Chapter Title: Enigma
Summary: The message wasn't particuliy well hidden.
For the 3 Sentence Ficathon prompt the Dursleys; there was a hidden message in their miserable Christmas presents.
There was a message to them, in the presents that Harry was portioned out - not a very well hidden one, for his aunt and uncle did not think much of Harry's ability to understand what he was not told, and very little more of what he was regardless - Harry assumed this was somehow related to Dudley, who occupied a position in the Dursley's universe equivalent to the sun. The obvious one, of course, as obvious as the multiple tags still attached, each marked price lower than the last, that his worth was less than the pittance of time it would have taken to select the first item in the sales bin - always small, always menial - for was he not a small and menial thing, taken in only out of their own kindness? - always just a little bit broken and dirty and damaged, like he was, nothing, in other words, for good, normal people like them.
And he treasured them, the torn pages and half smashed toys - for each time they were more than he'd ever got before.