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Can you remember who you were, before the world told you what you should be?
K.W
Chapter one: Broken But Not impossible
Humanity, has always outcast those who are different they judge what they don't know. They throw them away before they even know them, or know what it is that they do.
To others if they don't have a house, a good paying job or just look normal, or if they and their partner just don't fit in with what they have for you then that makes you a freak, or that's just what our aunt and uncle have always told my brother and I.
Freaks don't deserve being among the earth, or they need to be exterminated, that's all we've heard from them, and apparently that is just where my brother and I fit in among the Freaks.
"Luke what's wrong?" harry asks in a small whisper, huddling closer to me for warmth. Placing my hand around him I whispered back with a small smile." You know trying to figure out what would happen if you crossed a vampire and a snowman together."
Harry giggles "what happed?"
"Well it became frostbitten" I said with a straight face.
He laughs quietly, God I wish I get him out of this small cupboard, into a real loving home; he deserves so much more than being a servant to them, those animals.
Aunt Petunia, our mothers' sister she took us in when our parents were killed, just out of the goodness of her heart, when we were place on her door step.
She has looks like a dark haired anorexic horse, who like to get the latest gossip, on who's who in the neighborhood. And has very scary accuracy for her frying pan, if you do one thing wrong. And has a weird thing about her son. She let him do anything he wants.
Dudley, he's sadly shares blood with us, if you look just right he's nothing but a small pig in a wig. He's the bully that your parents told you to try to avoid the best that you can. Though he did create a wonderfully crateful game called potter hunting, while I must say is that my dear little brother possibly might have them beat, he has this strangest luck in running away, and he can find hiding spots a couple miles away that they don't even look at.
Now for the worst for last, the beached whale Vernon Dursley, the warden of this prison, if we were ever caught doing anything freaky then he dished out the punishments and I must say he is a very vindictive person.
Blinking out of my thoughts I look back down at my little brother, he looks upset about something, I begin to smell the food being cooked in the kitchen, and darn it looks like the zoo has awoken. Sighing I look to harry again with a small smile I open the door to our very uncomfortable cell to our masters. "Lets get this over with don't you think?"
_Change of scene_
Along in the little neighborhood of privet drive stood a figure of women, who looked along the street with a face of sadness.
End chapter one