Sharon lead Harry into the house where she lived, and went to place the groceries in the fridge, when an a slightly chubby, cheerful-looking middle-aged woman walked into the room. Unlike Sharon, with her pale skin and long, straight black hair, this woman had short, brown-blond hair and what looked like a perm. She looked very much like an older housewife...if you ignored the blood red robes with an inverted pentagram on the front that she was wearing.
"Sharon, did you remember to buy milk? Damien ate the cow again... Oh, who is this?" She said as she notice Harry standing there, hiding shyly behind Sharon, clutching at her robes.
"Harry, this is my mom, Mavis. Mom, this is Harry. He can speak to snakes!" She sounded very exited at this. "And his relatives were totally horrid! They punished him for being favoured by our Lord Satan!" Sharon said in outrage, and from what Harry could see, her mother agreed with her statement if her face was anything to go by.
"Oh, you poor dear! What kind of environment have you been living inn? You can't possibly go back to such a disgraceful home!" Mavis said to Harry.
"He's not gonna go back mom. I told him he could stay with me. I'm sure Damien will be happy to have a brother. Y'know... Someone who can teach him to read and write and send hell-hounds on his bullies, that sorta thing. And to play with! The neighbor kids are just so rude! They just...run away from him all the time." Sharon slammed the door to the fridge shut. She could not understand why the neighbourhood kids refused to play with her sweet darling baby. Was it the tail? The hoofs? Okay, so maybe he tried to sacrifice that girl when they were playing 'house', but honestly... She should have just let him sacrifice her bunny. What kid of pretend-wife wouldn't do that? Sharon shook her head.
"Oh, how wonderful! A new little bundle of evil running around!" Mavis clasped her hands together and started to ramble on about all the joys and pains of raising children with a gleeful smile...Sharon drowned her out and snuck away with Harry while her back was turned.
"Come on kid. I think we have an empty room somewhere..." She pulled him up the stairs and looked around before she sighed. Right... That was Benny's room now... Why did they ever take in that deadbeat anyway? Suddenly she got an idea and lead Harry up yet another set of stairs, and pushed open the door to the attic, before walking inn to pull at the string to the light-bulb in the room, revealing a VERY spacious room with a tilted roof and a window on the far end.
"Alright kiddo. I know it isn't much, but it's not so bad. We'll isolate it before winter comes, and once we clean up the mess, it'll be fine. You'll see." Sharon said.
In the meanwhile Harry was staring at the room in disbelief. It was so big... He'd never even seen such a big room before, and it was filled with all those weird things and clothes and...was that a goats head?
"I...it's mine?" He asked with so much awe in his voice that Sharon had to smile.
"Sure kiddo. Just be careful when you rummage through the boxes up here...you never know where Benny might have hidden his sacrificial knife collection or...Satan forbid...my brother has hidden his porn stash." Sharon sighed at the thought of her brother. He'd loose his own head if it wasn't attached to his body. She walked over to a corner and pulled out a matrass from the corner. It looked clean enough...if you ignored the blood stains...was that wax? She muttered curses at Benny under her breath and turned it over, before telling Harry to wait there while she fetched some clean bedsheets. On second thought, she got two sets...just in case. She didn't want her new son to sleep on something dirty. Sharon might not look it, but she had a mothering instinct that even scared the wits out of Satan sometimes, and was fiercely protective of her son...sons she supposed now. She always wanted another child, but for some reason her kinda-sorta husband was always too busy torturing people or whatever the heck he did all day to have another one. Or maybe he couldn't. She hadn't actually asked him why...
She was pulled out of her mussings as she watched Harry eyeing the boxes with barely contained curiosity and she smiled at him.
"Go on, kid. Have a look. Just be careful. And if you see any magazines with naked women on them, just...don't...touch." She scrunched her face up in disgust. "I mean... Lust is a fine sin and all, but my brother can be kinda...messy. If you touch anything he's touched; Wash your hands!" She commanded him. Who knew what kind of diseases that head-case might have? And she sincerely doubted they'd come from a human...
