Harry hadnt the faintest clue about his name until that day in school, how he was supposed to know?

Of course He had a bunch of them, 'Harry' was deffinitly not included.

Boy, freak, our shameful secret, clumsy, nasty brat, waste of time, ungrateful, and some others. He wasn't a nutter, and had indeed some brain cells left, despite his aunt vigourous afforts to bash his skull and kill what was left of it. So he figured it out the way they treated him wasn't a thing for normal people.

Normal kids.

Normal kids didn't sleep in a cupboard, didn't eat left overs or threatened with frying pan. They never did chores until they couldn't stand on their feet.

One time, uncle- should he even call him that?- a drunk vernon wanted to make him kiss his feet, which Harry didn't clearly. He got thrown into the cupboard for two whole days, with only one time being allowed to eat or shit.

But his cries of hurt when Harry stuck his tooth on his fat hairy thigh was satisfying. Ofcourse he made himself vomit and brushed his teeth to the point of bleeding after that, but boy was it fabulous!

Harry of before, thought that maybe he deserved it, that his aunt and uncle shouldn't have to take care of him. All other kids he saw when he did his chores in garden had parents.

And harry always made trouble. Sometimes, the frying pan his aunt hit him with disappeared. Sometimes when the weather was hot, the cupboard door wouldn't open, and Harry got to sleep in the kitchen or outside. It was way better than that hot humid cupboard.

When Harry went to school for the first time last year, he found out other kids, yes even those who were adopted or lived with their relatives, did not live the way he lived. The library books were informtive. The kids themselves too, when they talked about their families. It seemed they were loved, cherished.

And Harry wasn't .

He wore hand me downs, had a very fragile stolen glasses, and could never outshine his whale of cousin, or he would have to deal with more problems at home.

Harry didn't know if he could do well for himself when he grew up, he did not think they would let him stay for a minute afer he turned 18, Harry himself didn't want to .

But what could he do?

He didn't have time to go and hunt for a part-time job, what with all the things he had to do around the house. He didn't get good grades, at first because of dudley, then because he didn't get time to do his homework, and the lessons got harder and harder to learn. So no, there was not a way he could go to a colleage and get a scholarship of sorts.

And Harry didn't know anything but abit of cooking and cleaning and washing and Gardening. The best job he would get was working as a waiter, or dishwasher.

They didn't pay good, not enough for him to get a room, and food.

And worst thing was that Harry didn't have any one to talk to. Spiders were good and nice, but he needed something more, someone to talk with him, not at him.

Harry was eight now, and still never had spoken to anyone who even smiled at him.

He never knew of someone who had a worst life than Harry himself.

-well all except the kid down the road.

No-one knew where he lived exactly, rumour was it that he lived with an aunte, but nobody actually saw this 'aunt'. His name was weird too. They said his name was 'Septimus'.

Seriously? Who in their right mind named a kid 7? Not even 12 or 10 or some other nice number! Or 1! 1 was a sensible name!

But 7?

Adults could be so dumb sometimes!

He wore shiny colored longish outfits. Like purple hoodie with a lime green pants, or a deep blue oversized tshirt with a golden tight. Some said he was color blind or something. Harry thought at first, that maybe he was like himself, hand me downs and all. but he wasn't. was not like him. His clothes were perfectly new and in a good shape. No holes or patches or tears in it. The kid just had the worst sense of fashion ever.

Harry was a little ashamed of himself, because he was happy at first. Happy that that kid might be just like Harry.

Septimus was probably rich, cause he had a private teacher an all that. He also had a mangy dog with a prostetic leg and a lost eye. Others thought the dog was creepy, Harry felt pitty that the dog was hurt like that. Who was cruel enough to do that to a dog?

So that night, when Septimus came and said hello, Harry was actually happy.

You see, he had to sleep outside, and it was his birthday. Harry was so sad that he cried himself to sleep, and then made a wish.

"I don't want anything, not a cake, not new clothes or toys or ..or that my aunt likes me, or ..or dudley stops bulling me, just…just a friend.

Please…

Please.."

And boom. For once, it worked!

Harry made his first, best, most awsome friend! Somedays Set( he didn't like Septimus, or Sept) got them ice creams, or pizza.

Of course Dudley was not happy, and tried his hand at seperating them first.

Set just glanced at his whale of a cousin, then motioned his dog.

"you see this little cute thing? One word, and he will get you, and eat you for breakfast."

Ofcourse Dudders didn't listen. The dog chased them, and they almost pissed themselves, at last they ran – how watching Dudleu run for once was funny- and got themselvescaged in an unused dog house. The dog did not leave until Harry had his ice cream, and the awkwardly colored – ugly rusry red- Tshirt.

"I didn't know it was your birthday when we met. So its only fair if I get you this"

Harry looked at the Tshirt. It was brand new and from a good material. He bet it had cost an arm and a leg, ugly as it was.

It was his first present ever. He didn't know if he wanted to hug Set, be ashamed that he would never be able to return the gesture, or be horrified of that absolutly awful color.

He did a bit of all three.

Set told him it was no big deal, and that he got it with his own pocket money. But those idiots showed him one thing, and sent another thing

"I got it by owl. There is this funny shop that uses it. It has a catalouge and all, people there are weird, but nice. I get all my things from there. Its never crowded or anything, and its shirts and things are super durable.I even burned a top accidentaly, and it only destroyed its sleeves!"

Yep, Set was kind of weird, but he was nice-ish weird? The shirt didn't burn? Who accidentaly sets something on fire?

But he was his friend, and he had subdued big D and Piers. So all was cool.

" and Dudley and minion, you can come out. The dog wont bother you if you don't bother us. And you've got to let Harry come and play with me every evening, ah ah, no shouting pouting or tricking me, or Dog here would know"

"wont you Doggy dear?"

Harry was surprised to see the dog rolling his eyes, did dogs do that?

The sun might have gotten his head to see things. Yep.

At the end, they had a treaty. Set would get Dudders and Piers ice creams everyday, and in return, Harry got to play in the evenings, Dudders would make his parents to allow this. And Harry hurriedly whispered to Dudely to say the shirt was from a charity or something. Because God knew if Dursleys knew, they would make sure Harry never saw Set again.

Ps: the shop is owned by a squib, and the only shop which sells muggle clothes to wizards. And they alwys use owl order. Also they have some spells- like never changing color, or to grow with the person, etcetera- woven into fabricque. And about the sleeves, the manager would like to inform all customers it was a one time thing.