this supposed drabble is rather long, but I felt like I was on a role, or that when i started I wanted to keep going...
Harry had felt out of place all his life. His so called Family, the Dursleys, made sure he knew what a burden he was, what a waste of space he was, what a freak he was.
Harry had odd things happen around him, having a cutesy sweater shrink while aunt was trying to force it onto him, from his teacher's hair turning black and orange, to ending up on the roof after a round of harry hunting, curtesy of duddly and his band of thugs, to having his hair grow back after his aunt sheared it off him after accidently getting candy stuck in his hair, to having spiders constantly infest the house with webs. That last one made the dursleys mad,they constantly hade to hire exterminaters to fumigate the house,making it so they had to hide that harry slept under the stairs. Harry loved to hide a few spiders in his pockets to protect them from the dursleys.
so when the letters started coming and chased the dursleys to a island with a light house,where his birthday past and he met Hagrid, of whom he was briefly jealous of, all that hair, and he learned he was a wizard. its was somewhat of a relief to learn what he was. Now, if only that made him feel better, it didn't, he still felt like he didn't belong.