Harry was rudely woken up to the banging on his door by his aunt. She didn't speak a word however, she hadn't spoken to Harry in a while now. Not since he came back home with all his supplies from Diagon Alley. Thanks to her and Harry's uncle, Vernon, being rather loud at talking he did know they hated his owl who even Harry wasn't too fond of sometimes because of her loud screeches in the middle of the day. She was good company though, he definitely couldn't deny her that.

Harry picked up the clothes he left for himself on the floor, the rest of his clothes were packed away in his trunk. He swiftly dropped them on his bed and took off his own clothing. Usually Harry was quick to dress but today he stood there nude, something was off. There was a slight stench in the room, only slight but still enough to pervade his nostrils. He lifted up his arm and smelled his pit where not even a sole hair stood. It smelled terrible. When was the last time I showered?

Harry threw on his new clothing, accepting defeat as there's nothing he could do about that slight stench. It would be stuck onto him on his way to school. He hoped no one would notice but he was sure his misfortune in life would follow him like a hawk follows its prey and this hope would be worthless.

Dudley was heard bounding down the hall outside Harry's room which funnily enough, used to be Dudley's second room while Harry spent his private hours in a cupboard under the stairs. That pig even threw a fit when his parents told him they were going to give Harry the room even though he barely did anything with it. But Dudders will get his karma, he'll always be a mere muggle while Harry is who wizards refer to as, "the boy who lived." And on top of that he himself seems to be a wizard and so were his parents.

His parents… he never really knew them yet to this day there's a hole in his soul that has always been empty because they've never been there to fill it. You'd think Vernon and Petunia would at least try to fill it a little bit but all they've done is dug it deeper and deeper and deeper.

Harry made his way out of his room quickly, opening a drawer and pulling out his toothbrush and a tiny packet of toothpaste on his way. He walked through the hall quietly and made his way to the bathroom where he slowly shut the door behind himself. The bathroom was small but still had everything you needed, a sink with a cracked mirror above it, a toilet, a shower, and a little cabinet filled with God knows what above the toilet of all places.

Harry stood in front of the sink where he squeezed a slim amount of toothpaste onto his toothbrush before brushing away. He thought of what school may be like. Part of him was worried it´d be terrible because of that blonde kid he met at the robes shop. What if everyone there was like him?

Should I just turn my back? Quit while I'm ahead. End up going to school with normal people, have the most normal life I could possibly have, and die the most normal death I could possibly die. Maybe that's life I should choose rather than gamble mine away at this high stakes table called Hogwarts.

Suddenly, a warmness filled Harry's body. Not a threatening warmness, but rather a loving warmness. The type of warmness he assumed one was supposed to get from things like hugs. But why was he getting it? He wasn't getting hugged. He was just standing pathetically in that bathroom brushing away at his teeth. The warmth was comforting to him though, that was for certain. It was like his par-

"Mom?" Harry asked, staring at his reflection in the cracked mirror blankly. "Dad?"

Two figures appeared behind Harry, a red headed woman with a sweet smile and a man that looks similar to that of Harry himself. Harry dropped his toothbrush in shock. It drifted downwards and onto the floor where it landed brush first. Harry turned around only to see nothing behind him, just the shower.

"We're not really here," Harry's father spoke. "We just wanted to wish you off on your first day of school."

"Please don't choose the wrong path Harry," his mom said in a sad tone. "You shouldn't have to live like this for the rest of your life, it's terrible."

"I understand you're worried about the kids being like that one boy you met but I can promise you that they're not," Harry's father stated.

"Now we've got to run Harry," his mother said.

And just like that they disappeared from the reflection and Harry was alone again. He wanted to cry and mourn that he couldn't have these people in his life but the warmness he was still feeling kept him motivated.

When Harry exited the bathroom moments later there was a loud shout from downstairs. "Boy!" Vernon shouted.

Harry walked down the stairs and came face to face with his uncle. He could smell the bacon they must have had for breakfast in his breath. Vernon stared into Harry's eyes for a moment before saying, "Get all your shit into the car."

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