In Grey Harry Potter

|𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐|

𝒥𝓊𝓁𝓎 31,1984

Harry Potter was not like most 4-year-olds. Sure he is a child in the wizarding world but no 4-year-old should spend their birthday alone watching from the shadows of the grand hall as others circle around the dining table and sing " Happy Birthday" to their younger brother who coincidentally Harry shared the same birthday with. "Just my luck," thought Harry. Harry desperately wanted himself to be under the grand chandelier, with a marvelous birthday cake in front of him. He wanted to hear the song sung to him, he wanted to feel the comfort of his mother and father standing tall and proud next to him. But he wasn't under the chandelier, there was no birthday cake in front of him, no song was being sung to him, and his mother and father rarely remembered him.  When his brother Hadrian blew out his candles time stopped. Harry's big green eyes stared in shock as his parents clapped, hugged, and kissed Hadrian all with big smiles on their faces. The look on his mother's face while hugging Hadrian was filled with love and warmth a look Harry never received. He turned his face to see his father. James Potter standing tall and proud next to his 3-year-old son with a smile so huge it lighted up the whole room a smile never directed towards Harry.

Harry couldn't watch anymore he felt as if his heart was being pierced a thousand times by a knife. The image he was now witnessing was another harsh reminder he received every day "they don't love you"

He ran from his hiding spot towards his room as fast as his little feet could carry him, tears threatening to spill any minute. As he was climbing the stairs he could still hear the laughter and clapping coming from the grand hall. The echoes of the clapping were tormenting him, the laughter mocking him at how pathetic he was. As soon as he opened the door to his room Harry collapsed in his bed.

" Why couldn't his parents notice him for once?"

" Why isn't that whenever Hadrian turns a year older he gets presents, a party, and love?"

" Why did You-Know-Who mark 3-month-old Hadrian and not 1-year-old Harry? "

"Why?"

Harry cried for hours but as usual, nobody came. Nobody gave him the love he desperately craved. Nobody cared that a 4-year-old was so sad on a day where he should be smiling and laughing. When at last his eyes were red and sore he got out of bed and sat next to his window. Looking at the dark night sky was something Harry loved to do. He always felt so calm and was always able to put his thoughts and feelings into place. But at that moment looking straight at the moon, Harry didn't feel the calmness he would usually feel. Harry felt something. A feeling, a powerful one. A feeling no 4-year-old should feel.

HATE.

Not the fake hate you say when joking to your friends no he felt REAL HATE running through his whole body. At that moment Harry lost the kind, loving spark, his eyes always used to carry. Instead, his beautiful green eyes turned hard, cold, and dark.

He HATED his parents.

He HATED his brother.

He HATED his life.

But mostly he HATED himself because he was just Harry and nobody cared.
On July 31, 1984, Harry realized his parents were never going to love him like they loved Hadrian. His parents were never going to teach him anything. His parents just forgot him. From now on Harry was alone.

As the years passed Harry worked harder than anyone wanting to prove just how valuable Harry James Potter could possibly be. Yes, at times it hurt that his parents walked past the library and not noticed him, it hurt they never tucked him in at night, never asked him what he was up to, or at least say goodnight. But Harry was no quitter and every time it hurt he would tell himself "You are strong. You are a survivor. You are Powerful" and with these three phrases Harry kept going.

When he mastered wandless magic nobody knew. When his Hogwarts acceptance letter arrived nobody noticed how excited Harry was to leave behind the nightmare he called life. On September 1, 1991, nobody noticed the raven-haired, green-eyed boy leave to catch the Hogwarts Express. When he was sorted into Slytherin no congratulations letter came. But through this Harry reminded himself that this was not the end no this was only the beginning. Pain will always come whether you like it or not and you can either fall down to the ground or rise from it. Harry Potter chose to rise. 

At age 15 however he finally received a letter from his parents requesting his presence at Potter Manor for the first time in 4 years, he was going back to where it all began.

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𝔸𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕤 ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕖:
𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙸𝙽 𝙶𝚁𝙴𝚈. 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚛. 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚝. 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜.
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