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Family situation

A lone boy sat on his bed staring out at the starry sky. The clouds that obscured the earths natural satellite moved on and showed it in it's full glory. The ethereal light of the moon showed the rooms occupant bathing in it. The rooms occupant was none other than Harry Potter in all of his 11 years. Harry was truly a carbon copy of his father, except for the eyes. They were the emerald green of his mother. Even if so alike in appearance those twin orbs were completely different than the ones sweet Lilly owned. The sparkle they should have had was not there, no they showed an swirl of emotions no eleven year old should show. It was the evidence of internal struggle, one that had been present for years. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and memories, some of which he did not want to remember. The night sky had always had a calming effect on him, especially the moon, unlike his pseudo uncle. It was his safe haven, his paradise, his place of freedom . Though most of all it was the keeper of his secrets, his deepest and darkest. They rested in the eternal darkness of the night, amongst the sparkling stars and gaping black holes. Never to be revealed. But even the night sky could not heal the wounds which were still open wide and bleeding. The continual reminders that not all was right in his life. An eleven year old can only take so much, and slowly but surely Harry Potters barriers fell one by one. And so he cried in the safety of the blanket of darkness the night threw over the world. Cried because he couldn't hold it back anymore, the pain, the confusion and most of all the loneliness. Cried until he could cry no more, until he fell into a restless sleep. Yes Harry Potter was lonely child and had been for the last 6 years.

The Sun slowly came up and started shining brightly, showing the living conditions of the Potters. The Potters still lived in Godrics Hollow, though number seven was no longer their residence. No , number seven was still a pile of burned wood surrounded even now by the foul magics that had been used that night. Though it was painful reminder of what had transpired that night, it was also the night their son became The-boy-who-lived. With that declaration came the fame, respect and wealth of a celebrity. That would be the reason the now lived in comfortable number 30 of Godrics Hollow. Number 30 was a nice 3 story building with 5 or 6 acres of forest surrounding it. The smooth transition between marble, brick and wood was a piece of art. The grand oak doors and small fountain on the gravel road completed the image of the picture perfect house. Yes the potters didn't have bad at all , quite the contrary really. Now the tranquil quite of this lovely morning would soon be ruined by -" WOOHOO! Wakey, Wakey everyone! It's time for ME to get to Hogwarts!"- a very hyper active Charles Potter.

Harry Groaned and looked at his alarm clock and groaned some more. It was 7:00 o clock, his usual waking time, but today it was just way too early. He felt like crap and his brothers hyperactive voice was grating on his nerves. Suddenly though the words that his twin had shouted on this fine morning registered inside his mind. One word in particular: Hogwarts! His eyes widened and a small smile graced his lips. He got out of bed and went about his usual morning ritual. This ritual consisted of showering, brushing his teeth and getting dressed. At 7:30 he headed downstairs and went to the kitchen, ready to perform the next thing on his list: breakfast. When he entered the room that housed the cooking utensils he was hoping to see someone standing there waiting for him to join, but alas it was not to be. The kitchen was empty as per usual. He sighed and went about the kitchen with a practiced ease, cooking up breakfast for the whole house. He had always loved to cook, but now it had lost it former splendor. The warm feeling the kitchen had once brought him was now only a memory. The bacon and eggs were done and divided amongst the 5 plates. Toast was also being made and put on the table.

Suddenly he heard the tell-tale noise of someone coming down the stairs. Amongst the creaking of the stairs were the heavy steps of his father and the light laugh of his mother. Above him he could hear the sounds of his siblings having an argument. They were coming down now too.

The sounds he so envied, came closer and closer until they entered the kitchen. First entered his father: James Potter. James had messy hair ,a pair of hazel brown eyes that were covered by some glasses and an easy going grin on his face. He was by no means tall, but he was an impressive sight nonetheless, at his 1.5 meters. Yes, the years of auror training had done him good.

Next to him stood his lovely wife, Harry's mother. Lily Evans was no longer the feisty little redhead that she had been in her youth. Her beautiful mane of red hair now reached her lower back, and it framed her face perfectly. She wasn't some plastic doll that had to put on makeup to be good looking, no she had a natural beauty few could rival. She was not busty, but rather curvy in the right places in a simple and elegant way. She had porcelhine-like pale skin, a few freckles here and there and her beautiful green eyes that sparkled with joy and love. She was't tall but neither was she short, but rather somewhere in between. In a few words she was a sought after women.

Bursting through the married couple came his siblings. First came his sister, junior to him by a year. She had the wavy black hair and a pale skin and his fathers eyes. A mischievous expression on her young face. " Violet give my wand back!" yelled Charles Potter. The eldest potter twin had more his mothers genes instead of his his red hair and hazel brown eyes he was the exact opposite of Harry. He was a bit bigger and rounder than his younger brother. His mother scolded Violet with laughter and James just laughed heartily.

It was a scene of a perfectly happy family.

A family he wasn't part of.

"Good morning." he said but no answer came, not even a glance. They were completely oblivious to the fact that he stood there. Not even a thank you for the pre-made breakfast.

He was used to it, so used to it. Yet it hurt . It hurt every single time.

And he was sick of it, sick of being ignored no matter what he did. He had at one time, done everything in his power to gain his parent's attention and affection. Except that plan brought no fruits. No matter what he did, his brother or sister did it better, at least in his parent's eyes. But now they were going to Hogwarts and it was his time to shine, time to show them what they had ignored. He may not have the fame of his brother or the genius of his sister, who could grasp everything at just a glance. No, but he was a genius, one of hard work. He had poured everything into his studies. Everything, and couldn't wait to show them just what he was capable of. And maybe, maybe his parents would pay attention to him, because in the end that was all he wanted.