A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in a while. With school back on, I haven't been able to. Again, I'm sorry. I'm going to write all the chapters so expect delays. But anyway, here is Harry's first piece of accidental magic. I hope you enjoy this chapter.

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Harry walked slowly home from school.

He was wondering how long he'll get kept in the cupboard because of what had taken place earlier that day.

*Flashback*

Harry ran, looking behind him, to see where Dudley and his gang were. They were the playground bullies, and their main victim was himself.

Harry prayed for Mr. Lupos, to come and see what Dudley's gang was doing.

Harry could see that they were all puffing, including Piers Polkiss. From what Harry could see, Piers, thin as he might be, wasn't much of an exorciser.

Harry, who was also thin, had always had exorcise by running away from Dudley.

Harry was always faster, but this time, they were far away. In fact, Harry was looking down on them. When other kids started pointing at him, Harry realized that he was on the school roof.

Harry paled, thinking about how he was going to be punished, but wasn't going to get down until a teacher had come. Unfortunately for Harry, a young girl with her hair in braids was coming, followed by the headmistress.

*End Flashback*

What had occurred after that involved lots of yelling by both the headmistress and vice principle, some tattle-telling on Dudley and his gang's part and ending with the threat of a letter.

That letter was what Harry was worrying about the most. Of course, Dudley would add some more bits in to make Harry get into even more trouble.

Harry sighed and wished that his parents would be here with him. No, not here, in Surrey. In their home and living happily together.

As he reached number four, Harry sighed and waited for his doom.

An hour later, a severely-injured Harry Potter was chucked into his cupboard. He had tears rolling down his cheeks, but he didn't care.

He lifted Dudley's old, hand-me-down shirt's arm and gasped silently. There, on his arm, was one word.

Freak.

Harry was a freak. No wonder his relatives hated him.

As he cried, he was able to hear Mr. Lupos' words in his head.

When you're upset, it's good to write your feelings down

Harry's head shot up in shock and face-palmed in the gloomy cupboard.

With a small smile, Harry got out his special paper only for letters and his pen.

Dear mum and dad,

Hi agan, its Harry. i'm gonna tel you somthing. i'm quit upset at da momeant bcause i somhow weant up to da rooof of da scool. I wood lik to ask you how I did it but I now you r dead. I reallllly wich you wer hear with me.

Mrs. Fry said that muy speling is getting beterr. Im happy abot that to.

Ill tell you somthing. Im feeling beterr now. I hop dying did not hert you.

Always loving you

Harry Potter.

Harry smiled and crawled under his little blanket. He could hear Dudley rushing up the stairs to his room, and heard his aunt and uncle say goodnight. Harry didn't notice this, but tears began to fall from his emerald green eyes. Would his parents do the same if they were alive?

A/N: Poor, poor Harry. Well, Harry's next letter will be on his 8th birthday. See you then,

~ Star!