She smiled as Harry's face lit up with joy and he rushed over to the boxes, being very, very careful as he looked inside them and hardly even daring to touch the stuff inside of it. She chuckled to herself and shook her head smiling as she made the bed for him. He was such an adorable child. She could hardly wait to teach him all the joys and skills a child should learn, and she briefly wondered if she should summon her husband about adopting him. She knew how the 'normal' people viewed them, their tragic little minds incapable of understanding the greatness of Lord Satan and the glory of Hell... they'd never let her adopt him through any legal means, she was sure of that. No... Her husband would know what to do, and hey... The kid should have a father too. She read about it somewhere, it wasn't good for the kid not to have both a mother and a father, she was sure of it. And who'd be a better role model for the kid that the Lord of Hell himself? She nodded decisively and made a note to herself of talking him him about it as soon as the kid had settled inn.
The next day little Harry woke up and smiled at the nice dream he had, not wanting it to end. But years of living with his uncle and aunt made him instinctively expect the noise that signalled his tormentor would wake him up any minute. However, as he slowly woke up, memories flooded him and a tiny spark of hope that it might have been real settled into his heart. He could feel the softness of the matrass underneath him, and a pillow, and a blanket! He slowly opened his eyes, scared it might have all been a dream and he would be in the darkness of his cupboard, two seconds before his obese family trampled down the stairs like a herd of wild elephants. He reached his hand out to the side, it met with no resistance. He opened his eyes... The room looked even bigger to him than it had seemed yesterday. There was so much SPACE! He couldn't help chocking back laughter as he wiped away tears of relief. It wasn't a dream! That nice lady really DID take him away!
As he decided to get up. He had to work hard to show this family that he was worth their time. They'd given him his own room! The nice lady had even made him a sandwich before bedtime last night, and it was all he could do to not cry at the nice gesture. He hurried up to get dressed, wondering how long he had been sleeping, thinking he might have been lazy, the sun was already up. Surely they expected breakfast soon? He quietly slunk down the stairs towards where he remembered the kitchen to be, only to be greeted with the smell of bacon, egg, sausages and enough black pudding to feed a small army. He stared with wide eyes at the middle-aged lady who was cooking, unsure of what to do.
"Hello love, grab a plate and help yourself. I'm sure the others will be up and about soon." She smiled at him, acting as if it was perfectly normal that he was given food! He felt a bit bad for not working for it, worrying that if he didn't start earning his way they might kick him out, or force him to go back. Harry's lower lip quivered in fear, and tears welled up in his eyes. He couldn't go back, he just couldn't! He bit his lips and pushed back the tears, but she saw it anyway, and he braced himself for the slap that would surely come. Freaks didn't cry. He still heard his uncles voice ringing in his ears.
"I...I'm sorry!" Harry whimpered out and curled his tiny hands into fists, forcing himself to not cry.
"What's wrong dear?" Mavis looked at the child, he looked so scared, so small and fragile.
"I won't cry! I'll work! I'll work hard! Please don't send me back!" Harry chocked out, willing his tears to stop. Why wouldn't they stop! He flinched as he felt arms wrapped around him, hugging him. Harry could no longer hold back the tears, sobbing as she stroke his back. He had never in his entire life felt anything this nice before! He clung to the nice old lady and cried even more as she comforted him.
"Oh, dear, sweet child... What did they DO to you over there? Don't worry, sweetie. You will never have to go back there again, never!" mavis hugged the crying child even tighter. What had those wrenched people done to this sweet young child that would make him react like that? She slowly guided Harry over to the table and filled his plate up with a bit of everything. She was sure he'd feel better once he'd have some food to eat. She kept patting his head or stroking his back between running back and forth to finish up her cooking and setting the table.
Harry couldn't do anything but follow her instructions, his mind was a mess, the emotions was all jangled up. Everything was wrong! She didn't hit him. She didn't demand he worked for his food. What were the rules? What was he supposed to do?! And why did it feel so very...right? And the hug! Now he understood why people hugged. His emotions were a mess, fear mingling with happiness, and he didn't know what to do with himself, so he simply sat there and ate the food on his plate. He hadn't had food in so long...he placed his fork down, then picked it up. No! He HAD to eat everything! He placed the fork down again, his small stomach couldn't fit so much food, how was he supposed to eat all this? He bit his lip to stop himself from crying in frustration. He wasn't ungrateful! He couldn't let them think he was ungrateful! He tried again, feeling like he might throw up any minute.
"You don't have to eat everything if you don't want to dear." Mavis said as she noticed him struggle. She knew some families had the peculiar notion of not wasting food, Satan knows why...and she decided that since his former family so clearly had no idea of how to properly raise a child, she could have to teach him herself. She'd raised two children herself...tree if she counted their house-guest Benny, Satan known he acted like a child...and her grandson. She paused, she supposed that if Sharon took little Harry inn as her own son, he was her grandson now. She smiled down at him.
