Princess Harry Potter?

Child Innocence

In Little Whinging, there is one small street where all the houses appeared to be identical. The truth is much more sinister than that. One of these houses has never been the same as the others and never will be. This house held many secrets, some that no one would even imagine to be truly real. Most people never realize that every house bares a sense of life. Most homes only bare that feeling when the residents are home but not this house. This house couldn't even be considered a home. It was easy for others to tell which house wasn't like the others, but many chose to ignore their instincts and play it off as something else.

The people who do call it home are a family of three. They try to appear normal to the world but obviously aren't. The so called man of the house is a very obese man with permanent frown lines from his uncontrollable anger issues. His wife is tall and thin. She is obviously very self-conscious of herself as she obviously tries too hard to hide her natural looks. Their son mainly took after his father in the looks department. He was almost as rotund as his father.

They claimed they were a perfectly normal family. The man worked at a drill company and was paid very well, though he seemed to always complain that he wasn't being paid enough. The woman went out of her way to gossip with the neighbors. She also would meet up with other wives from families that were of the same social standing to gossip as well. The boy was what many would consider a bully. He had many around him who both feared him and looked up to him. He was also very spoiled.

There was one more resident of that household, but he never called it home. He was the woman's nephew. Though he was never wanted. The family always claimed they willingly took him in, but they didn't. They also claimed he was a troublemaker, a thug just like his parents, but he wasn't; though I can't speak for his parents as I never knew them. He was an absolute angel. He rarely ever said a bad word about anyone. He was small and thin from ill treatment unlike his aunt. He was only a child, yet he carried the most weight in that house . He cooked, he cleaned, he tended to the yard, and he even did the shopping. Even though he was forced to work so much, he was able to be happy. He learned ways to make the work fun, just like the characters in the movies.

Most days he had the house to himself. His uncle would be at work. His aunt would most likely be at someone else's house. While his cousin would be out playing at a friends house or at the park. So, he was left alone at the house with a list of chores that for anyone else would be impossible, but every day when the family returned, he would have already finished the list. What his relatives didn't know was that his method of finishing the chores was nowhere near normal.

He'd start his day waking up at the crack of dawn so he could start on his relatives breakfast. Though when he cooked, he cooked enough to feed five people. His uncle's and cousin's portions were twice the amount you would normally eat. After his relatives ate, he would clean the dishes and eat what scraps might be leftover. He was only allowed to eat the scraps, although there would barely be any. As he would have to deal with school 190 out of the 365 days in the year he only worked on most of his chores during the weekends or during breaks. His workload also depended on the seasons. In the winters, hed have to shovel the snow. In the spring he would have to start preparing the garden. During the autumn he would have to rake the leaves.

A normal day for him during the summer would start after his relatives left. He would sing songs he's heard from the television. It help to set the pace. When he'd start to sing, the house would almost literally come to life. The radio would start to play whatever song he started to sing, even though it wasn't playing through any of the local stations. The windows would open themselves, letting the fresh air in. The animals always listened closely for the sound of the small child's singing. They all loved the small child; they even helped him. If you asked him, he would reply back, questioning the fact that the animals didn't help you.