Harry's Christmas
"Listen here Boy" Whispered a large pig of a man, his small blue eyes glancing around watching out for any neighbours who could be watching him; he doubted they would be, it was Christmas Eve after all. The man had thick dark hair and a bushy moustache with hardly any neck and he was currently glaring down at his little freak of a nephew who was stood on the doorstep outside the man perfectly normal house wearing only a red baggy t-shirt and navy shorts held up with a piece of rope, even though it was snowing, "I don't want to see your ugly face until Boxing Day got it" Harry Potter (the man's nephew) nodded, terrified of his Uncle knowing what would happen if he came back early "Yes Sir" Harry whispered shivering in the cold his teeth chattering together, "Good" Vernon growled as he pushed Harry off the doorstep and into the cold white snow. Vernon smiled happily as his nephew hit the pavement before entering his house and shutting the door behind him he rubbed his hands together; Christmas without the freak it was time to start celebrating.
Harry quickly got up out of the snow, he was starting to turn blue and that could not be good, and scampered over the road slipping over the ice as he did so. He began to walk along quickly trying to get as much distance between himself and Number 4 Private Drive as possible and hopefully to somewhere warm, but he doubted that would be happening soon. Harry sighed sadly, it was Christmas Eve today and Christmas tomorrow, he had always hated Christmas. Most normal seven year olds loved Christmas but not him, not the freak. His family, if he could even call them that, always kicked him out of their home and made him stay out from Christmas Eve to Boxing Day. He would be stuck out in the cold while everyone else was sleeping waiting for Santa to come or celebrating Christmas with their friends and family, it was torture, but he deserved it he was a freak after all he thought bitterly.
Harry walked to the park and sat down under a pine tree and gazed up at the night sky shivering. He was cold, scared and alone. Harry sighed again a tear falling from his jaded green eyes he hugged his legs to his chest snow falling all around him turning everything white. Harry brushed his messy black hair out of his eyes and wished. He wished for a real family to keep him safe and warm. He wished for some distant relative to take him away so he would never have to see his "family" again. He wished most of all to be loved, as he did every year. His wishes had yet to come true and probably never would. Harry closed his green eyes and slowly went to sleep, while snow was falling down all around him and tears trailing slowly down his small face, all the while still wishing that maybe one day someone would love him.