"Thank you m'am" Harry said quietly, giving her a shy smile. He didn't quite understand why, but when she smiled at him, it felt so good. Nobody had ever done that before he met that nice lady and her mother...
"Oh, no need for that, Harry. You're Sharon's child now, which makes me your grandma... Call me granny!" Mavis demanded. And Harry couldn't help but feel his little heart swell in joy. He had a mother! And a grandmother! He'd always, ALWAYS wanted a mother! And she was so nice! Not like the drunken, worthless slobs his real parents had been! He smiled a breathtakingly brilliant smile up at Mavis and hugged her.
Slowly the rest of the family trickled into the kitchen and picked up their plates. First it was Harry's new mom, then there was this middle-aged guy with small round glassed (unlike the large round ones his wife had) that made him look kinda funny, especially since he was a bit short, and his hair was more black than grey and didn't quite cover the top of his head, which made Harry wonder what had happened to his hair. He introduced himself as Stan, and Mavis insisted that he was Harry's grandpa, and he smiled and nodded when Harry looked at him, making Harry feel that strange happiness again. Sharon said that her brother Derek and that lazy-ass house-guest of theirs, Benny, rarely woke up until at least lunch, so it wasn't surprising that they were nowhere to be seen near the table.
When they were finished eating, Mavis began to clean up, and shooed away Harry when he tried to help. Sharon got up and gathered the leftovers in a bowl.
"Hey, kid. Wanna come with me to feed Fido?" She said and smiled at him. Harry smiled back and nodded hesitantly. Did they have a dog? Dogs were scary... they reminded him of aunt Margret.
"Don't worry, Harry, he won't eat ya. He only eats missionaries and other idiots." She smiled as she lead the way over to the door to the basement and opened it. Harry wasn't very reassured by what she said, but he was getting increasingly curious about 'Fido'. He peered down into the pitch-black darkness down there as his new mom put down the bowl of food on the top step. Harry chocked back a scream and jumped to hide behind her as tentacles much bigger than him rushed up to grab the bowl. He heard the noises of...IT...eating, before the bowl was thrown back up, all the while Sharon was cooing about how he was such a good boy.
"Fido, this is Harry, he's family!" She said, and Harry screamed as he felt a tentackle hugging him and pulling him down towards that scary thing.
"Be nice Fido! Now give him back! Don't worry, Harry. He's just a bit playful." Sharon smiled as she helped Harry out of the tentacle and he clung to her robe for dear life. Sharon stroke his hair. "Hey, Harry... Don't worry. Fido won't hurt ya. He's a good boy, you'll see." She inwardly sighed and wondered what the hell that other family had taught him. He seemed to be scared of everything, even Fido, which was just a puppy, honestly... She really should get started on teaching him about life. Clearly his former caretakers had failed at this. But first...
"Come on kiddo. We really need to get you some nice, good robes. Maybe your new dad can conjure up some. He hasn't paid his alimony this month anyway, he totally owes me!" Sharon said and lead Harry further into the house.
The room was painted in black...everything, even the floor and ceiling was black. And there was a pentagram painted on the floor...was that blood?! Harry clung to his new mom, unsure of what to think.
"Just sit over there, Harry." She smiled and patted his head before pushing him over to a corner. Harry watched as Sharon light the candles and some smoky sticks that smelled nice and began to chant...he wondered what she was doing...what she was saying...but he didn't dare to protest. Sure, this was all really scary, but they hadn't hurt him. They didn't make him do chores till his fingers hurt and his back hurt and throw him into a cramped closet. They'd even given him food! Whatever it was she did, Harry decided, it was guaranteed going to be better than what the Dursley's did. For saving him...for taking him away...for all the nice new feelings he had...Harry loved his new mom. She was the best mom on the world!
Then he whimpered in fear as he watched smoke rising from the floor, and a VERY big darkly red figure rose from the smoke.
"Why have you summoned me woman?" The creature said in a deep voice, his arms crossed over his chest and his expression stern. Was that horns on it's head? Harry scuttle into the corner as best he could, trying to hide.
"Non of that, love." Sharon said and slapped his arm. Satan deflated and suddenly didn't look nearly as scary.
