THE VOICES IN MY HEAD (rewrite)

THE BOY WHO LIVED... IN THE CELLAR

     On November 1st 1981, a young boy by the name of Harry Potter was left on the doorstep of one Petunia Dursley nee Evans, her husband Vernon Dursley, and her son Dudley Dursley. Harry slept on this doorstep until he was rudely awoken by the scream of Mrs. Dursley. This is when Harry's first oddity became known, as in his crankiness hid hair turned yellow-orange and his eyes shone deep indigo.

     Mrs. Dursley, you should know, was not very fond of the odd. She in fact, some could say (herself included), hated it with a passion, just as she hated her odd sister. And so when she learned that the odd... thing, on her doorstep was her hated sisters spawn, her first idea was to throw it away. However reading further into the letter a myriad of emotions overtook her, causing her to change her mind. Firstly her sister was dead which brought grief and joy -an odd combination- secondly she had been killed by an evil wizard (this brought fear), thirdly the thing on her doorstep had supposedly defeated this evil wizard that killed her sister, which brought more fear, and finally -to top it all off- Dumbledore (the old coot) would be watching to make sure she took in the thing.

     She grabbed the child, not caring to be gentle, and marched inside dumping the thing on the table. "VERNON! GET DOWN HERE RIGHT THIS INSTANT!" her shrill voice screeched up the stairs. She could hear the floorboard creak as her overweight husband began to move towards her. She knew it would take him a moment so she allowed herself to get lost into her thoughts whilst staring at her nephew on the table. His hair was black again, yet his eyes were a striking yellow (no longer shining, thankfully.) She sneered in disgust at the thing as her husband finally joined her in the kitchen. "what is i-" he started but quickly stopped once he spotted the abomination on their kitchen table. "what is that, pet?" "My sisters gone off and got herself killed. This is our nephew, whom she was so irresponsible as to leave an orphan." She haughtily explained, nose turned up at the child before her. "So its from that freak? then we should just get rid of it." Vernon said slowly, his brow furrowing as he processed. "We can't" She stated simply, handing him the letter to read through. Once he finished reading Vernon spoke. "So some crackpot freak is going to threaten us?! well, we'll take his precious 'savior' in, but he wont be doing any saving when we're done with him. We beat all that freakishness out of him I say." Vernon's face started to turn a shade of plum from his anger.

     At that moment Dudley woke up and Harry got thrown in a cupboard where he was quickly forgotten. As he grew up Harry was malnourished and abused. He would often be dragged out of his cupboard and beaten before being thrown back in. It was one such occasion when he was 3 that he found it. He had just gotten a beating for making his fingernails shorter (not with clippers though), and his uncle had thrown him back into the cupboard hard enough for him to hit the backwall. A small  click was heard, and a hidden panel on the backwall opened up. It was super small, but he was smaller. He opened the door the rest of the way and found a small chamber that held a steep spiral staircase without a guard rail. Curiosity  got the better of him, and he began to wander down the stairs as his hair turned blue. When he got to the bottom, he couldn't see as it was dark, however after 5 minutes he was able to see just fine (though he didn't know why). there were a bunch of boxes all full, an old pull-out couch and a rug. Inside the boxes were clothes, board games, medical supplies, and even some canned food and other miscellaneous items. He was a bit confused as to why some of these items wouldn't be in other places where they probably belonged, but let it go.

     His hunger immediately made itself known, so he grabbed a can. He didn't quite know how to get it open, but he knew that if he stared at it long enough it would open by itself. He knew because it happened before, even if he got a beating right after.. When the can opened he gleefully drank the sweet syrup inside and scarfed down the fruit. Satisfied that his stomach was now full, he turned his attention to the treasure trove of boxes again. The medical supplies from earlier, specifically a medical kit caught his eye. He picked it up and studied it. He remembered seeing his aunt use it on Dudley to make his ouchies go away. At that moment he wished he had someone to take care of him, and make his ouchies go away, like his aunt did for Dudley.