AN - Hey there! This is my first time posting a story and I wanted to give a quick introduction to myself and this piece of shit **kicks story** that I'm hoping you enjoy. It has always seriously bugged me that Harry's abuse is almost entirely glossed over in canon and NO ONE SEEMS TO GIVE A FUCK. So this is me. Giving a fuck.

I'm going to attempt to keep everyone as in character as possible, yes that means the Dursleys, while complete and utter arseholes, won't be sexually abusive ((as there is no evidence I have been able to find of this in canon)) or overly physically abusive, although I will likely try and elaborate on the emotional abuse and neglect Harry experiences. If you find these topics distressing I strongly recommend you do not read this story.

Also Harry is the ultimate bisexual sass queen. ((it's canon and no one can convince me otherwise)).

I will only be posting the prologue to start, and reviews are much appreciated ((even if all you say is "Nice."))

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The little boy with messy black hair stood quietly in the hallway, peering into the room. His overlarge glasses slipped down his face and he pushed them up his nose as he rubbed the dangling sleeve of his shirt between his fingers.

"Happy Birthday Diddy-kins!" Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon cheered as they showered the chubby blonde boy with affection. Aunt Petunia pushed a towering cake with the words 'Happy 6th Birthday' written in vibrant blue towards the boy.

"Go on Sweetums. Dig in!"

The blonde beach ball squealed and started stuffing handfuls of the cake all over his face. Presumably he was aiming for his mouth, but his aim wasn't very accurate.

The black haired boy's eyes widened with amazement. He had never seen such a big cake before, and the colourful boxes covering the room seemed to shine. When he couldn't bear to wait any more he slipped into the room - his feet making hardly any sound on the carpeted flooring.

"Aunty?" The boy smiled up at his Aunt, "Could I please have some cake too?"

Petunia glared at the child's sudden appearance and hissed venomously , "What are you doing?! You'll spoil Dudley's birthday. Go back to your cupboard."

The little boy's brows furrowed in innocent confusion, "Could... I maybe have a birthday too before I go in the cupboard?"

Petunia turned to Vernon abruptly and jerked her head in the boy's direction. "Vernon! Could you deal with this please?" She then turned to the blonde boy - cooing over her blue streaked son and ignoring the other child in the room like he was invisible.

The black haired boy backtracked as his Uncle's menacing glare turned on him. He didn't know what he said but he knew they didn't like it.

"Or a shiny box to play with?" The child hastened to add, "After Dudley's done having his turn?"

Vernon's hand pointed to the hallway, "Cupboard. Now."

"But-"

"NOW." This time the word was punctuated by an apple that was grabbed from the fruit bowl flying through the air towards the boy's head. The boy ducked and yelped, hunching over as he darted for the cupboard.

As the boy closed the cupboard door without a sound he heard his Aunt muttering, "Honestly… the nerve of that child. Interrupting Dudders birthday like that. We need to teach him some manners Vernon - it won't do to have the neighbors see him act like that."

"I think you're right Petunia…" with that, the lock on his cupboard latched and he was left in darkness.

The boy lay himself on his tiny cot, and buried his face in the lumpy pillow as he fruitlessly attempted to stem the steady flow of wetness from his eyes. He hoped they'd remember to give him dinner tonight. Maybe if he was good he'd get a shiny box too.