It was a dark night. A cold night. There was the moon. There were stars. Harry stirred from his slumber in his little understairs cupboard. He felt a twinkle in his toes. Something felt...magical. He fell back into his dreams.
In his dreams he saw a large figure. Tall, bearded, handsome. Harry had never thought of himself falling for a...giant. The figure turned towards him, and his eyes met the giant's, and sparks filled the room.
A terrible stomping came from above. It was Dudley. He hated Harry. Harry hated Dudley. So did his aunt and uncle. Harry was forced to live with them after his mother and father ran away into the night, leaving Harry in a basket on the doorstep. Harry cried himself to sleep most nights. He felt alone, victimised, and a bit different.
"Harry, you have a letter." Purina said.
She wasn't usually this nice but Harry rushed out of his box and skipped to the letterbox. He ripped open the envelope and inside it said:
"EVICTION NOTICE".