Don't you dare forget the moon- Harry Potter

The sky belongs to... Who?

Vernon pulled me out of the car by my hair, his sausage fingers clenched in my chin length silver locks. To passersby, they might have thought he was a father sending his difficult children away to boarding school, trying desperately to get me on a train. Onlookers would notice my adopted cousin Harry, who with his tousled raven hair and crooked glasses, was not nearly as handsome as I was with my sharp features. They may also notice the shocking colors of our eyes, Harry's a green more striking than emerald, and mine a shade of deep purple that may be mistaken for sapphire. All in all, to outsiders, we were an odd family- if you could even call us one. Because the reason Vernon has to pull me out of the car, is because he locked my seat belts as soon as I got in. He seems to think that I'll cast a spell on him if he doesn't keep me tied up 24/7. But he doesn't really have any reason to grab me by the hair, except for the fact that he loves to see me in pain. But sadly for him, I'm an expert at hiding my pain. I smiled as if all were right in the world. Just I'd hoped for, my seemed act seemed to annoy him.

"You better not try anything you freak, Dudley," he jeered. My face hardened as I glared back at him, "My name is Xasper Riddle! Not Dudley. You have no right to change my name,"

Vernon's face turned purple- almost as purple as my eyes. This was an argument we'd had all the time. Had we been at home, Vernon would have definitely pounded me with his fists, or worse, beaten me with the belt. But he doesn't dare try to abuse me in public, and definitely not in front of Harry. I smirked at my victory, but wasn't feeling as victorious when I caught Harry's eye. Sometimes, I feel more sorry for Harry than I do for myself. It doesn't make any sense, Harry was never abused by Petunia or Vernon-that was saved only for me- the worst thing that happened to him was getting locked in a cupboard. He doesn't even know what I go through. He does think Vernon's a bit rough with me, but he doesn't know the full extent of it. Still, Harry is really bothered about our name argument. He's realized that the only way to keep us both satisfied is to address me as Dudley in front of Vernon, and call me Xasper when he isn't around. It must be painful to be stuck in a middle of an argument. But I wouldn't understand because my whole life, I've always been on one side of the other of an argument. I've always had to fight, whether I wanted to, or not. (Though most of the time, I did want to) But now, the 11 years of abuse I've survived have finally paid off. I'm going to hogwarts, school of magic, where I can finally be who I am.

I contemplated all this while walking towards the platform. I was shaken from my thoughts when Vernon stopped right in between platform 9 and 10.

"Well, there you are. Platform nine -- platform ten. Your platform should be somewhere in the middle, but they don't seem to have built it yet, do they?"

I realized that he was right, after checking the ticket that Hagrid had given us a month ago. The platform we were supposed to board wasn't here. Before he left, Vernon bent down to whisper in my ear, "Make sure you hide those bruises well, boy. Or else..." he sneered. I spun around to face him.

"You can't threaten me. I'm going to hogwarts. They'll keep me safe from you," Vernon's eyes glinted with amusement.

"Do you know who brought you to our house in the first place," he asked, his voice mocking. My forehead wrinkled with confusion as I shook my head.

"The headmaster of Hogwarts," Vernon left, at that cryptic message, and left us alone midst the crowd, with two large trunks and a caged owl. I laughed, hollowly. When an owl is let out of its cage for the first time, do they also feel this empty when they realize the sky doesn't belong to them?

War out!