A young Harry Potter sat and stared gloomily out of his bedroom window. It had been about a year since the entire reason he was moved from his Cupboard. The twelve year old remembered it well. It all started with that one letter. The one letter he had never received. The one letter that would've changed his life if he had read it. But no. He hadn't read it. His life was almost exactly the same except the fact that his relatives had chickened out and they had all moved to Australia. The young boy sighed. He had started out in his new home in a cupboard also. No more Privet Dr. No more strange letters, and as Uncle Vernon kept saying "No more Weird Freaks."

Most children enjoyed and cherished the summer holidays but not Harry. It meant he had to spend more and more time with is Relatives. They made him sick. Not only did he have to manually do all of the chores but they also were the source of his humility. Whenever he wore a T-shirt or a tank top or shorts everyone stopped and asked him where he had gotten the welts in his arms or the bruises on his neck or the limp in his leg. They asked about the abuse but were too blind to see what it really was. The only reason Harry had a proper bedroom was because the authorities came over and inspected the family from time to time. Harry imagined it would look horrible on the Dursley's Record if the Police found him sleeping in a cupboard.

The young boy decided to take a walk outside to clear his mind of such sad thoughts. He walked down the main road, head down, hands stuffed roughly in his pockets. He remembered his path well, past the two rivaling cafés, a right at the Australian version of a Hallmark gift shop, straight until the second stop sign, and a left at the Kangaroo's Territory Restaurant and bar.

Harry took his time though. He made the turns and shuffled his feet while doing so. He got quiet a few stares from random people. Despite how the Dursleys hated being gossiped about they were the subject of many conversations outside their home these days due to the High tempers and state of the young boy who lived with them. The people of the small village were not dumb-asses. They could tell something was wrong when they saw the difference between Dudley and Harry. Dudley not far from looking like a Walrus and Harry looking almost anorexic. And that was the story they had stuck by. Still people did not believe them. If Harry really was anorexic he would be in a rehab center wouldn't he? Yes, very nasty (but true) rumors were floating around about the Dursleys. Harry when walking past conversing neighbors and shop keepers would hear them whisper quiet words of encouragement. Or "That poor boy," "when will someone call the police on his family," or one of the most common "They must've threatened him so he wouldn't tell."

Harry slipped past them without a second thought. He didn't care if they spoke about him. He felt good that someone cared. Harry walked into the park and headed twards the woods. As he drew close to a gigantic oak he slowed. He took his time and climed up its thick old trunk and hung to protruding branches and bark like a lifeline lest he fall. He continued to climb until a voice yelled out "HEY NEW KID!!!" and he slipped hanging onto the branch that preaviously he had been edging across tightly. The kid below now fully understood that if the new kid fell he would die because of the height of the fall. Harry slipped and fell.

[AN] Of coarse disclaimer and I don't own Harry Potter and stuff like that.

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Anywho… what should I include in the next chapter?

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Sirius (in Azkaban)

Dumbledore (brooding)

Remus (Reflecting)

How Dudleys Day ties with Harrys

Or Completely Harry (Shorterfic)

(There will be more harry in all of them.)