Harry Potter grew up abused and mistreated by Vernon Dursley. Ever since he was little(er). When Harry and Dudley get his acceptance letter, he immediately doesn't trust Dumbledore. Going to Diagon Alley is an interesting experience, because while a...
Scurrying back inside, I went to the kitchen to start making breakfast. Working away, I started to sing a song that I heard on Dudley's radio.
"I know, They've hurt you bad. Wide, the scars you have. Baby let me straighten out your broken bones. All your faults to me make you more beautiful.
I can't help it, I love the broken ones, The ones who need the most patchen up. The ones who've, Never been loved, Never been loved, Never been loved.
And oh maybe I see a part of me in them, The missing piece always trying to fit in. The shattered heart,
Hungry for a home, No your not alone, I love the broken ones~"
I stopped singing when I heard the tell tail thumps from upstairs, that told everybody that Uncle Vernon was up and coming down the stairs. Hurring to place everything on the table, I was lucky when I placed the last item on the table, just as Uncle Vernon busted into the dining room. Growling under his breath because he didn't have an excuse to beat me, he sat down at the table, and started to eat. Dudley came down immediately after he heard that Uncle was eating, and after taking a bite, he moaned quietly, and gave me a quick glance that was full of happiness, thankfulness, and one emotion I couldn't quite decipher. As soon as Dudley noticed that I noticed his staring, he turned his head away with a blush on his face.
'Weird...'
I walked back to the kitchen to do the dishes, all while trying to think of an explanation for Dudley's strange behavior.
'What was that strange emotion one his face? Why did he bloody moan when he ate the food I made? W-what that a blush on his face when he turned away?'
I was ripped from the trainwreck formally known as a train on thought, when an owl started pecking on the window. Curious as to what it was doing hear, I opened the window and it flew in, landing on my forearm.
"Hello beautiful. Sorry but I don't have anything for you to eat..."
The owl stuck it's leg out with two letters tied to it, looking at me expectantly. As carefully as possible, as to not harm the owl, I got the letters off of it's leg, and as soon at I had a firm grasp on them, the owl flew of my hand on landed on the windowsill looking at me and giving me the look of 'Come one! Whatcha waiting for? An invitation? Just open it already!'.
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(What the owl looks like)
I look down at the letters, to see who they're for . The first one was for Dudley, and the second was for... me? It has swirly green ink and, the addresses were weird...
