Disclaimer: Harry Potter and associated characters do not belong to me, I am just barrowing them for this fanfiction.
Harry Potter and His Happy Ending
Chapter 1: Happy Birthday
In the cupboard of 4 Privet Drive laid a half-conscious Harry Potter. He had been crying silently for the last three hours. Today was his fourth birthday and he thought that if he was good and did all of his chores, he might get a piece of cake or something sweet to eat. After cooking breakfast, cleaning the house and yard, and finishing the laundry, Harry went to his Aunt Petunia to ask if he could have a cookie because it was his birthday.
"You ungrateful brat. We let you live in our house and eat our food and you dare to ask something of us? You should be the one buying us stuff for having to put up with your freakiness, you FREAK! ", with that, Petunia took the wooden spoon she was holding and smashed Harry in the head. Vernon, upon seeing his wife beating up the freak, took him by the arm and started pounding on him, the beating lasted until lithe Harry was black and blue.
After the pounding ceased, Vernon threw the child into his cupboard and locked him up for the day. That was the last Harry saw of them for the night. He tried to cry himself to sleep but he was scared, he was scared that if he fall asleep now, he might not wake up again the next day.
Vernon and Petunia didn't want to get Harry a bed so he slept in a pile of old worn out clothes that the family found in the attic and those that they did not want anymore, for a blanket, he had an old, torn up bedspread.
As Harry cried to himself, he wondered what he ever did to deserve this, why did his parents throw him away, didn't they want him anymore? As he thought about his parents, he drifted off to sleep.