School was both bad and good for Harry. The other kids didn't like him because Dudley beat up anyone who came near him. The teacher didn't seem to like him either. Maybe Aunt Petunia told her that he was a bad boy. That's what she had told all the neighbors at least. The neighbors didn't like Harry. They would sneer at him and talk around him as if he wasn't there. It wasn't polite at all. Harry hadn't done anything wrong. Maybe it was the clothes he wore that made everyone be mean to him? It wasn't his fault. Dudley was so much bigger than him and Aunt Petunia never bought him anything new. His hair was always a mess too. Aunt Petunia had tried to take it before but she just made it worse. Why were people so quick to judge him based on his appearance? It wasn't very nice. Harry decided he would try and be nice to anyone he ever met who was also nice to him. Maybe if he was nice to everyone he could make someone happy and maybe make a friend.
Reading was the best part about school. The teacher would read to them and they would sit and listen. No one else would talk. Dudley wouldn't bother him. He could just listen and imagine. Harry hoped he could read big kid books on his own soon. He knew how to read picture books and recipes thanks to having to cook all the time. But words used in recipes weren't like the fantastical words in stories.
Harry would try and hide in the library during lunch because Dudley would hunt him down. If he crouched down behind bookshelves sometimes Dudley couldn't find him. It seemed as if the wonderful books scared Dudley away. Sometimes the librarian kicked him out though. Harry looked a bit scruffy so she found him suspicious if he visited the library too often. It wasn't like he was going to steal the books! Harry tried to be good. He really did. Trouble just seemed to follow him.
Today was a bad day. Dudley and Piers caught him just after he had finished eating his lunch (a slice of bread and a slice of cheese). With no chance of running through the halls to the library, Harry was stuck. He desperately wished he could be anywhere else. Somewhere safe. Somewhere away from Dudley and his nastiness. Someplace where dudley and his gang couldn't reach him. He wished he had the ability to escape.
Crack!
Harry found himself on the roof.