It's raining. In one of the many, perfectly manicured gardens, there is a small figure sitting on the grass. He has black, messy hair that sticks to his forehead, round glasses and a scar in the shape of a lightning bolt. Harry Potter. The boy is staring furiously at his feet, his nails pressed into the mud beneath him. He is breathing heavily. He slowly raises his head up to the house, hidden behind a curtain of rain. An argument. That was the reason he stormed out of the house this time. It happened quite often that Harry escaped to the garden, especially when it was raining, so they wouldn't follow him.
A large figure opens the back door. It's his cousin, Dudley.
His fat body shakes with laughter when he sees Harry.
"It seems that harry sleeps outside tonight, Mom!" he shouts. From the living room sounds laughter and he slams the door shut. Harry furiously beats his fist on the ground, the mud splashing up.
A strong food smell penetrates his nose and he feels his stomach rumble. He sighs and lets himself fall back into the grass. The rain pours down his face. He rubs his stomach and closes his eyes. Everything is black now. He forgets about world around him, his anger fading.
He opens his eyes, sitting up. It's completely dark now. The house is all dark, everyone is sleeping. It's still raining and he is covered in mud. He sloshes to the back door. He tries to open it, but it's locked.
He stares bewildered at the door. They are really letting him sleep outside?
He boils with anger again and slams his fist against the wall. A scream escapes from his throat and he groans in pain. His muscles relax again and a tear mixes with the rain drops on his face.
Suddenly, a strong gust of wind hits him against the wall. He gasps. The wind also hits the back door, which rattles hard in its hinges. He runs shocked towards the door, afraid that the door is torn away.
But door isn't broken. The glass is gone, but there are no shards. Bewildered and with open mouth, Harry steps through the opening in the door.
Mud and water are dripping on the floor, but there are no other sounds in the dark kitchen.
Harry looks at the backdoor again, but the glass is back.
