A story about a boy with a scar
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
Prologue
People's thoughts
Vernon Dursley was sat at the kitchen table reading his daily magazine, looking up to occasionally smile indulgently at his son as he wailed at his mother whom was trying to get him to eat his breakfast.
Just to think we nearly got stuck with that little freak! He let out a chuckle at the thought, oh how he was lucky he'd managed to get rid of the little freak.
Now Vernon Dursley wouldn't say he was a cruel man, but even he would say that everyone (himself included) had their limits, and having kept that freak of a child would of been pushing too far, so he did the best thing he could do, and gave the child to a family who would appreciate him.
He was going to leave the child at an orphanage but Petunia had something to say about that.
"I may not want the little brat, and I may have not gotten along with my sister, but if I was in her shoes I wouldn't want our little Dudders being left at an orphanage."
So with that Vernon decided to look for a couple who may of wanted children and he was in luck, across the road and a few doors down a couple was moving home, he remembered Petunia saying how the 'poor unfortunate' couple had recently suffered a miscarriage, and that the young woman was unlikely to bare children ever again.
So in a way, Vernon Dursley was not a cruel man, he had given a couple a child they craved and a young boy a family to love him, surely that wasn't bad?
Besides what was he supposed to do with the child? Lock him in the closet under the stairs?
A/N: Hey guys, hope you will like this story, just so you know updates will be completely random, please R&R.
(P.S: Not my first story, most of my stories are under the name of CrowsAce and JustAnotherShittyDayInParadise, feel free to go check out those accounts)
~Crow