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Harry never thought that someone would look at him the same way his aunt looked at her son Dudley. He told himself he didn't need it. Didn’t need someone to hold his hand in the night, to treat his wounds and to whisper sweet words in his ear before sleep took him over. Over to a side where it should have been better, more warm. But it was as cold as his reality. Even in his dreams his uncle was haunting him, always ready to scold him, ready to take even the most tiniest happiness Harry was trying to keep.
To sum up his life, everything he did was wrong. The way he cut the flowers in his aunts garden was wrong, the way he cleaned the dishes and cooked the breakfast was wrong. The way he walked and slept was wrong. His very existence itself was so terribly wrong that his uncle needed to punish him for it every second he had time for it. Uncle Vernon had told Harry that he was lucky that Vernon even gave Harry so much time of is very life to punish him. Yeah, how nice of him to try to make Harry less terrible. Maybe on e day, if enough blood went out of Harry, harry would finally be a human worthy of love.
At least that is what his family told him. But Harry knew that he wouldn’t change, not because he didn’t want to, he tried several times himself. He just couldn’t.
He was born a freak and he would die as one.
His uncle never grew tired to remind him of that fact. Under his way too big clothes Harry got from his cousin, he had more scars than a human should have. Some of them were from his uncle, some he had put there himself.
Now he was 11, still a useless piece of trash.
Actually it shouldn’t have surprised him that he found out he was a wizard. Now, there was the proof, he was a Freak. He was so terribly different from his family. A Freak, a Freak, a Freak!
No wonder his uncle had beat him half to death, probably wishing he would finally die.
No wonder his aunt had malnourished him to the point where he was so tiny, people thought he was around 7.
Here he was now, Harry Potter, a wizard in a world he understood less than the one he had lived in for 11 years.
An everyone knew his name…