Not many people knew about the small girl that lived in the cupboard under the stairs. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon liked it that way.
Harriet Euphemia Potter had incredibly messy hair and bright green eyes. The only thing she liked about her appe...
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It had been almost ten years since the Dursleys found small Harriet on their doorstep and almost eleven years since the Potters died. Harriet was now ten years old and had just finished fifth grade.
It was a hot summer day when she woke up in her cupboard. In about a month she would be turning eleven. Any other kid her age would probably be very excited for their birthday, but Harriet wasn't. To her Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia it was just a regular day, Harriet doubted whether they even knew when her birthday was. It didn't matter anyway, it's not like they treated her better on Christmas either. To them she was just a freak, a waste of space, as Uncle Vernon liked to call her. Harriet wasn't even worth enough for them to give her a room, but she figured that was too much to ask for.
She was ten years old and yet she knew how to cook, clean and do everything and anything the Dursleys asked her to because apparently that was all she was good for. Harriet had become a morning person after years of being woken up at 6:30am sharp. She didn't want to receive any punishments so early in the morning so she left the safety of her cupboard and went to the kitchen only to find that it was empty. One glance at the clock and she found out that she had waken up at 6:03am. She had about half an hour to cook breakfast for her Uncle before he went to work.
Harriet looked at the calendar and saw todays date circled in red. Dudley's birthday was today and she knew that he would be getting at least a dozen presents and they'd probably even go somewhere with his friends while she stood in her cupboard and dreamed about a better life. Harriet wondered if they had bothered to circle her birthday as well so she flipped the paper to July only to find that July 31st was not circled in red like Dudley's birthday was. She sighted and began making breakfast as quickly as she could. When her Aunt and Uncle arrived in the kitchen, they looked really mad and she hoped that she hadn't done anything wrong without meaning to.
She could hear them talking while she was cooking and she began to wonder whether it was rude to eavesdrop, but then decides she didn't really have anything better to do.
"Bad news, Vernon. Mrs. Figg's broken her leg, she can't take her." Aunt Petunia was a thin blonde woman with a long neck and a horrible fetish for perfection. The first rule to living with the Dursley's was 'Don't ask questions!' and Harriet had learned that when she asked her Aunt how she got the little lightning scar on her forehead. Her parents had died in a car accident when she was only a baby and her Aunt and Uncle didn't have any pictures of there anywhere so she had no idea what they looked like.
One thing she knew was that one of them probably had very messy hair because Harriet's hair seemed to get worse and worse the longer it got. Aunt Petunia once tried to cut it and it had grown overnight, Harriet didn't get any food for a week after that.
"What do you mean? We can't possibly leave her alone, who knows what the freak will do to our home!" Uncle Vernon was a fat old man with no neck visible and his son Dudley looked just like him, he was also the biggest brat ever.
