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Harry's POV

             by the time I woke up, it was 3: A. M. When I went to sleep it was 11:00. better sleep than I had since that night. So I got up and got ready for the day. Once I was in uniform, yes I work, I climbed out the window since my bedroom door was locked, from the outside. As I got to the gas station; a crappy job but good pay, especially after dealing with an entitled person, I get ready for my 4-hour shift. My manager knows a little bit of what happens at my home, just enough to know that my uncle would be mad as fuck if I wasn't there at 6:35 A. M. Today, luckily no entitled muggles came so soon I was on my way back to my uncle's home.

             Once I was there I laid my paycheck on my uncle's spot at the table. He always got the paychecks I worked off so Dudley could get more stuff for his birthday. Dudley never uses the gifts most of the time and gives them to charity and sometimes gives me some small things, one time he gave me his new but small phone! Anyways I started getting the breakfast started and Dudley came down and helped me. After we got the breakfast down on the table and drinks ready, me sneaking a few slices of bread and a drink of water before I hear powering steps and small gentle steps following after. They all sat down and started eating the food. Then My uncle made me do the chores and by the end of the day, I was exhausted. This had continued for some days till it was the day before my birthday. 

             So I woke up and got into the shower and showered for 3 minutes and got my clothes on and dried all of my hair in 2 minutes.  5 in total, and that's the most time I got to shower anyways. So I did all the chores as per usual and got a bad beating, like every end of the week from my life since I was three. So that brings me to now, 11:45 P. M, and I now consider every memory I have from the past and the memories from when I was 2-3 are just fuzzy and grey with no color and seems to have missing blank places that don't make sense. I mean My uncle had only slapped me and nothing more at the time so why would there be blank spaces in my memories. but then during my school years at Hogwarts, there are blank spaces too! 

             Then I start thinking about the actual years of Hogwarts; First-year: hired a stuttering and trembling teacher and putting every student there into danger, especially the Gryffindor students, like couldn't Dumbledore say that the third-floor corridor was being renovated and tell the students what it means. Second-year: didn't the Chamber Of Secrets been open before? And WHY would you hire a Fricking man THAT ONLY KNOWS THE SPELL OBLIVIATE and knows NOTHING MORE. Come on Dumbledore, you know better than hiring him. Third-year: couldn't Dumbledore use a spell instead of having fcking dementors around the school. Forth-year: couldn't someone stand in for me and take the place? probably not, but then again I was with Hermione the whole time it had happened, of course after curfew I was with Neville and Seamus. Now Fifth-year: Dumbledore couldn't you show the Ministry your memories and get my memories to show them too. Those years were hectic and I hated all the fame that came with being the Golden-Boy, The-Boy-Who-Lived, and The-Chosen-One.

             Now that I think about it, The Dark Lord isn't that bad, and on Halloween in 1981, the Ministry had found 1 case of the killing curse on that night, from DUMBLEDORE'S wand. But Dumbledore said that the dark lord killed my parents that and that was it. When I was done thinking about all of that it was 11:58. Well, it's time to draw a cake and lit candles and pretend it's real, so as soon as the clock strikes 12 I blow and erase the fire from the candles. A minute goes by as I put the fake cake and the pencil away I get a searing pain from my back and head. I managed to get to the bed before I collapsed and passed out after holding in my screams from the pain.