Not Quite What It Seems

Chapter 1

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In a neighborhood in Little Whining, were all the houses look all alike. It is a quiet and peaceful neighborhood, but in one particular house of Private Drive 4. There is a little boy of the age six. That is cooking dinner for his relatives. This little boy's name is one Harry James Potter.” I’m hungry moooooom" said an overweight kid the same age, know as Dudley Dursley. “ Hurry up freak, my Dudslykins wants his food" said a woman that looks a lot skinnier than her child, know as Petunia Dursley nèe Evans. “Yes aunt Petunia” said Harry. “well hurry up boy or else you will get a punishment" said the a man that looks like Dudley but older, know as Vernon Dursley. “yes uncle Vernon" said  Harry.

Then Dudley came up to the small boy and pushed him. Causing poor Harry to break a glass cup on the counter. “HAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAH….stupid freak..AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH" he said. Aunt Petunia hit Harry with a rolling pin “You stupid freak you broke my good cup". While she still kept hitting the smaller boy Vernon came up and took him by the arm and yelled  at Harry “BOY, YOU STUPID BOY IM GOING TO TEACH YOU A LESSON  FOR THAT". The obsessed man  beaten  him until he was bloody and than through him into the cupboard. Vernon’s face was a ugly shade of purple and red. He slammed the door shut and said “No food for a week". Then he walked away. Now our little Harry was used to this type of treatment. He thought it was normal for all homes to treat there kids like this when he was younger. But when he turned three years old he found out that his relatives were abusing him.

He did not consider them family. They were just people that let him stay there. Harry was quite smart for his age. He understood what the upper grades were talking about. When his 'relatives' through him out of the house he would go to the public library and read all sorts of books. From math, fantasy, Greek mythology, roman mythology, historical,  ELA, careers, cooking and baking, languages, and a lot more. Even books about law. He has learned a lot from those books. He wants to get far away from his 'relatives'.

Harry was rather quiet for a kid his age and listened to the teachers. While others didn’t. He was a good student and top of his class. One of his favorite teacher was Mrs. Smith.  She was short with long blond hair that goes to her back. Her eyes are as blue as the ocean with some green around her Iris.  Mrs. Smith was one of the only people that cared about him besides Mrs. Johnston, the librarian at the local library.  But a particular day everyone was done with their school work and the recess bell went off. Everyone took off except Harry who helped her pickup the work from a few minutes ago. “here you go Mrs. Smith “ harry said in soft low voice.  “Thank you Harry" said Mrs. Smith.  Harry nodded his unruly head of hair and went off to the schools library to read. Mrs. Clinton the schools librarian greeted Harry as he walked in. Used to seeing him all the time. “hello Mrs. Clinton” he said oh so softly and slowly. She smiled at harry. She had brown hair,  light hazel eyes, and her stature was average for her age at a good 5’5” tall. She watched the green eyed boy that were like really bright emeralds and curly dark black hair that really brought out his eyes. She rather liked Harry, his love for books and calm behavior was quite enjoyable. When it was time for class to start Mrs. Smith was  worried because she didn’t know were Harry was. When she got a sub to watch over her class. She went to the library and asked “Do you know were Harry is?”. Mrs. Clinton just smiled and said “ yes I did Amelia,  his over there read ‘The Ancient Mythology of the Greek Goddess: Goddess Athena’ he seems to really enjoy it" she said to the frantic teacher. To say Mrs. Smith was surprised.  She would think that he would that type of book. Mrs. Clinton smiled warmly at the teacher and said in a found voice “he has already finished all the Hamilton books. He reads all the time. Doesn’t what book he’ll read it". Mrs. Smith was so shocked that her jaw dropped. She never have thought Harry had a love for reading like this. She knew that Harry enjoyed reading but not to this extent. The librarian laughed softly at the shell shocked teacher.
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Hey everyone, I am back with a different story.  I know, I know, I still have my other story😅. I have writer’s block for that one😔. And I thought of this one, soooooo I am doing it. I hope you like it!😁