to convey the respect he did not have for this man into his tone of voice. "I want you gone, you have been a stain on this family far too long, Pack whatever you have into a bag and leave, Now." A grin threatening to split his fat face in half as he delivered what he thought was devastating news to the boy.
Unbeknownst to him the boys brain was racing, a small smile graced his features as he turned and tried desperately not to run to his cupboard, as he packed his few belongings into his bag; several small toy soldiers, a ten pound note he had found on the street and a small charm bracelet with two charms, a stag and a lily. The boy often wondered at its significance but he had never dared to ask his uncle or aunt. As he reached the front door the boy didn't turn back to look at his so called family, he wouldn't miss them nor them him.
As he took his first step the realization hit him, he was 9 years old and alone in the world but the boy... no, Harry was not scared. Harry was free. And God damn did it feel good. For the first time in a long while Harry had a spring in his step and his small flame of hope grew larger, with a giant smile on his face he left privet drive behind him forever.