Harry is bored because he is a freak.
Or is he a freak because he is bored?
To be a freak is to be a person, an animal, or a plant with an unusual abnormality. At first, it was used to describe a person who is physically deformed or transformed until it turned into a derogatory term used against something so unlike any other of its type.
Harry tried to be normal once, but it's not working. To be normal is to emulate the behaviour and thought process of the mass. To walk like them until they started walking like you and the world stopped making any attempts to think of you as a distinct individual.
Life in Privet Drive, in all of its mundane glory, made Harry realize he doesn't want to stop being a freak. If becoming normal means surrendering his sense of self. The entirety of Privet Drive's residents shared the same beliefs, ideals, and moral attitude which operate as a unifying force within their society.
There are reasons why every house in Privet Drive looked almost identical to each other.
Perhaps he is spending too much time with the only person who can stand being in a one-meter radius to a freak. He doesn't interact with the school's librarian that much, but when he does…
It was an enlightening experience.
Harry still doesn't know why people wanted to be normal, but at least he understood why his aunt and uncle branded him as a freak. His parents were drunks who don't conform to the rule of society. What stopped him from following their footsteps?
Harry doesn't blame them. The society is rotten to the core. People only believed what they wanted to believe and ignored everything else. Enforcing the rule that Harry's existence is a threat to humanity while Dudley's is a gift from heaven.
Harry is a freak, and he is proud to be one. He despised order, it leads to stagnation. It made people unable to accept change. To them, even a slight alteration to their daily routine is deemed deplorable.
Repeating the same thing over and again, isn't that the definition of insanity? In this world, madmen define what mad is and Harry stopped that line of thought before he started sounding like a madman.
Eventually, Harry stopped thinking about the world as he knew it. But it left him with nothing to do. He wanted to do something new. Something only a true freak would think of doing inside a cupboard under the stairs.
When Harry spotted a spider scuttling and scurrying around his territory, he tried to initiate a conversation with it.
"What are you doing inside my cupboard?"
"Our cupboard," said the air-breathing arthropods that have eight legs.
Both spiders and insects are invertebrates, but spiders are not insects. Spiders are primary controllers of insects. Harry, unlike his cousin Dudley, knew the difference.
What he doesn't know is that it could understand human speech and is capable of formulating a response in the Queen's English.
"You can speak English?"
Harry almost asked the spider if it can speak, but discarded the notion after he found how stupid it is. It just did. Every living being capable of speech can do that. Although most of them only speak in their language which is usually incomprehensible to humans.
"You can speak Spydric?"
Strange. Harry thought. To him, the entire conversation sounded like English. However, the spider has no reasons to tell lies to the only one it could talk to.
"Depends. What is Spydric?"
"Our language."
That wasn't helpful, was it? Harry lamented the fact that the spider sounded much more civil than any human Harry had the pleasure of meeting in his relatively short life. The school's librarian doesn't count. She is too nice to be human. Not all angels have wings. Too many wings and alien anatomy, and you've got yourself a biblically accurate angel.
Sensing its landlord's confusion, which Harry technically is, what with him having ownership of the cupboard that housed its nest, the spider started explaining.
"It's an innate ability. Spiders who eat together, stay together."
"Thanks, I guess?"
"The pleasure is all mine."
Harry doesn't know what spiders considered interesting or insulting. Or both. In the end, he ended up talking about himself. His name, his like and dislike, and his dream for the future.
"I want to be the very best like no one ever was."
Today, Harry might be a freak. Or tomorrow. Or the day after tomorrow. However, he has no intention of staying that way for the rest of his life. Someday, he is going to prove the world that he is worthy.
Worthy of what? Worthy of being called a super freak, of course. One who reigned supreme above heaven.
If Petunia and Vernon Dursley knew better, they should have branded Harry as delusional instead of freaky. But what they didn't know won't hurt them. Probably.
Isn't it too early to have an eighth-grader syndrome? Not for Harry.
If the spider could sigh, it would have done so right now.
"You humans are weird."
"I know. I am a human. Trust me."
It was a pleasant, quiet evening. Harry couldn't have been happier. Even with the looming fear of something bad happening, such as his uncle discovering him talking with a spider, he was enjoying it. Who knows having someone unprejudiced against him to talk to could be beneficial to his mental health?