Harry Potter was not an ordinary person. He was a wizard. For most of his life, the Dursley's had tried to squash the magic out of him. They had been unsuccessful and he now went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
It was the summer after third year and Harry was beginning to wonder about his sanity. Was the stress of being 'The Boy Who Lived' finally getting to him? That's what Harry thought, but the truth was much darker.
Harry had always been forgetful and was used to finding notes in his room. He assumed that he had written them at some point to remember important things. Today was no different.
Harry woke to see a note blu-tacked to the wall beside his bedroom door. It read,
"Harry, it's the first of September. I've already packed".
When Harry was dropped off at Kings Cross, he began to feel detached from himself and the hustle and bustle around him.
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FanfictionHarry Potter has been physically, emotionally and mentally abused for as long as he can remember. With the trauma that the Dursley's have caused him, Harry develops DID (dissociative identity disorder).