"Sharon, PLEASE! There are protocols to follow!" Satan whined at her.
"Shush you." She said and walked over to fetch Harry bringing him to stand in front of the scary creature. "You're scaring out new son. Be nice!" She said and the creature now looked like he was about to have a heart-attack.
"What the... How the... Did we..?" He tried fanatically to remember how the hell he could have managed to get a son that old. Damien was just a toddler. Was she mad at him for sleeping with another chick again? Who the heck had he slept with...had Sharon killed her and taken the kid?
Luckily he was spared more worries, as Sharon opened her mouth to explain everything that had happen.
"And that's why you're his new daddy!" She finished her explanation with, both Satan and Harry was now staring at her with wide eyes. However, Satan was not unused to her crazy ideas, and he sighed, knowing he'd never hear the end of it if he didn't go along with it...or at least pretended to. Why, oh, WHY did she choose that woman to be his bride?! He looked her over...oh...right...damn she was hot. At least her body was. That's why. And he was drunk. Very, very drunk. He turned to Harry and smiled...not a very reassuring grin, he WAS Satan after all. Ruler of Hell and all that, he didn't DO nice! But it was a smile, if an evil one.
"Well...son..." He started a bit awkwardly and patted the kid's head...the kid that looked like he was about to cry...and he did NOT do well with crying. "Oh, would you look at that! Someone else is calling me! I'm sorry son, I have to run. Here, have some gifts!" Satan rushed to vanish in a cloud of smoke, leaving behind a small pile of presents at Harry's feet, leaving him shell-shocked, while Sharon shook her head and glared at the spot he had been, arms crossed and her foot tapping angrily at the floor. Oh, he was NOT going to wiggle his way out of this!
"Gifts...?" Harry blinked. "F..for me?!" He stared at the pile of gifts with an awed expression and Sharon couldn't manage to stay mad anymore, he was just too adorable. She smiled and patted his head.
"Yeah, kid. C'm on. Take your gifts with you up to your room. Your mom needs to have a little...chat...with your daddy." She piled the gifts into his arms and shooed him out of the ritual room.
Harry brought his pile of gifts back up to his new room in the attic and proceeded to stare at them. He had seen Dudley open gifts before, but he had never gotten anyone himself. He felt almost unsure of what to do... He smiled brightly as he picked up the first one, shaking it like he had seen Dudley doing sometimes, before opening it carefully. He didn't want to destroy the wrapping...even if it looked a bit like tar, which was really weird, and he wasn't entirely sure what the strings were made of, but it looked distinctively something that might once have been alive... He shrugged it off and pushed it off. It was gifts! From his DAD! He. Had. A. DAD! He was still in awe at how easily his new daddy accepted him, and it made him feel all warm and happy. He'd never been accepted like that before. Nobody ever wanted HIM, the freak. He pushed the thought away, he didn't want to cry again. It was embarrassing how much he cried. He was also not sure this wasn't just a wonderful dream... It seemed to be too good to be real.
He carefully opened the first gift, and was greeted with the sight of a rather elaborate decorated dagger with a black handle. It looked VERY sharp, and if Harry hadn't been cooking since he was old enough to reach the stove-top, he would have wondered about what kind of father would give that to a child. Instead, Harry smiled. He might not have to cook anymore...and it didn't exactly look like a kitchen knife...but it was his. He would have hugged it if he wasn't so afraid of it cutting him! He placed it on the bed and opened the next one... Which turned out to have a ridiculously comfy onsie jammy that, when Harry tried it on, made him look like a cute little devil, tail and all. And his hoodie had horns! And it was soooooo comfy! Harry hugged himself just to be able to feel the fabric. This was something completely different from Duddley's hand-me-downs. Harry grinned happily as he reached for the next gift in his pile...
