Beware, I'm the second child in a family of seven children, no insult you fire can get to me I have heard it all before.
now enjoy reading. gangofrats
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Harry always notices the family across the street. The mother, the father, and the seven boys. He watches them from behind the backyard fence rather than doing gardening work like Aunt Petunia would have wanted him to.
He felt content just watching them from behind the fence, but he never got close; he never approached them or talked to them. He was sure they wouldn't want to talk to him, so he stayed behind the fence and watched, always extra careful so they wouldn't see him.
He likes watching his father kiss the mother and hug the seven grumbling boys before he leaves for work. A large smile is on his face.
He also likes watching the boys play games. Not the kind of games that Dudley would force him to play with his friends. But the normal ones.
He likes that. He would always stare at them and try really hard to imagine what life would be like if those were his parents. It felt like a nice life, not the one lived inside a cupboard under the stairs.
It was a hot Tuesday morning, and Harry wasn't watching the neighbors this time. He knew the father was at work and the sons were off at their cousin's place - at least that's what he thought they did on Tuesdays - so it was just the mother. Plus, he had to catch up on his gardening; the weeds were getting annoying.
Hello. A voice startled him and he almost raked out a whole row of roses. Aunt Petunia would not have been amused. He turned to look at the snow-white-skinned woman smiling at him from over the fence and he almost gasped. He had always seen her from across the street; she looked pretty, but she looked absolutely marvelous up close.
He immediately scrambled to his feet, not daring to take a step forward.
"Yes ma'am", he didn't meet her eyes.
"What is your name?".
He shook his head frantically; it wasn't as if he couldn't say his name; he just didn't know it.
" You-You don't know your name? ". the woman asked shocked.
he met her eyes then. " Freak, I am refered to as freak".
her smile became strained. "How old are you? ".
At least that one he knows. " Four".
She hummed and something flashed in her eyes but it disappeared just as fast as it came.
"I will like to talk to your... family tomorrow, can I? ".
he nodded. "Yes you can".
she nodded. " Perfect"
she smiled at him again and Harry was caught off by how different it looked from the one aunt Petiuna gave him before throwing him in his cupboard.
"I'll see you tomorrow child".
harry could only nod as the woman turned away and left.