Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
He sat there, waiting.
Waiting for news.
It was the same every year.
In every letter, they asked how he was.
He replied that he was fine.
Didn't they know him by now?
When he said he was fine, he wasn't.
But then again, they didn't know a lot.
He had slept in a cupboard.
He had done a lot of chores since a young age.
He had been starved.
But they didn't know.
Only he and his relatives knew.
And possibly Dumbledore.
But that didn't change anything.
He was forced to stay there.
And nothing would change, even if they knew.
So, for now, he'd just keep waiting.
Waiting for news that might never come.
So, what do you think?