My name is Harry James Potter, and as of tomorrow, I will be six years old. And so for the rest of today, I have to deal with the miserable party that my parents have thrown for Simon and Eveline. Technically they did not wish to have a second party for the son who was born mere hours after his siblings. But that is beside the point, as truly I didn't care for the party. The cause of this was my social skills, or lack thereof, as for a six-year-old I didn't seem to need the friendship and companionship that my siblings craved. No, I didn't need the attention that they were given. I was different than them, not that I wished to be, I would love it if I fit in with the others and their games and interests. But no matter how hard I tried, I could not find it in myself to care for their games, and on top of this mum and dad always seemed to want to be alone with them doing this task or the other. But I've grown used to it, now I tend to hunker down in the family library, where Pipkin the elf helps me learn to read and with my basic manners. Despite my not wanting to learn the second, he convinced me when he brought a large book on my new favorite reading subject, mythology.

And while there are still some aspects that Pipkin has forbidden me from reading due to the 'Young Master's age' and something about him not wanting me to read such 'horrible things', that's a problem for a different day.

Currently, I am frozen in place as my siblings and their friends walk away to go open the gifts. How could they do this? I hadn't done anything to them at all, I only brought myself out here for Dad who had forced me. So what did I do to get treated like this? I understand that Simon didn't seem to like me and I accepted that, I don't bother him so why must he bother me? And why does everybody seem to go along with him?

"Are you okay?" A voice suddenly asked, bringing me out of the deep thought that had consumed me. "Hello?" She asked again.

"Mhmmmm Mmhhh!" I tried to say, but my mouth remained closed, it seemed that I had forgotten about the body binder. Then suddenly I got an idea, that pulse earlier had freed me. Why can't I do that again? So I then close my eyes and try to get the same feeling as earlier to escape my body. And after what felt like forever it happened. This time knocking over the girl that was behind me waiting for my answer.

"Ahh!" She exclaimed as she fell. I paid her exclamation no mind as I turned to see who had stayed behind to check on me. To my utter shock, it was Daphne Greengrass, the girl who had just started talking to him and who I had attempted to protect.

"Why are you still here?" I questioned as I helped get her to her feet.

"Well, they attacked you and left you here…" She said, "And you defended me." She whispered after a second of hesitation.

"You didn't deserve him attacking you, especially for my sake." I say as I run my hand through my hair in an attempt to rid it of the dirt and grass that had been kicked all over me. "There is no need for you to be here, I know you want to join them and the others now." After those words left my mouth I could see the anger that passed over her face.

"You're wrong… I want nothing to do with those snobs." She said with finality. This surprised me, never had any of the other children ever decided to stay with me after Simon or Eveline attempted to get them away from me.

"Ahh, I guess, I should properly introduce myself, My name is Harry Potter." I offer her my hand to shake, suddenly remembering my manners.

"Daphne Greengrass," She smiled and shook my hand, "We should be friends!" She yelled before turning away blushing.

Friends? That is a foreign concept to me. The only close relationship that I currently have could not really be counted as a friendship as Pipkin to me was a more parental figure. And even more so she offers me her friendship after being attacked for my sake.

"Yes!" I yell back at her, startling even myself with the enthusiasm in my voice. Then we walk back to the porch to avoid missing out on the gift opening. But after a few seconds of awkward silence, I spoke up again. "So how do friends work?"

"Ummm I don't really know, I don't really have any outside of Tracey. And I've known her since I was born." She responded just as awkwardly as I did. Realizing that we were both helpless, we both burst into a fit of laughter. That laughter continued in different fits as we began to get more comfortable with each other on the walk back. But soon enough we reached the porch and went our separate ways, her to her parents and me to the front to open some gifts.

Upon reaching the front I noticed something for the first time, the amount of gifts seemed to differ very much for me and Simon, and then as I looked over to Eveline's pile hers was also significantly larger than my own. But before I could think further about it, Dad swept in front of the crowd and began to speak.

"Thank you all for coming to this joyous day! Today my children all turn six years old!" As he said this he gestured to us three and I put on a smile that if inspected could be seen as fake.

"Lily and I would like to announce something at this time, as we have come to an important decision." With that, he paused, and the crowd went even quieter. "We would like to announce the heirships we are giving our children! For our firstborn, Simon, we are making him the Heir apparent to the House of Potter." At that, Simon jumped up and rushed to His Dad, who swept him up in a hug.

"And for Eveline, we have decided to restore a house long connected to the potters." Lily said as the applause died down, "Eveline will be the new Heiress apparent to the house of Peverell," Eveline then had a similar reaction to Simon as she rushed Mom as everyone applauded the new heir and Heiress. What followed was synonymous with all wizarding birthdays, a presentation of gifts by all present.

But that doesn't matter to me anymore, all of my focus had been taken away after the first two gifts were handed out. My parents had given my siblings two priceless gifts. They were given the control of their future, of their family, of their selves. And while I may not truly comprehend what they gained on this day I knew something for sure.

My unconditional love, trust, and reliance on my parents. Gone, no longer present in my being, forcefully purged from my soul. In one moment the part of me that held onto the hope that they would soon begin to recognize and include me died. Cold and despondently I began to make my way to the entrance of the manor. But before I could reach the door a hand landed on my shoulder and I looked up.

"Ah, just the boy I wanted to see." The old man said, "You may not know me but I've known you for many years, here, I have this for you," I was then handed a small leather-bound book of middling length. As I took my eyes off of my new possession and went to thank the man he was gone and upon looking around it seemed that he had never existed at all. But that only distracted me from my mood for so long, as the fury and sadness took over my body again as I fully entered the manor.

Upon entering my room, a sudden blast of magic left my body, the blast was unlike the one I had produced to free myself.

This time my magic took form in a strange way, rather than an invisible force that was used to free me and protect me, a fiery blast erupted around my room. The heat caused the drapes to catch fire and the carpet began to burn, but as suddenly as it had started it was extinguished. The ceasing of the flames wasn't as random as normal accidental magic. Had anyone else been in the room at the time would have felt the heat being replaced with a bone-chilling cold. A cold that would normally haunt a man for all the days of his life but not Harry. In my mind, the anger and anguish for my parent's lack of care was replaced with the only thing my feelings could find, cold unfeeling indifference. My face schooled itself and the tears that were on my face quickly went away.

"I'm done with them" I swore to the heavens, "I have no family" With that I vowed to separate from the Potters and how they viewed me and their comparisons of me to my older siblings. Suddenly I was hit with tiredness and sleepiness that caused me to fall onto my bed. But before my eyes shut without my permission, I grabbed the book and went to look it through. I got no further than the front cover before my eyes closed and I was in a deep deep sleep.

And so the birthday party of my siblings ended with me dead asleep with the small book with a strange triangle symbol engraved on its center.