The sun was high in the sky by the time Harry was finished, and he sat on the floor surrounded with a small mountain of possessions, grinning like a maniac. He loved his new daddy already, he was the best daddy in the whole WORLD! Okay... so he didn't know what to do with everything, like the cigarettes, or the funny-tasting thing in bottles that made him feel dizzy...but he he had so much stuff, and it was all HIS! He pushed or careful put, his new possessions on the floor and flopped back onto the bed, laughing with the joy that was bubbling up inside him, feeling like his little heart would explode from feeling this much happiness. He didn't know that he could feel that happy. He hadn't ever felt like he was loved, or that he was anything but a burden, but his new parents very clearly loved him. Why else would they give him so many wonderful new tings? He picked up the G.I. Joe doll that, for some reason, had come with a magnifying glass and played around with it, just enjoying the fact that it was his, and that there was no one else around that would take it away from him, then he hugged the strange octopus like plushy to his chest. "Is your name Yog-Sogthrot? Sothroth? What did the tag say again?" Harry hugged his precious new plushy even as he leaned out of the bed to look into the mess on the floor to find the note that it had come with, before flopping back on the bed, labeling it a lost cause once he saw the mess of wrapping paper and unwrapped gifts laying about. He wondered if he had a shelf in his new room. He was sure some of those things were probably decorative items. The eyeballs in a jar HAD to be decorative. It freaked him out at first, but he had to admit they were really pretty, blue like the sky... Harry smiled and laid on the bed hugging his plushy and labeled this the best day in his entire life.
It was quite a bit later, as Harry was lying on his bed reading one of the strange books he had gotten, the one that had his plushy in it! He absolutely loved his new plushy, and apparently it was named after some kind of godlike creature, and Harry was currently trying to understand the whole concept of how to summon him. It sounded like it was just a fairytale -his aunt and uncle were extremely adamant that magic wasn't real- but he thought it could be fun to try anyway...even if it wasn't real. It was like a fun game, and then he could pretend his plushy soared down from the stars to him... Harry's young mind was playing with all the ideas for his little fantasy scenario when he suddenly heard one of the doors on the second floor slam shut, and music that he had never heard before coming from one of the rooms. Harry edged off the bed and sneaked down the stairs, wondering what kind of music it was, it sounded so...angry...but kinda nice too... He peered into the room that had the door slightly ajar. Must have been a different door he heard slam shut then he thought, and he carefully pushed the door open, and the music sounding even louder to him.
"Six...six six, the number of the beast~ Hell, and Fire, was spawned to be released!~" The slightly short and chubby guy on the bed was singing along to the music. Was he shaving his head? He looked way to young to be bald, closer to 20 or 30 maybe... harry wasn't sure, but he didn't look much older than his mother. Maybe just a little. His pondering was interrupted when the guy noticed he was there and stopped playing his imaginary guitar.
"...Who are you?" He said, looking at Harry, wondering if maybe the kid was their new sacrifice or something. he didn't really pay much attention to what everyone was talking about, really. Too much work.
"Um...I... The nice woman..." Harry wasn't sure what to say, and he had never really interacted much with anyone, he was a little scared of people, to be fair.
"What are you doing up here kid?" The guy asked him, trying to figure out if he had escaped from the basement or something. Harry had put his clothes back on so he did kinda look like a starved prisoner. Harry forced himself to be brave, his mommy wouldn't let someone hurt him...right?
"M...my new mom told me to go to my room while she summoned daddy for a 'chat'." He said, mentally patting himself on the back for not looking like a dear in the headlights, or running away.
"Your...Oh...OH!" The guy slapped his forehead. "You're that new kid Sharon picked up, ain't you?" Harry nodded tentatively.
"So what's your name, kid? I'm Benny by the way. Come inn kid, come inn!" Harry smiled at Benny, who was now sitting on the bed and waving him inside. Well... He SEEMED friendly enough... Harry carefully shuffled into the room, and marveled at all the posters on the wall and the strange things in jars on his bookshelves... there wasn't many books there, but there was ALOT of strange stuff...and a collection of different daggers.
"Harry. I'm Harry." He said and smiled, unknowingly tapping his fingers to the beat of the music, partly in nervousness. It pulled you inn he thought, even if they sounded angry at first.
"I see you like Maiden?" Benny smiled at the kid, watching how he looked around the room and admiring his things. He wasn't very good with kids, but he was sure everyone loved music.
"M...maiden?" Harry asked, looking curiously up at Benny.
"Iron Maiden, totally awesome band!" Benny proclaimed. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I love Cradle of Filth and the more heavy shit too, but Maiden is CLASSIC!" He sounded very enthusiastic as he continued to explain the various bands on his posters to Harry, enjoying having this kid watching him with rapt attention and respect. He felt a strangle feeling in his chest at that. Respect... Nobody really respected him, he was a lazy son of a bitch and he knew it. Sure, the family loved him, even if he was mooching off them most of the time, but respect... He found himself liking this kid more and more as he let Harry listen to all the different types music he had lying about.
