p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"THE GIRL WHO LOVED /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"To many, Alyssa Potter was an enigma. An enigma that was simply too difficult to understand and too worthless to look into. Why try to understand someone who doesn't want to be understood? That was their thought. But that simply wasn't true. Alyssa Potter very much wanted to be understood. She very much wanted to be emheard/em. But that simply wasn't to be. Every day, she would wake up at the break of dawn in a small cupboard that was all too small for her. Cook for people she didn't care for and who most certainly didn't care for her. Then, she'd go to school in large clothes that were bought to last her another three years, where she was bullied, teased or ignored by everyone. Though the bully part was mostly by her so-called cousin, Dudley Dursley. Everyone would admit that they'd never once seen Alyssa smile or laugh, but they'd of course never question it. Though she was just a child of 8 years, she had seen too much, lost too much. She had lost things that no child should ever lose. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"It's because people are often stuck in their own world with their own problems and their own struggles is that people like the Dursley get away with what they do. Bullying. Abuse. Of course, it didn't matter to Petunia Dursley that she was starving and abusing her own sister's daughter. A real pity, she'd say, that her sister died. But to her, the fact to be pitied was that her sister died and left her to take care of her freak of a daughter./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"span style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /spanAfter all, who'd want to take in an ugly freak who had no use?/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"Little did she know, there was a whole lot of people willing to take her in and nourish and protect her with everything they had./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"Had anyone known the kind of treatment their precious 'saviour' was subject to, they would have been furious. But since they didn't bother to check on her, they never knew./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"Mrs. Dursley had always feared that her 'friends' would find out about her sister and her family. No, she wasem terrified/em that they'd find out about their freakiness. So, she never mentioned her unless the need arose. But all her efforts were fruitless when she one day opened her door to find a baby with startling green eyes and a lightning bolt shaped scar on her forehead along with a letter on top of her blanket. Her worst fear had come true. She was left to take care of a freak./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"Just the night before, hundreds and hundreds of people had raised their glasses and murmured with all the gratitude in the world, 'To Alyssa Potter-The Girl Who Lived."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"But, alas, the people of the wizarding world were blind. Instead of cherishing who they thought was their saviour, they banished her to the very place that would haunt her for the rest of her style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /span/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"To many, Alyssa Potter was an enigma. An enigma that was simply too difficult to understand and too worthless to look into. Why try to understand someone who doesn't want to be understood? That was their thought. But that simply wasn't true. Alyssa Potter very much wanted to be understood. She very much wanted to be emheard/em. But that simply wasn't to be. Every day, she would wake up at the break of dawn in a small cupboard that was all too small for her. Cook for people she didn't care for and who most certainly didn't care for her. Then, she'd go to school in large clothes that were bought to last her another three years, where she was bullied, teased or ignored by everyone. Though the bully part was mostly by her so-called cousin, Dudley Dursley. Everyone would admit that they'd never once seen Alyssa smile or laugh, but they'd of course never question it. Though she was just a child of 8 years, she had seen too much, lost too much. She had lost things that no child should ever lose. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"It's because people are often stuck in their own world with their own problems and their own struggles is that people like the Dursley get away with what they do. Bullying. Abuse. Of course, it didn't matter to Petunia Dursley that she was starving and abusing her own sister's daughter. A real pity, she'd say, that her sister died. But to her, the fact to be pitied was that her sister died and left her to take care of her freak of a daughter./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"span style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /spanAfter all, who'd want to take in an ugly freak who had no use?/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"Little did she know, there was a whole lot of people willing to take her in and nourish and protect her with everything they had./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"Had anyone known the kind of treatment their precious 'saviour' was subject to, they would have been furious. But since they didn't bother to check on her, they never knew./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"Mrs. Dursley had always feared that her 'friends' would find out about her sister and her family. No, she wasem terrified/em that they'd find out about their freakiness. So, she never mentioned her unless the need arose. But all her efforts were fruitless when she one day opened her door to find a baby with startling green eyes and a lightning bolt shaped scar on her forehead along with a letter on top of her blanket. Her worst fear had come true. She was left to take care of a freak./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"Just the night before, hundreds and hundreds of people had raised their glasses and murmured with all the gratitude in the world, 'To Alyssa Potter-The Girl Who Lived."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"But, alas, the people of the wizarding world were blind. Instead of cherishing who they thought was their saviour, they banished her to the very place that would haunt her for the rest of her style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /span/span/p