Harry woke up to polite knocking on the door to his room. He crawled out of the closet to open it.

Mrs. Desp was standing outside, with a list in her hand. She handed the list to Harry witha cheery, "Good Morning!" before continuing on her way. Harry smiled after her, happy that the list seemed so short, whatever it was for. Harry looked closer and saw that it was a list of chores, which made him sigh. At least today he would only be doing gardening.

He looked down at himself, shrugging, realizing he was wearing the same clothes as yesterday. He slipped on his shoes, and went straight out to the backyard. Pausing, he looked around at the small garden, deciding how to go about it. He decided to water everything first, then look through for weeds and finally pruning all the plants. Harry quickly filled a watering can, and started slowly soaking the ground all around him. He paused, looked around, and made a decision. Quickly Harry sprinted to the front of the orphanage, where one of the trees sat, and poured the rest of the water on it. Harry ran back, filling the watering can again, and continuing like nothing happened. Once he was done watering, he kneeled down and started pulling weeds. He had waited until.after watering because it made the ground softer, making it easier to pull the weeds out.

The gardening continued on like this for some time, leaving Harry exhausted when he went back inside.

Harry's life in the orphanage continued on at a steady pace, falling into a routine, until one day, one letter, one simple letter, threw everything into a tizzy. Mrs. Desp came to him, and asked him to come to her office. Harry was confused, as children were not often punished here, and even if he was in trouble, the only thing it could be for, was watering the tree.

Harry walked behind her, reviewing all that he had done through the entire three weeks he had been there. They entered her office, and he sat in front of her desk. She sat down and started at him for about five minutes, and then asked, "Harry, I've noticed that you have a few very serious bruises on your shins. Were they there when you came, or are they new?"

Harry scrambled to think of an answer, not wanting her to think of him as a freak like the Dursleys did. After a few moments, he decided that the only thing she would believe was the truth, as he had not said as much as three sentences to the other orphans. Tears formed in his green eyes, causing her eyes to widen. "Before," Harry whispered, " they're from before. "

"How did they get there?"

" No! No, no, no! Please don't ask anything else! Nobody did anything! The Dursleys love me, I swear! I'm fed, they put a roof over my head, taught me important things, they even schooled me at home so I wouldn't get in trouble! They love me! "

"Harry... Did they ever tell you they did? Did they take you places?"

" They didn't have too! They didn't have to say it, I knew! Why else would they have taken such good care of me?! "

"Okay Harry, but tell me this, were you and your cousin treated differently? Did he get anything that you didn't?"

"No! He didn't!"

" Why are you in clothing that looks like it could fit three of you, while the rest of them, from what I saw, were in clothes that fit them perfectly? "

"They let me have Dudley's old clothes, because... I don't know okay! Just stop asking about them!"

"Fine, but we will talk about this later Harry. I had something else I wanted to talk about, okay?"

" Okay. " Harry sighed in relief, drying his tears, glad that they were off that topic.

Mrs. Desp slid an envelope across her desk, that was addressed to him, with a broken purple seal.

"This letter came in the post, and it says that you were accepted into a school, called Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. They will probably send a representative from the school, as that's what they did when my sister was accepted."

Harry went wide eyed scared of what she might say next, but it seems he didn't have to worry, as she looked quite happy, not mad as the Dursleys would have been.

"But... That can't be, I'm just Harry, what need would they have for me at a place for people so... So amazing. I wouldn't belong."

" Harry, you are a wizard, I have no doubt about it. I may be a Muggle myself, but from what your uncle blathered about while he was here, you are a wizard. This is an opportunity I can't allow you to pass up. This would make it to where you can have friends that you relate to. "

"Your sister, would I be able to meet her?"

" I don't know Harry, I haven't spoken to her in a great many years. About fifteen I think. "

"Why not?"

" It's complicated Harry, we just had a lot that we could not agree on, okay? "

"Alright."

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I'm sorry its so short, I've just had major writers block lately. Next chapter will be longer.