When Harry Potter was placed with his Aunt and Uncle after his parents death, Albus Dumbledore made the first of his many mistakes concerning young Harry. He didn't make sure that they actually kept him.
Harry's p.o.v.
Harry couldn't remember much of the Dursley's. In fact, he couldn't remember anything at all. The only thing he knew about them, was that they had dropped him off at Wool's Orphanage and had driven off, never to be seen again.
In some ways, this was perhaps for the best. Considering the fact that Vernon Dursley, his uncle, was prone to violent outbursts of unadulterated rage, perhaps it really was better for Harry to be as far away from that man as possible.
For the next 6 years, Harry had a quiet life. He didn't bother anybody and nobody bothered him. He discovered from an early age a love for two things: Cooking and reading. Unless he was in the kitchens, he was never seen without a book, the people around him growing accustomed to the fact that you could only get short answers out of him when he was reading.
However, when he turned seven, everything changed. The day had started like any other Thursday. Harry had gotten up, grabbed a change of clothes and had gone to the bathroom to get ready. After a quick shower and a brush if his teeth, Harry had gone downstairs into the kitchen, and began preparing breakfast for the others. When he was done, he grabbed a small portion of eggs and made himself scarce, as usual. After breakfast he took a book from his collection of possessions and began reading. It was around noon when the strange things began happening. Harry felt someone approaching the Orphanage, something nobody ever did, and he grew excited. Maybe today was the day! So, without further ado, he closed his book, jumped from his bed, where he had previously been reading, and made his way downstairs, where the matron of the Orphanage, Mrs. Shepherd, was busying herself in the presentation room. She knew that today was a special Thursday, she had known for quite some time. She had been contacted a few weeks prior and was hopeful to find at least one of her young charges a home, preferably two. But she tried not to get her hopes up, as there had been numerous occasions, where the visitors had left alone so she had long since learned to suppress that flower called hope. She turned around, startled at the presence of Harry, she had not heard him come down. "I saw someone approaching, Mrs. Shepherd!" Harry exclaimed excitedly, "Is he coming here?". Mrs. Shepherd smiled at the young boy before her. Not much could get Harry excited, so she told him the truth: "I really hope so, Harry." And with another smile, she turned again, making sure everything was presentable.
Not even ten minutes later, the door chime sounded, sending a wave of nervous excitement through the gathered children who were whispering among themselves and trying last minute to fix their hair to look somewhat presentable. With a last admonishing look, she opened the door to find the young man in front of her patiently waiting, a smile on his face. "Please do come in, Mr. Riddle", said Mrs. Shepherd, making room for the man to walk past her. "Just go straight and then the first room on the left, I'll be right with you, Mr. Riddle!"