Who he truly is

Chapter I 💚

3rd Person
Date:24 . 07. 1996
(A week before Harry birthday)

Harry awoke from the sweet voice of his aunt to"Wake up ."and a small knock. Harry slowly got up from his "bed" and felt a sharp pain go through him ,he ignored it .He let hegwig  out for her morning hunt . He quickly went to the bathroom for a quick wash and his other needs.

He provided to go downstairs to cook for Aunt Petunia ( who would rather cook herself ) ,his cousin Dudley and the fat bleached out whale( Know as Vernon Dursley ) . He took out eggs,bacon and toast for any easy breakfast. The again the sharp pain went through him as he continued breakfast. One piece of toast ,two pieces of bacon and a sunny side up egg for Petunia . Two toast , and  two eggs for Dudley , as he was on a diet,. For the whale he got four pieces of toast , three bacon and two hard boiled eggs . He set the table with the whales black coffee Petunias normal tea and Dudley orange juice. He made sure the cutlery was all the same way due to fat version of a zombie was left handed.

Petunia walked into the kitchen and sat the table at her spot an quickly shot a smile at Harry . Then Dudley followed gave Harry a quick hug and mumbled " Thanks Harry" as he walked to the table. The whole house shook as Vernon rolled out bed and stomp down the stairs ." There's no more need for you boy go do your chores." Vernon yelled at Harry as he enter the kitchen.

Harry quickly left the kitchen and cleaned up most of the house and was taking a much needed break as the sharp pains kept going through him like a wave. Then suddenly the cockroach yelled " We're leaving boy the house should be done by the time we get back and you should be in your room !".
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Harry has just finished his chores and was lying in his room which was not really his as there were no decorations , a barely working light and dry pleasing pieces of paint . Ron hasn't sent an owl het and was wondering why but 'Mione was acceptable due to her muggle parents not liking owls that much. Another wave of pain hit him as Hedwig flew in as her slowly fell over from the pain luckily he was on the small and broken crib he calls a bed .

Have a nice morning  afternoon or evening wherever you are in the world hope your safe and happy . Author-Chan out ❤️ ( love yourself).