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Before the Discovery
Chapter One:
A young boy sat quietly in the corner of the tidy living room watching a boy who was quite larger than him but around the same age bickering with a very large man.
"I want a new toy!" complained the fat boy.
"Yes, yes of course, Dudley, as soon as I get the chance we can..." the large man began.
"Not later, NOW!" cried Dudley, his face burning red with anger and his second chin wiggling as he shook his head in frustration.
The small boy in the corner sat still through the argument. To be truthful he was very glad they were not paying any attention to him, everyone would just become infuriated with him instead. No, the boy felt quite content on just watching his Uncle Vernon and cousin Dudley fight. In fact he rather enjoyed it, but just as Dudley's face started turning a peculiar shade of purple, Aunt Petunia stuck her head in the living room.
"What's going on here?" she inquired in her high pitched voice that sounded suspicious.
"Mommy!" whined Dudley, as he carried his fat legs to his mother as fast as he could, "I want a new toy but Daddy won't get me one."
Aunt Petunia held out her arms and embraced his pudgy son, "It's okay sweetheart," she said soothingly. Then she shot a death glare at Uncle Vernon who just stood there looking utterly bewildered.
"Well dear," Uncle Vernon said finally, seeing that his wife wanted an explanation, "you and I know how much I love and care for Dudley and how wonderful a child he is..."
At this the quiet boy in the corner rolled his eyes, 'right...wonderful' he almost snorted at the remark but held back the urge because he didn't want to draw attention to himself.
Uncle Vernon continued his long explanation, "I would get him a toy this moment but I'm dreadfully busy."
With that Aunt Petunia snapped her gaze off her husband and onto her son.
"Yes dear," she said to him, the she immediately gave Dudley her devoted attention "Dudley hunny, I know you want a new toy but we can't right now it just isn't possible."
"NOW!" screamed Dudley, he was determined to get his own way.
"Hunny please," Aunt Petunia said anxiously, she didn't want the neighbors to hear all the yelling, "Here, how's about we get you two new toys instead of one later on, I promise."
Dudley scrunched his chubby face as if he were in thought. "Fine," he finally answered, but he still didn't feel fully content.
After a moments pause Uncle Vernon broke the silence. "Well, uh-hemm, back to work," and he walked off towards the study. Aunt Petunia left without saying a word in the direction of the kitchen, leaving Dudley and the boy in the corner alone.
Dudley hadn't noticed him before, but now that he did he figured he vent some of his anger out onto the scrawny kid. Dudley turned to the boy and asked with a sly smile that spread across his face, "What are you doing sneaking around, Harry?"
Harry looked up from his spot in the corner at the sound of his name, but said nothing.
"What's the matter Harry? Can't talk? To stupid to say anything!" Dudley laughed his voice growing louder and more taunting as he spoke.
"Leave me alone, Dudley," Harry said at last, he really hated the teasing his cousin inflicted on him daily.
"Oh so finally Harry talks!" Dudley exclaimed, laughing even harder now.
Harry stood up cautiously and made a move for the door in an attempt to escape Dudley's annoying voice. 'Calm down, calm down...' Harry kept telling himself.
"Hey where are you going, scared?"
Harry turned slowly to his cousin trying greatly to supress his anger that was building up inside. It wouldn't be good to get upset at Dudley, because he would cry to his parents. Then Uncle Vernon would punish Harry severely. "Leave-me-alone," Harry said at last through clenched teeth.
Dudley laughed hysterically seeing that he was getting his cousin really annoyed, "I always knew you were a sissy!" With that Dudley began singing loudly the lyrics to an all too familiar song.
Harry, Oh Harry, he really is quite a sissy.
He runs away, he's always a fool, and he never gets away!
Harry, oh Harry, he really is quite ugly!
His pants are torn, his glasses are broken, and he never does a thing...
At this Harry ran out of the living room trying his best to drown out Dudley's song, but he could still hear it clearly. Infuriated, he rushed to the front door opened it roughly then slammed it shut.
To lazy to move after Harry, Dudley simply plopped himself on the nearest chair.
Outside, everything seemed much calmer. It really was a beautiful day; the sun was shinning brightly and big fluffy clouds floated above in the amazing blue sky. Harry was surprised how quickly he was able to calm down just by looking up at the sky's calm appearance. Without much thought Harry began to walk down the block ignoring the disapproving glances neighbors gave him about his oversized hand-me-down clothes.
Before Harry knew it he had reached a deserted park. He took a seat in the one of the swings and began to slowly rock back and forth. Harry absolutely hated his Aunt, Uncle, and his cousin. He knew that sounded harsh but it was true. When Harry was a baby both his parent's died in horrible car accident, and so the Dursley's took him in.
They'd always mention how much of a burden Harry was and how kind they were about taking care of him. Yet, the Dursleys never paid much attention to Harry and when they did it was to punish him. Harry found himself constantly doing chores for Aunt Petunia, and having to endure Uncle Vernon's long lectures on how to be a 'good boy' (which usually meant stay out of the way especially when guests were over!) Not to mention, fat Dudley's constant teasing.
Harry let out a long sigh and looked up at the sky as if it had all the answers. He wished that he could have just one day with his parents. Harry wasn't even sure what they looked like, the Dursley's didn't keep any pictures of his parents and they never mentioned their names.
The sun was slowly falling; Harry decided it was time to go back before the Dursley's noticed he was gone, besides tomorrow was a school day.
'Great' Harry thought sarcastically.
He hated school, and there were many reasons why. If anyone thought the taunting he received from Dudley at the Dursley's house was bad, than it was unbearable at school. The kids made fun of him because he didn't have fashionable clothes or just because they felt like it. Not to mention his teachers thought he was born a failure. Maybe it was true, Harry was not really a great student either. At least school was going to end soon, then he have a long uneventful summer.
After a short walk Harry finally came up to the dreaded house on Private Drive.
a/n: Okay, okay I know that was boring but stay with me I promise it will get more exciting. And the song lyrics were a bit stupid, but I wasn't sure want to write with those. Heh, at least I tried!
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