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Harry Potter was a perfectly normal boy. At least, if you forgot the fact he had bad, no, atrocious eye sight, was very small and skinny for his age, and his relatives considered him a freak. But aside from all that, he was perfectly normal. Everyone he met, in particular the neighbours (as he didn't get out much except for school), thought he was supposed to look that way, that it was genetics. In reality, it really, really wasn’t. But no-one knew. The Dursleys always wanted to seem normal and Harry didn’t have any friends. His closest friend was probably Mrs. Figg who he stayed with whenever the Dursleys went away. But even she didn’t notice, as she only ever noticed her cats. He still savoured those moments with her, if only because he was away from the Dursleys for a bit. When, for the first time in his life, he got a letter addressed to him, he was hoping that someone had finally noticed, that someone was going to take him away from his aunt and uncle. If only he knew.