The Potter's Neglect
It had been nearly 7 years since Ayleen Potter was crowned the title of 'The Girl Who Lived'. It had also been 4 years since The Potter's had forgotten about one of their own.
Harry now lived in the smallest bedroom of Potter Manor and rarely came out of his bedroom. The only living creature that might see Harry were the house elves. Who had taken to bringing him food along with taking him back to his bedroom when he'd fall asleep in the library.
That happened way too often for Harry's liking that last thing he would remember would be reading on some subject and then suddenly blacking out and waking up in his room.
Although sometimes after Harry fell asleep he would have a dream. But all Harry could hear was a woman crying out, a evil crackle and a jet green light. Harry had told no one this and had even taken to studying about dreams.
According to some of his books dreams were often ways heroes received messages. But this proved to be no help to Harry as his books only talked about how mythologys dealt with dreams.
Anyway enough of that, today was one of the worst days Harry wanted to be alive during. It was his birthday, but more importantly (to that rest of the world) it was his sister's birthday.
Speaking of birthday, Harry moved apart the curtains of his room and saw the lines of families that brought presents for Ayleen. It always made Harry wonder how his parents let this happen as Ayleen was probably that person most wanted dead by the pureblood families.
But they must have some kind of defense system because nothing had gone wrong in the 7 years that the Potters allowed strangers to give their daughter gifts.
Gifts. One of the things he hadn't gotten in a long time. The last 'gift' he had was a old play broom that his godfather had gotten him when he was four. However he too would jump on the 'Girl Who Lived' bandwagon.
Harry decided it was time to start his dayly routine and changed from his pajamas into some what formal muggle clothes-a gift from the house elves.
He exited his room and called for a house elf to set up defensive charms around his room. About two years ago Ayleen has broken into his room and she destroyed everything EVERYTHING somehow even his bed. After that incident he had taken to asking the house elves to set up defensive charms so that something similar couldn't happen.
After thanking the house elf-and it bowing at Harry-he headed down to the kitchens. He preferred not to eat with his family as when ever he sat with them it took a really awkward turn as that just sort off remembered Harry.
He opened the kitchen door and was immediately greeted with the smell of hotcakes(A.U I don't know what British people eat).
"Hello master Harry," greeted one of the house elfs.
"Hello," he replied as he waved at the house elf. The house elfs turned at his direction and started fixing up a plate for him.
After thanking that house elfs and offering to clean his plate and them refusing-while having shocked faces- he headed up stairs to the library. When he got there he noticed that books he had been reading last night were neatly staked on the table he was sitting at.
He stayed there for about 13 hours until a grandfather clock rang signaling that it was 8 P.M A.K.A when Ayleen's party was gonna start.
He closed his book and headed down to the Potter's party room which in reality was the living room but the adult Potters would transform it to look like a party room whenever Ayleen wanted a party.
When he got there everyone was already there clearly not forgetting the time when Ayleen had had a breakdown when Lavender Brown was minute late.
Harry awkwardly sat at a table near the back and noticed a chubby black haired boy. I'm gonna talk to him thought Harry as he started walking towards that boy. He didn't exactly know it just felt like he should.
"Hello," said Harry as he extended his hand to the boy. The boy looked up and moved his hand to shake Harry's.
"Hi, who are you?" asked the boy but he immediately turned red as he realized what he just asked. "Sorry!"
"It's alright I'm Harry Potter," responded Harry as he pulled a chair and placed it next to the boy.
The boy had a shocked expression "A Potter I only thought there were three left."
"Yeah everyone seems to forget about me." said Harry not showing any emotions "Hey! You didn't tell me your name!"
"Oh sorry," he said as he turned even redder "I'm Neville Longbottom."