It had been ten years since I woke up in the new world. I rushed toward the door as someone was knocking knowing that if I delayed my so called relatives would either withhold food or lock me up for days on end yet again. I didn't even want to think about Vernon giving his overgrown son the go ahead to teach the freak a lesson. I sighed knowing that if I stayed patient enough I would be gone soon enough.

I wanted to pack up enough to get me by till I could find a more permanent arrangement. So far I managed to put together several hundred pounds which I found in Dudley's room. He always asked his parents for ,only that he never used. I was planning on taking more before I left. He would not even notice it was gone.

I was reborn in the Harry Potter world. How did I know this? The first two and a half years of my life was spent in a magical household and with my mature mind that held all my memories of my past life I managed to put two and two together. I was the first born child of the Potters.

At first I was worried that I would be the one facing the trials Harry had to face until I saw the dates. They did not match up what I remembered of the books. I was born a couple of years before Harry and yes he was born after two years.

What I did not expect though was to have Lily and James send me away to the Dursleys after the attack by Voldemort and they survived somehow. All I got from the conversation depicting the reason why they were doing this was that I had no magic and it was better for me to live away from it all. Lily was afraid I would grow bitter like her sister did and managed to convince James of this.

If I had been an actual child I'm sure I would have been timid, cowed, withdrawn and proper conditioned by the way the Dursleys treated me. They did not allow me to go to school so I never learned how to read and write. All I could do was be thankful that I already knew how to do it. When I first arrived Petunia would drugged my food leaving me with a vacant expression on my face and drooling then take me to be looked over by a doctor who declared that I was in need of extra care and could not go to a mainstream school.

It took a lot for me not to go against them seeing as I could hardly care for myself at such a young age. So while they were getting benefits for my care and working me like a horse I meditated and searched for anything inside me that would resemble magic. Why would I be born in a world of magic only to be denied it. That was just a cruel fate.

At first nothing happened. I however persevered and struggled to get something. Years went by as I tried and tried not wishing to give up. It was when I was finally giving up after years of constant disappointment that I felt it. A warmth inside me growing slowly. Every time I closed my eyes I saw it, a small flame that was getting bigger as time went by.

I didn't realise it but my attempt at calling my magic to the fore released it from its core where I could not reach it and it was now slowly expanding and filling me up with magic. Yes I had been born a squib a fact that I realised after I started finally getting to know my magic.

My magic was like a child and not, rushing around my body like an over excited puppy and healing me when Dudley went too far. I waited for at least someone from the magical world to check up on me hoping they would get me out of there but they never did. By the time a year went by I realised they were not going to so I began to look out for myself.

I didn't know much about magic so I decided if I was going to learn how to control it then the source of it would be the best place to start. During meditation I found my magic and held out my hand. I waited for it to come to me, which it did surprising me and surrounding me completely. I sent questions in the form of thoughts to it asking for its help.

I could feel the excitement coming from within it. It was weaving itself in my body and I could feel us becoming one. My thoughts became my magic's thoughts, my feelings its feelings and vice versa. I could use my magic with only a thought.

I opened the door to find the postman outside and I signed for the package he held out to me. After he was gone I took the package to the breakfast table where the Dursleys were enjoying the breakfast I had made them. Knowing better than to delay I placed the package beside Vernon and returned to my room in the cupboard under the stairs.

I was ready to leave my satchel which I liberated from the attic had a change of clothes, tinned food that I poached over the week, some crisps and biscuits and water as well as the money stashed in the side pocket. The sound of the Dursleys getting up and leaving made my heart thump in anticipation. Petunia opened the door to the cupboard and threw in a bottle of water that she filled up at the tap, two slices of toast and left over bacon. She must have been feeling quite generous today because she never gave me bacon before.

I thanked her knowing if I didn't she would throw a fit and might create a problem that would stop me from leaving. She closed the cupboard door and locked it. Not trusting the generosity from Petunia, after all she was the one who drugged me as a child and there was also the fact that she had never given me that much food before, I placed the bacon and toast on the floor of the cupboard. Without eating it.

I waited half an hour after hearing them leave in case they returned suddenly before I used magic to unlock my cupboard door and crawling out of the cupboard. I noticed the food on the plate was now a bit discoloured. The bacon looked a little brown. I wondered what she put in it. I picked up the food and took it with me upstairs to Dudley's room and left it in there. The little pig would eat anything placed in front of it. It was probably cruel but I was at the point of I don't care. Let her deal with the consequences for once.