Because he had no other living relatives, little Harry Potter was sent to
live with his Aunt Petunia and her wizard-hating family. They said that
being a wizard is a sign of abnormality and so, they treated him as such:
abnormal. Whenever weird things happened, like when his teacher's hair
turned blue, they always blamed it on him and punished him. Harry's cousin,
Dudley, and his gang always bullied him, also. They treated him as if he
was a mini-punching bag to that they could play with.
But in spite of all this, little Harry never cried or became sad. He never showed anyone any sign of anger and the Dursleys always wondered why. Thinking nothing of it, they reasoned that it was just another 'abnormal' thing. And this also made them angrier.
When the Dursleys get angry, they do bad things to Harry. Sometimes, they slap him or even punch him. That, Harry could take. But when the Dursleys decide to starve him to death, he could not do anything. They would lock him up in the cupboard under the stairs (his room) and leave him there for days expecting him to go crazy any time soon. But he never did. Because they didn't know...
They and the rest of the people in the world didn't know that someone came with Harry the night he was delivered to the Dursleys. No one knows this because no one could see her, feel her, or hear her. She is non-existent to everyone but Harry.
Yes, whoever is with Harry is definitely a girl. Wondering why I know? It's because I am that girl. Hana Iris Potter. Nice name, ain't it? Harry officially named me that when he was 5. He's always called me Hana before that, but when I complained for not having a second name, he smiled and told me that he'd give me one. So he gave me 'Iris,' because it's a flower's name like Mommy's (Lily).
Sorry, I know Lily and James weren't really my parents, but to Harry, they are, too, so he allowed me to call them 'Mommy' and 'Daddy' whenever we're talking about them.
Hmmm... Oh yeah, I have to tell you, before anything else, that Harry and I remember everything that happened that night when Mommy and Daddy were killed. We don't know why, either, but I guess it's because of magic.
Woah! Don't sound surprised. Magic is real!!! We found that out when Harry was two years old. He and I were starving to death when we wished we could eat all our favorite foods. Then, our favorite foods appeared! Then we tried wishing for everything and we got everything! It was so cool! But the cupboard was too small for all our thing to fit so we wished for a magic box where we could put everything we owned inside. What appeared was a box only big enough for a 15' TV, but guess what? When we tried to fit ourselves in the box, it was like we were in a whole new room! So that box, that we now call 'Mystery Scope,' became our playhouse. Whenever we were supposed to be locked up, we entered the Mystery Scope and played. When we got tired, we wished for beds and slept like kings and queens. And when we got hungry, we wished for foods. One thing about the Mystery Scope is when you enter it, time stops in the real world so we could play for hours. Our life, unlike what some people may think, was not at all horrible. It was great!
Anyway, let's go back to the real reason why I'm telling these things to you. Harry's going to a school named Hogwarts to practice controlling his magic, or so that's what he tells me. He doesn't need to, I know, he's already learned how to control his magic five years ago, what more does he need to know? Well, it's not like I don't know why Harry wants to go to Hogwarts...
Friends.
He wants to have friends other than me. I can't blame him for that, but...
Why do I feel like I'm going to lose Harry? Like he will forget me? I know it's silly that I'm feeling this way. He even said that he won't. 'Never,' he had said.
But...
Harry...?
But in spite of all this, little Harry never cried or became sad. He never showed anyone any sign of anger and the Dursleys always wondered why. Thinking nothing of it, they reasoned that it was just another 'abnormal' thing. And this also made them angrier.
When the Dursleys get angry, they do bad things to Harry. Sometimes, they slap him or even punch him. That, Harry could take. But when the Dursleys decide to starve him to death, he could not do anything. They would lock him up in the cupboard under the stairs (his room) and leave him there for days expecting him to go crazy any time soon. But he never did. Because they didn't know...
They and the rest of the people in the world didn't know that someone came with Harry the night he was delivered to the Dursleys. No one knows this because no one could see her, feel her, or hear her. She is non-existent to everyone but Harry.
Yes, whoever is with Harry is definitely a girl. Wondering why I know? It's because I am that girl. Hana Iris Potter. Nice name, ain't it? Harry officially named me that when he was 5. He's always called me Hana before that, but when I complained for not having a second name, he smiled and told me that he'd give me one. So he gave me 'Iris,' because it's a flower's name like Mommy's (Lily).
Sorry, I know Lily and James weren't really my parents, but to Harry, they are, too, so he allowed me to call them 'Mommy' and 'Daddy' whenever we're talking about them.
Hmmm... Oh yeah, I have to tell you, before anything else, that Harry and I remember everything that happened that night when Mommy and Daddy were killed. We don't know why, either, but I guess it's because of magic.
Woah! Don't sound surprised. Magic is real!!! We found that out when Harry was two years old. He and I were starving to death when we wished we could eat all our favorite foods. Then, our favorite foods appeared! Then we tried wishing for everything and we got everything! It was so cool! But the cupboard was too small for all our thing to fit so we wished for a magic box where we could put everything we owned inside. What appeared was a box only big enough for a 15' TV, but guess what? When we tried to fit ourselves in the box, it was like we were in a whole new room! So that box, that we now call 'Mystery Scope,' became our playhouse. Whenever we were supposed to be locked up, we entered the Mystery Scope and played. When we got tired, we wished for beds and slept like kings and queens. And when we got hungry, we wished for foods. One thing about the Mystery Scope is when you enter it, time stops in the real world so we could play for hours. Our life, unlike what some people may think, was not at all horrible. It was great!
Anyway, let's go back to the real reason why I'm telling these things to you. Harry's going to a school named Hogwarts to practice controlling his magic, or so that's what he tells me. He doesn't need to, I know, he's already learned how to control his magic five years ago, what more does he need to know? Well, it's not like I don't know why Harry wants to go to Hogwarts...
Friends.
He wants to have friends other than me. I can't blame him for that, but...
Why do I feel like I'm going to lose Harry? Like he will forget me? I know it's silly that I'm feeling this way. He even said that he won't. 'Never,' he had said.
But...
Harry...?