Twenty Five Cent Ring
By: Knucklehead McSpazatron
Summary: Harry had to have at least one friend before Hogwarts. A short series of drabbles depicting a possible venue of Harry's childhood.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling and her affiliates. I happen to be a 13 year old insane middle school student. But, that doesn't mean it's not mine! …ok yes it does.
Chapter Eight: A Funeral
One Month before his tenth birthday, Harry overheard a few of Aunt Petunia's friends whispering. "That poor kid." And "Only barely ten." He didn't quite realize what that meant until thee community funeral. His aunt dressed him up in one of Dudley's tuxedo. He'd ripped it in a fit of temper, and Aunt Petunia had stitched it up in about fifteen minutes and thrown it at him. He didn't think that he'd gotten the tie right but figured it didn't really matter as he'd been threaten with as close to bodily harm as you can get if he strayed away from the back of the park. He didn't shed a single tear.