3 years later...
"Up you lazy boy! It's already 8 am! Why is there no breakfast on the table!?" Aunt Petunia shrieked.
"Coming Aunt Petunia.." A small voice answered.
Emerging from the cupboard under the stairs, a small, scrawny, boy came out of the door and scrambled to the door entering the kitchen to rush and make breakfast for the family.
If one was to glance at the boy, he or she might think that the boy is no older than 5 years of age.
But that is not true. Harry Potter is at the young age of 7.
He has dark black hair,almond shaped green eyes, and a lightning bolt shape scar on his forehead.
"I want you to make toast, bacon and eggs. However, if you burn it, I'm making sure you are not getting any meals for the day. Understand?" His aunt asked.
"Yes Aunt Petunia..." Harry whispered.
"I'm sorry? I can't hear you." Petunia growled.
"Yes Aunt Petunia." Harry said, more firmly.
"Good. Now get to work!"
The boy immediately ran of to the stove to start making breakfast.
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The Forgotten One
FanfictionHarry Potter, the brother to the Boy-Who-Lived, has been neglected by his parents in favor of his brother, Michael Potter, by all the fame and fortune the older received. Will there be light in the darkness for the younger? Disclaimer! : I don't ow...
