AN: Welcome to my new HP fanfiction. I had this idea pop in my head one day and just had to write it out! I hope you enjoy it! I love reviews and criticism and don't forget to like. Enjoy!
Harry Potter Potion Master
The residents of number 4 privet drive were perfectly normal, thank you very much. Petunia was praised for her perfect garden all the while she looked out the windows to spy on the neighbors for gossip. Vernon had a job in a company making drills, his well paid job and business suit made him look like a well to do man even though he packed on quite a lot of extra kilos. Dudley went to school and was praised by the teachers for his well done homework, even though his school work was dismal. Even though they looked like the perfect family on the outside, they kept a well hidden secret from the world. They had a nephew that they never talked about and hid away from people.
Harry Potter lived in the cupboard under the stairs with only the spiders for company. He was given the chance to use the bathroom once a day and food twice a day in his cupboard. However even though he was stuck in his cupboard, he learned science and math and history from Dudley's school books that he would toss at him. You see Dudley found out about Harry's intelligence and decided to use it to his own advantage. Dudley would throw any text book he could find at Harry and make him do his homework. As Harry did the homework, he increased his knowledge in the world. He learned his favorite subjects History, Math, Science, Chemistry, Biology, while he struggled with English, Latin, Robotics and Computer Engineering. This was all because Dudley grabbed random text books as well that were above his level. Some even college level.
While Dudley used Harry for doing his homework, Petunia would make Harry go out in the dead of night and work on the garden. The reason she made him work at night was because she didn't want anyone to see him. After all the garden was her work of art and she had won several prizes for it. To make the illusion of it being her work, she would go out once every two days whenever there was a neighbor out and about and putter around the garden with a watering can for five minutes before going back inside. However the real work was done by Harry, He would be woken up in the dark of night and be forced outside with the directions to work in the garden. Threats of no food if he did not work on it or ruined it. So Harry learned to garden at a young age, weeding and pruning, cutting back the roses in the winter and fertilizing the plants.
Vernon saw Harry as a servant or a slave to the household. He disliked his nephew and liked to call him Freak or Boy instead of his name. He set Harry to work doing the household chores and making the meals. Whenever Harry would mess up cooking a dish or drop a plate, he would hit him over the head and throw him into his cupboard. However if he came home very angry from work and Harry made a mistake, He would take off his belt and strick Harry across his back. Harry had to learn quickly how to make the different dishes that his family wanted from a young age. He also had to mop the floors in the kitchen, vacuum the house, dust everything and clean the windows. He could only clean the windows at night or after his aunt had shut the blinds.
Harry Potter was a miserable ten year old boy. His only fresh air was when he was outside at night time to work on the garden before being shooed inside by a bleary eyed Vernon just before the sun rose. He never went to school and had to teach himself how to read and write using Dudley's books. However he found happiness in learning new information from all the books that Dudley chucked at him. It was worth the few bruises. He learned from the cook books how to make dishes that his family would eat and would sneak some leftovers while they were eating. Doing the chores built up his upper body strength, however it was hidden in the baggy clothes that they made him wear. The hardest part was when his uncle would beat him and yell at him. For the first few years of his life, he thought his name was Freak until Petunia let slip his real name. His back was covered with faint scars from his beatings that were never treated. He was just handed a rag and told to mop up the blood. Yes Harry Potter was a miserable ten year old boy.
However his life all changed around when a letter on parchment arrived at number four privet drive…
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