It was closing inn on dinner-time by the time Benny finished up his lecture about rock and metal through the ages, with certain visual inputs that left Harry just slightly traumatized...and very, very happy Benny didn't actually have a live bat to bite...that was a very disturbing image to the young boy. Then again, after Fido, and his new dad, he suspected that he'd get used to these kind of things soon enough.
"Come on Harry. Dinner's ready!" Benny practically dragged Harry downstairs after smelling the air. Harry had no idea how he managed to smell the cooking from all the way up on the second floor and into the hallway, and he couldn't smell a thing until he reached the downstairs himself, but that was just how Benny was he supposed.
"There you are sweetie." Sharon put her arm around Harry and lead him to the table. Harry still flinched when people touched him, but he felt more and more comfortable around his new mother...even if he was also a bit hessitant about trusting strangers that easilly. Still... She was nice, and being hugged was nice, and her arm felt nice...it felt like Love, even if he had never felt it before. He wondered if this was what it felt like to have a real family...
"Now, Harry..." She said as she sat him down and sat down herself between Harry and Damien in his high chair. "I talked to your father, and he promised to spend some quality time with you once you've settled inn here. I'll teach you how to summon him tommorrow, okay, sweetie?" She said, and Harry smiled back up at her shyly.
"Okay." He said and focused on the food, hessitating with taking anything, still feeling like he didn't have the right to have this yummy food without even working for it. He felt a bit ungrateful and lazy for having spent the whole day enjoying himself, and he certantly hadn't earned this yummy food. The thought made his eyes tear up again, because he really, really wanted it. But he didn't deserve it.
"What's wrong, dearie?" Mavis said, and Harry looked up at the kind face with the too large glasses of his new grandmother and bit his lip.
"I...I'm sorry for being a burden." He said, hunching over and blushing in shame. "I'll work harder tomorrow, I promise! Just tell me what to do! I'm really good at cooking and cleaning, I don't burn food anymore!" He said, eager to please his new family and show them how greatful he was. Because he was greatful. He really, really was!
"Nonsend dearie." Mavis dissmissed his worries, much to Harry's amazement. "Children don't need to work. Just do well in school, that's all you need to worry about." She said and smiled at him. Harry stared at her as if she had grown an extra head at that statement.
"Y...you want me to do good in school?!" He asked incrediously. "But...what if I accidentally got better grades than them...?" he bit his lip and looked over at Damien who was currently stabbing his food wildly and grinning evilly. He wasn't ready for school for a few more years, but... And Harry really didn't want to outstage his new uncle...he looked over at Derek, whom may have been sixteen, but was still playing with his food, shaping the mashed potatoes into a...very shapely...woman...
"Then we'd be very proud of you sweetie." Sharon said, and everyone at the table nodded their heads, and that strange feeling swelled in Harry's chest again, making him want to cry. He blushed and took a bite of his Sheppard's pie to stop the tears from falling, horrified at what they must think about him for being such a crybaby. He didn't understand it...he never cried. Not even when Vernon pulled his shoulder out of it's socket when he was particularly angry and throwing him into the cupboard. But now...he couldn't help himself, even if he wasn't sad or in pain or anything. He decided that his emotions was weird and focused on eating, listening to the rest of the family chatting around the dinner-table and allowed himself a small smile. He felt almost like...like they really WERE his family. Maybe Sharon really was his mother! Maybe he had been kidnapped as a baby and left with those mean people! Harry decided that he liked that version of the truth better, and started daydreaming about how it all had happened. It was a conspiracy, like he'd heard when he listened to the programs on the telly from his cupboard. Maybe the Dursley's was from, like, a weird cristian cult or something. He had heard that cristian people hated Satan and magic and anything that wasn't directed by their rules and moral beliefs. They kidnapped people all the time according to the telly! He nodded to himself and decided that he'd believe in that! It was so much nicer than his parents being useless drunks who were stupid enough to drink and drive and then left him behind. He didn't want to believe he was related to the Dursley's either. They were mean and fat and ugly. His new mother...no...his REAL mother, was pretty and nice and cool, and he wanted to believe that it was her genes he had, not the stupid, fat Dursleys! Harry barely noticed that he drifted off to sleep, falling against Sharon's side and hugging her, feeling warm and his stomach was for once full, and for the first time everything was all right in the world.