This chapter is for goddessa39who was the first reviewer for this story - thank you for the encouragement! sorry for the short one, but i have nearly run out of ideas - sea below.
After the day Miss Wooter got blue hair, related incidents would pop up all over the place. Harry's teachers always seemed to get different coloured hair whenever they upset him, but he couldn't explain that. Fortunately, no teachers ever suspected that poor little orphaned Harry Potter would or could do such a thing. The incidents could never be traced back to him, so he never got in trouble and his guardians were never told. This, at least, Harry was thankful for.
He never revealed information about his home life. He never told anyone that he was sometimes locked in his room with little food or water for sometimes as long as a week. He never exposed his room's location. All he ever said was that his room was small and downstairs. Even at a very age, Harry did not like being patronised or pitied, so in all his pictures of home, his room was always the small, dark one downstairs. When he was asked why his room was so dark, he replyed that he liked the dark.
Whenever he was asked about his room, Dudley would gaffaw loudly, but he claimed it was due to an exceptionally funny joke he heard at the time. There were an awful lot of jokes told on Dudley's table.
Look, people, i have nothing else to go on here - i have run out of ideas. i have one more chapter written, but then, if you want me to carry on writing it, you need to say something, otherwise the story will be put on a permenant hiatus. sorry those folks who wish for more. just a small idea would be enough to go on really!