Author's Notes: I just don't have anything to do. I wrote this story long before. I guess this was my really first Harry potter fic all my life coz I did this when the first Harry potter book came out. And when i found the piece of paper and got my friends to read it, they were like "Oh you just have to put this up, I swear!" So, I did. Hope you like this.
"Do the laundry now, Harry! You ungrateful little urchin!" shrieked Aunt Petunia.
I did. I was sitting on the porch, tired and hungry. It hurts, I know, but I have to. People around me, they hate me. Guess I was just born to be hated. Yes, maybe that's it.
I do everything, but I don't mind. Dudley can be stupid at times, but I don't mind. Uncle Vernon yells at me, but I don't mind. Aunt Petunia never feeds me right, but I don't mind. I just think I was born to be hated.
My birthday's coming up soon, but no one will rember anyway, so I don't mind. All I get on my birthday are old and faded clothes from Dudley. So i don't look forward to any birthdays at all.
I just wish, maybe even once, I could feel someone cared for me. I am dreaming, I know. But in my dreams, people loved me, they held me close and kept me away from hurt and harm.
It's crazy, I know, but I'm nine. I can think of anything I want. I can dream of anything I want. Though i always get the feelings I have bottled up inside me, but I don't mind. I don't have anyone to talk to about them anyway.
They always tease me, about the way I look. About me being without parents. About me with faded and old clothes of Dudley, but I don't mind. I guess my mum and dad hated me too and left me 'coz I was this. I was born to be hated.
My scar, it hurts at times, but I don't mind. i guess it's just punishment for being born in the first place.
I look at my hands, they were hurting from scrubbing now, but I don't mind. I got used to it 'coz it always had happned. All they gave me was a tissue to press against my palms, but I don't mind. I deserve it for being weak.
I look up into the sky. They were bright, but why was I dark? why was I lonely? But I don't mind, 'coz I was always like this. Maybe that's why people hated me. Instead of brightening the days of people, I darken them.
I don't mind being hated, I don't mind being despised, I don't mindbeing unloved. I got used to them, after nine years. I got used to those feelings.
So no mater what happens to me, good or bad, I don't mind.
A/N: It wasn't much, was it? Short....litterally. Well, it was a first. Hope you r/r. tnx!