Hogwarts; Hufflepuff Fight Club.
Fight; (AU) Squib
Word Count; 327
Harry Potter sighed as he moved through his morning routine as if it were any other day. He got the mail, made and served breakfast, and continued on with his chores. His aunt and uncle were giving him more dirty looks than usual but he couldn't work out what he had done.
Today, he'd work extra hard to ensure he was allowed to eat dinner tonight. Even though it wasn't special, it was better than going hungry, especially on his eleventh birthday.
The day continued on and he began to get worried. His aunt was especially shaky today, looking out of the windows, closing the curtains, and jumping anytime an animal outside made a noise.
But nothing happened.
And to bed, he went.
The next morning, the day after his eleventh birthday, everything changed for young Harry.
"Morning, Harry," his aunt greeted.
"Morning, Aunt Petunia."
"Do you know what today is?"
Harry looked at his over-excited aunt in confusion. There was nothing special about the first of August. "August the first?"
Aunt Petunia grinned. "You're eleven and you haven't gotten a letter!"
Harry nodded to her statement in confirmation. "Should I have gotten a letter?"
"You're lucky you didn't! If you don't get a letter before September, you can move into Dudley's second bedroom!"
Hope filled Harry as he heard this. He could have his own room? Instead of being under the stairs? He didn't understand why but a smile made its way to his face. Maybe now his aunt and uncle will be nice to him. "Thank you, Aunt Petunia."
She nodded. "Now, go make breakfast."
"Yes, Aunt Petunia."
Lo and behold, no letter came for Harry Potter, the boy under the stairs, and on the second day in September, his life changed. He was allowed to have his own bedroom, they brought him his own uniform, and he wasn't punished as often as before.
Life was good, and Harry couldn't have asked for anything more.