FAMILY

A Harry Potter fan fiction story by Porcelain American Princess

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Welcome and thanks for reading my story! It's my very first Fan Fiction contribution and I'm very excited. So far I've only written a few chapters, but I hope to do more soon. So if you like what you read below, please check back again soon for more!

Disclaimer

I'm sure you already know (this website is after called !), but just to make it super-duper clear:

This story is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Harry Potter world, which is trademarked by J. K. Rowling. Harry Potter and the other characters from his world mentioned in this work of fan fiction are owned by J.K. Rowling and I do not claim any ownership over them or the world of Harry Potter. The story I tell here about Harry and his world is my own invention and it is not purported or believed to be part of J.K. Rowling's story canon. This story is for entertainment only and I am not profiting financially from the creation and publication of this story.

Now that's sorted, I would like to also say I am incredibly grateful to J.K. Rowling for her wonderful stories about Harry, Hogwarts and the wizarding world - without her books, my story below (and the many wonderful stories I've played out in my head but not yet shared with anyone) would not exist.

Chapter 1: The Cupboard

Seven-year-old Harry Potter lay in the cupboard under the stairs thinking. Usually Harry woke to the sound of aunt Petunia yelling at him to get up. But today, he had woken up earlier than usual.

Harry was thinking about his birthday. The Dursleys had only given him a plastic bottle. They said it was his new water bottle for school. It was a terrible birthday present! But then almost everything about life at the Dursleys was terrible. Harry had to do many chores, whereas his cousin Dudley didn't have to do any. Harry never got any proper birthday presents or Christmas presents, and Dudley got everything he asked for. Harry never got new clothes - he always had to make do with Dudley's castoffs (this was a problem for Harry, because Dudley was very fat and Harry was very thin). Harry had hardly any toys, and Dudley had two rooms full of toys. Worst of all, the Dursleys didn't love him. They always ordered him around and Dudley bullied him. They didn't even love him enough to get his glasses fixed when Dudley broke them - they just fixed them with Sellotape. Harry couldn't even find happiness in school. Dudley's gang forced all the other kids into not being friends with him. Yet everyone thought that Harry was living with a nice kind family.

But why did Harry live with his aunt and uncle anyway? Well Harry's parents died in a car crash when he was a baby. Harry had been sent to his aunt and uncle, because he had no other family to go to. So baby Harry had a arrived on the doorstep and then had been put in the cupboard under the stairs, which from then on was his bedroom. It was also where he was locked up sometimes as punishment.

Harry sighed. "I wish I had a proper family," Harry whispered to himself. "I wish I had new clothes. I wish I had lots of toys like other kids. I wish I had a proper bedroom. I wish I had friends. I wish I had my parents back. I wish I had…." But suddenly Harry was interrupted by pounding on the ceiling of his cupboard. It was his uncle Vernon and aunt Petunia. A few spiders dropped from the ceiling of Harry's cupboard. Then suddenly there was a knock on his door. "Get up and make breakfast, ordered aunt Petunia. "Yes, aunt Petunia," Harry said sighing. Although his narrow bed was hard, he still didn't want to get out of it. Harry fished under his bed for the shoebox, where he kept his possessions. He crept out of his cupboard and into the kitchen.

Whereas Harry's cupboard was dusty and full of spiders, The Dursleys' kitchen was spotless and looked like a spider had never entered it. Harry placed a frying pan onto the stove and threw some bacon into it. Just then, Harry's whale of a cousin Dudley came bumbling into the kitchen. "Good morning, Dudley," Harry said cheerfully. "There better be no fat on my bacon," Dudley threatened. Dudley greeted him like this every morning. Once Harry had finished frying the bacon, he tentatively started frying eggs. He wasn't the best at frying eggs. He burned them three times in a row last week. "You've got a spider on your nose," said a voice from the doorway. It was Harry's uncle Vernon. Uncle Vernon was a whale of a man with a tiny neck. He loved shouting at Harry. In fact, uncle Vernon loved shouting in general. Harry brushed the spider off his nose. He placed some bread in the toaster. "What would you like on your toast, uncle Vernon?" asked Harry. "Marmalade!" barked uncle Vernon. "What would you like on your toast, Dudley?" asked Harry, turning to his cousin. "Chocolate spread and lots of it!" barked Dudley. Harry heaped the plates high with bacon, eggs and toast. Just then, aunt Petunia entered the kitchen. "What would you like on your toast, aunt Petunia?" Asked Harry, turning to look at aunt Petunia. Aunt Petunia was very thin - unlike her husband. "Marmite," she said. Harry spread some marmite on the toast. Then he looked into the frying pan. There was only one small piece of bacon and one egg left. Harry always got the smallest portion because Vernon and Dudley took so much. Uncle Vernon wouldn't have allowed him to have much more anyway.

Harry sat at the kitchen table terribly bored. Uncle Vernon was talking about drills. Aunt Petunia was gossiping about the neighbours. Dudley was talking about his gang and video games. Harry wasn't saying anything. He was supposed to be seen and not heard. Harry wondered what he would do that day. It was the summer holidays, so he didn't have to go to school. Unfortunately, that meant Dudley was off school too - which meant that Harry would most likely spend the morning running from his cousin. "Right! Weed the garden, clean the bathroom and tidy Dudley's bedrooms," aunt Petunia ordered once Harry had finished his breakfast. It was always the same… Harry was always given a list of chores to do every morning and every afternoon. "Yes, aunt Petunia", Harry sighed. Harry trudged over to the cleaning cupboard where he found the supplies to clean the bathroom. Once he had finished that chore, he proceeded to weed the garden while Dudley played video games. Finally, Harry put all of Dudley's discarded clothes and toys back in the cupboards and drawers. "I finished my chores, aunt Petunia," said Harry. Aunt Petunia was sitting on the sofa watching the news. "Then get out and play with Dudley."

Inwardly, Harry groaned. He knew exactly what game Dudley would play. Harry hunting.