*Mentions of child neglect *
*7 years later*
Privet Drive was a suburban street in Little Whinging, which is located in the county of Surrey, near London in the southeast of England. Outside one Number 4 Privet Drive is none other than 7-year-old Harry Potter. He was sent outside by his aunt to weed the garden with no protection other than an old and beat-up sun hat. He pulls out another weed as sweat drips down his face and his glasses start to slide down. He pushes his glasses up with a dirt-covered hand and pulls out the last of the weeds. He wipes his forehead and picks up the weeds and disposes of them in the outside trashcan. Next, he picks up the watering can and pours the water over the beautiful flowers that are growing.
Even though I keep the flowers looking like this Aunt Petunia takes all the credit. He thinks to himself bitterly. He finishes watering the flowers and is able to go inside.
"I finished the garden, Aunt Petunia." Petunia was a thin, blonde-haired woman with "nearly twice the usual amount of neck".
"Good now go wash your hands and begin dinner. Vernon will be home from work soon so don't burn anything." He doesn't say a word and follows the instructions given. He pulls over the step stool that they begrudgingly got him and silently works as the front door opens. He can hear Vernon enter so he begins to plate the food. Vernon enters the kitchen as Harry places the plates on the table and Dudley is heard stomping down the stairs. He backs away from the table as the family begins to eat.
"Boy Tuney tells me that you have completed your chores for the day. You can have what is leftover and a cup of water then go straight to your cupboard after doing the dishes."
"Yes Uncle Vernon." Harry quietly plates the little bit of leftovers and fills a cup of water. He eats his meal in silence and then begins the dishes as the Dursleys move to the living room to watch TV. He finishes the dishes and hurries into his cupboard so he doesn't upset Uncle Vernon.He spends the rest of his evening reading one of the books he had from the library. When his eyelids begin to droop he marks his page, takes his glasses off and turns off the light.
That night harry dreams of a big black dog and a blurry figure that he calls Uncle Moony.In the dream toddler Harry is running through a big field beside a house with the black dog chasing him. The dog gently tackles him to the ground and licks his face as giggles fill the air. That night Harry sleeps with a smile on his face
*Next Morning*
Harry wakes up to Petunia yelling at him to wake up and make breakfast. She hovers over him as he makes breakfast, she usually doesn't hover but today is Dudley's 8th birthday. Harry follows her instructions and makes all of Dudley's favorite things. Once it's all done Petunia goes and wakes up her precious little Diddykins. Harry sets up the table and moves back by the stove as Dudley comes running in and sees all the presents on the table.
"Tuney dear it seems that we will have to take the boy with us into London today. The sitter has managed to break her leg. I'll make sure he is on his best behavior."
Harry trembles slightly as Vernon turns towards him.
"Listen here boy you are going to be joining us on Dudley's special day so I expect you to be on your best behavior or else," Vernon says with a look that promises pain.
"Yes Uncle Vernon."
The family of three plus Harry all get into the car and the drive to London begins.Harry makes himself as small as he can behind the family as they shove through the crowds in London. He mumbles apologies as he follows behind the family. They shove pass a tall man with short red hair, black glasses and black clothes. He freezes slightly as he hears the man hiss something at the family. He turns his head to the man and the man feels someone staring at him. he turns his head and notices a child about the age of 7 staring up at him. The child had unruly black, emerald colored eyes, and he took note of how skinny the child was. Harry quickly breaks eye contact and rushes after the Dursleys as they head to the park. The man narrows his eyes slightly as his eyes follow after the clearly underweight child. He continues his journey to the bookshop focused on having a chat on how to save that child.
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The Ineffable Son
FantasyOn the night of October 31,1981 a baby was left on a doorstep at number 4 Privet Drive in Little Whinging.He was wrapped tightly in a baby blue blanket that had a fading heating charm on it. This is the story of Hadrain "Harry" James Potter. *All ch...