Chapter -1

31 july 1986

The sky is dark outside. There's soft snoring coming from uncle Vernon and aunt petunia's bedroom.

Harry suddenly jolts awake.

He is remembering a dream. It was a good one, he could remember people. It had happened for the first time.

He remembers his grandpapa Tom, or as he liked to call him( just to his annoyance), Grandpa Voldy. He remembered his daddy, momma, his uncle Sev, uncle Padfoot, Uncle Peter, Uncle Moony. Then there's his Grandmomma Bella. There was some sort of party going on. There was a cake. And decorations.

Which reminded him, it was his birthday today. Judging by the darkness it was most probably 12:00 am.

He quietly tiptoed to the cupboard door and turned the handle. It was sometimes left open, and Harry snuck food into his cupboard whenever it was.

He was lucky, it WAS open.

His accidental magic casting silencing and notice me not charms around him, he tiptoed as quiet as he could, not wanting to wake the dursleys. He reached the fridge, and looked around for something that won't be missed.

He caught site of fruits, he took an apple, a banana, 2 carrots and some pieces of lettuce. Then he brought out the plastic water bottle he hid in the cupboard and filled it with water. Another one was filled with juice. Another one was filled with milk, feeling satisfied, and not wanting to risk anything more, he took the food back to his cupboard.

Once inside, he thought of the dream. It filled him with happiness.

He had wondered where his family was when he'd first had the dream. He had gone to aunt petunia to ask about his parents. But he'd never made THAT mistake again in his life.

Getting 20 slaps was enough to make you realize not to make a mistake again.

Sadly though, it had taken him 40 more slaps until he'd realized that he should not utter even one single word or he would be done for.

His life was very sad indeed. He'd fantasized about being treated the same way as Dudley, but Uncle Vernon had made that right immediately.

He WAS a freak after all. He was a burden on his relatives, though he had tried to make them love him when he was younger.

Didn't work.

Now, he was their personal slave. Cooking, cleaning, gardening, you name it, Harry would be doing it.

He often wondered why his relatives hated him, never got any answer though.

But then he couldn't do anything he supposed. His parents were dead, they were his only Family. He had to hold out until he was of age and had a job. Then he could move out and live happily ever after.

For now, he settled with singing "happy birthday to me" In low tones and picked out the banana and ate it. Washing it down with a mouthful of water, juice and milk, he settled down to sleep.

After all, aunt petunia would come to wake him up at 6:00 am tomorrow. He needed to get rest. it wouldn't do to burn the food after all...