Alright, I know I'd ended this a little abruptly, so I decided to write a SHORT something to tie it up a little better. So I hope you like it.
Little Harry didn't know what to do with himself. His aunt and uncle had put him in a new school and made sure he got in the "Special Ed" class. Harry couldn't figure out exactly what that was. His teacher said it was just for kids with special needs, and Uncle Vernon said it was for ungrateful idiots who are too stupid to learn with other kids. Either way, he didn't know why he was in it. All the kids were mean, and his cousin had managed to make a new group of friends to pick on Harry.
He missed Melanie. She was the only person who had ever been nice to him and now he didn't get to see her again. He had tried to ask his Aunt Petunia several times why they didn't like her, but she wouldn't say anything except that she was 'riff raff' and she set a bad example for Harry.
He just didn't understand. Why did his aunt and uncle hate him so much? And why wouldn't they talk about the scar on his forehead? What were these weird things that kept happening to him? No other kids ever suddenly developed lightning speed when they were running away from bullies, or set whole anthills against their cousins.
Oh well, maybe someday he would find out.
6 years later
Well, you know the story.