A Girl Named Harry

Chapter 1

~~~~~~~~~~Harry's POV~~~~~~~~

"Wake up!" I heard Dudley shout, and a bright light filled the cupboard under the stairs. "Wake up, I new help with breakfast" Aunt petunia hissed in her naively high pitched voice "it's Duddy-Kins birthday!" she said at my baffled expression. "What ever"

I groaned and grabbed my cracked and beaten glasses of the side of the bed and got up having to duck to not hit the ceiling , even though I was incredibly short for my age. I walked out into the dimly lit hallway, my eyes adjusting from the darkness of the closet, and slowly trudged into the kitchen. "Hurry up Harriet!" My uncle barked at me, I sighed "it's Harry, not Harriet" I said for the thousandth time. "Ridiculous!" My uncle said not even looking up from the post "Improper to give a girl a boys name" "not that your much a girl, the way you act" he said finally looking up to glare disgustedly at me. I bit my lip and didn't say anything, because I knew it was pointless to argue, is just be sent to my cupboard, which was so small it was almost to small to live in.

Aunt Petunia looked at me disdainfully and shoved the pan of eggs into my hands. It was burning. I had to bite my tongue to not ,make a noise. One look from the disappointed face of Petunia made me know she had done it purposefully.

"Happy Birthday Duddy-Kins!" Petunia suddenly shrieked in my ear and Dudley stood in the door. You know what? Know that I think about it stood wasn't a good word, more like filled up the doorway, the fat on his triple chin quivering hungrily. He turned his beady dark eyes to me "What's 'she' doing here" he demanded Uncle Vernon angrily pointing his fat short finger at me. "She's just here to make breakfast" aunt petunia said soothingly , like it was a huge disaster that I had to be there. "and I live here, not that anyone notices" I mutter under my breathe "But she's on her way!" Uncle Vernon barked suddenly "She's going to get the mail.

Grateful for the excuse to leave I shoved the burning pan into Dudley's fat fist and ran out of the room. I sighed with relief once I was out of the hellhole of a kitchen and walked briskly to the mail box wondering how much time I could spend outside before it became suspicious. I walked to the mail box and the first thing I saw was a wrinkly old letter, the parchment was yellowing and there was a huge red was seal on the front, but the weirdest thing was, it was addressed to Harry Grace

Potter.