Not everyone hates Harry. Some are just too afraid of what other people think. This was my very first story.

Can a child, raised to believe that he is worth little more than the dirt he sleeps upon, find the courage to rise up and face his destiny or will the weight of the entire Wizarding world that rests upon his small shoulder be the final straw that breaks him? (This is a seriously abused Harry - forget canon Harry! Abuse is not overcome in a few months time)