Authors Note(IMPORTANT):

Um, hi! I don't know how you found this story, but I'm glad you did. I just want to point out that this story contains abuse, both verbal and physical,so if you're not comfortable with that... it's nothing really graphic, but still abuse. So yeah. Rated M to be safe, I'm not the best with FanFiction ratings...

Disclaimer(always wanted to do that): I do not own Harry Potter, he doesn't have my name written on his shoe like Woody in Toy Story, so yeah, enjoy

Anyone who knows Harry Potter (which wasn't many) knew he was NOTHING like the stories made him out to be.

"BOY!" Uncle Vernon hollered, his voice echoing in Harry's small cupboard.

"Coming," a 4-year old Harry replied, hastily fiddling with the faulty lock on the cupboard door. The lock was old, and sometimes locked itself, soHarry oftenhadto open it himself. Succeeding in opening the door, he rushed out to

see what Uncle Vernon wanted.

"Get the mail boy, make yourself useful," ordered Vernon, Harry nodded, and rushed to the door as quickly as he could without running. He winced when he realised that the 2 parcels were addressed to Dudley. It was his birthday next week, and Harry
/was not looking forward to it. The Dursleys would go out to some awesomeplace, leaving Harry with with Mrs Figg, the woman who lived down the road and was obsessed with her cats. Harry hated it. He quickly delivered someimportant-

looking letters to Uncle Vernon, and the 2 parcels to Dudley, who snatched them away and wiped it with his sleeve, as an effort to get rid of Harry's "cooties"

"What have you got, Diddy- kins?" Came Aunt Petunias shrill voice, ignoring Harry entirely

"Presents!" Said Dudley in a sickening voice that made Harry want to throw up. Excusing himself hurriedly, Harry went into his cupboard, unable of hearing Aunt Petunia gushing over Dudley anymore. Harry sighed, and leant his head against the inside
/of the cupboard door, and,mumblingto himself, imagined what life would be like if his parents were still alive.

Hermione

Hermione Granger was a peculiar child, to say the least. By the age of four, she was already reading small chapter books, and parts of the newspaper that was in big print. Any normal personwould think her parents would be proud. But no normal

person wereclose with the Grangers. Disgusted by howtheir daughter was a 'nosy twit', Mr and Mrs Granger were firm believers of the saying 'Children should be seen and not heard.'Because of this, Hermione was not shown around

in public, and was forced to spend her days parents did not care what she did, so long as she stayed out of their way. So Hermione read. A lot. In fact, Hermione was asked by her kindergarten teacher to move up a grade, but Hermione

refused, scared of what her parents would to her if she did.

"Hermione, dear, would you mind getting me some tea?" Came Mrs Grangers voice. Wincing, Hermione obliged, and put the kettle on. While it was boiling, her mother called her over. Mrs Granger put her hands on her daughters cheek, causing Hermione to
/flinch.

"I hope you know we love you, Hermione," said her mother.

"You... we want whats best for you, and this is best for you. You won't-"

Just then, the kettle went off. Hermione went to attend to it. As she continued to set up the tea, she thought to herself how different life would be if her parents loved her. If they were proud.

Ron

Being the youngest son in a family of nine didn't get you very far, especially if you're one year older than the only girl.

"Ron" came Mrs Wealsleys shrill voice. "Come down here!"

Ron groaned to himself. Coming down meant chores. And chores andmeant... Ron scurried down the many stairs quickly. Molly pushed an almost empty bowl of porridge in front of him. Ron ate it as quickly as possible. "You can degnome the garden withFred
and George," Said Molly, pointing to Fred in George who were already outside. Ron ran out to join them.

"Took your time" Said Fred, grinning.

"Bill andCharlie are coming back today." George said. He seemed excited about it, the opposite of what Ron was feeling. He winced as he heard a car engine coming to a stop behind them. Fred and George ran up to it, then being hugged by two tall
/red-headed figures. "Hey Ronnie, no hug for your brothers?" Charlie said in mock hurt. Everyone else, excluding Arthur, who had gone inside to see his wife,laughed. Ron shifted uncomfortably and turned his gaze away.

"The gits too scared, Charlie" laughed Fred. Ron winced and started to go inside, when Bill called him back. He shoved his bag into Ron's arms and said to Fred and George, "Has he been giving you guys trouble?"

Fred and George grinned. Ron stared. Come on, he thought. I've been good. I've been nothing but good."He's been alright Bill," said George. "I'll take your bag."

"No, Ron can," Smirked Bill. "Ungrateful Git hasn't even said hello yet".

Sighing, Ron pulled both Bill and Charlies trunks to the house, leaving the four brothers to joke around.

"Put them at the door, Ron," said Mrs Weasley. Obeying, Ron excused himself to his room, where he absent-mindedly fidgeted with a large bruise on his arm, under his sleeve. Not for the first time, Ron imagined himself being someone, anyone else
witha loving family. Anyone but him.

Bam! Done! So other chapters will be different than this, only one or 2 povs,

I just did 3 for the first one. I hope you Enjoyed!