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The life inside a cupboard is surprisingly boring, don’t get me wrong it CAN be really entertaining if u just use your imagination, but eventually you’ll run out of ideas.
At least that’s what Harry Potter think’s, the 5 year old boy who’s living in said cupboard.
He was waking up from his half dream state to the sound of aunt Petunia knocking harshly on the door, whispering loudly at him ( so that she wouldn’t wake up her precious Duddy kins) to get up and prepare breakfast.
As he was cocking, he thought back to the weird dream he had, it was the same he had dreamed many times before, but he just couldn’t understand it. In the dream there was a bunch of green light , and the sound of a woman screaming “Not Hyperion, anything but him!!”. Which was weird since he doesn’t know anyone named Hyperion, but what was weirder was that it felt familiar, like he was there when it happened. But obviously that’s impossible.
His thoughts got interrupted by Aunt Petunia screaming at him to hurry up cause “My little Duddy kin’s is hungry!!”, though the “little” was debatable.
So he hurried up with the bacon, and then put it on the table, where after he was immediately shoved into the cupboard again.
He really hated it, why did he have to cook all the food but only get the fewest of scraps. He sometimes get the sudden urge to do something he know he shouldn’t, especially after a hard beating.
But ” No Stop It!!”, a voice in he’s head is telling him’” You Can’t Think That Way”. He likes to think that voice is he’s common sense, and tries to ignore the fact that it seems to be getting smaller every day. But he can’t fault it, he would to lose he’s voice living like this( again he ignores the fact that he already has).
He’s inner thoughts once again got interrupted by aunt Petunia violently knocking on his door, this time telling him to go to school “ right this instant”. He knew better then to ignore her, so he hurriedly made he’s way out of the cupboard, trying to get out of range of uncle Vernon( who was screaming at him for “being to slow”), failing, and getting hit in the back of his head on the way out the door.
Now came the difficult part, he had to somehow get away from Dudley, who was very into his new game called “Harry hunting”. AND get to school on time, a hard task that he had failed at multiple times.
“FREAK!” Dudley shouted at him as he was running past him,”Get back here!!” He heard as he was running down the street, Harry wasn’t planning on taking any chances, and therefore wasn’t slowing down. He could distantly hear Dudley getting joined by his friends, also very into “Harry hunting”, and they were all shouting insults at him trying to get him to slow down.
As he was just barely approaching school, and he could see it down the street, he tripped over a hand sized rock laying in the middle of the road. And as he was falling he heard a loud snap, he recognised that sound and he dreaded the outcome.
Sometimes when a large amount of raw panic ruched through he’s body weird things would happen, things that never ended good. Things like now, where he once again ended up on the rooftop of the school, without knowing how he got there. He could distantly hear Dudley and his gang shouting in confusion, before eventually giving up and running into the school building just making it on time.
Unlike him who once again had to carefully make his way down the building, trying not to fall down, even though he knew he probably wouldn’t get hurt.
As he finally made his way into the classroom, 10 minutes late. He could clearly see the teachers disappointment, as she started scolding him for being late, again. Of course she also had to call his relatives after school.
He started doing his schoolwork, which was actually ridiculously easy. But since he wasn’t allowed to get better grades then Dudley, he had to play dumb, though dumb was a big understatement since his cousin is much dumber than dumb.
When school was finally over( although all he had done all day was running away from Dudley and co during the breaks, and playing super dumb during class), he was finally allowed to leave. Which meant once again running away from Dudley, but this time he wasn’t as lucky. As he ran out the doors, he ran straight into Dudley and his gang, and they started dragging him to the back of the school, where there were no teachers.And there was nothing he could do about it, since they were older and much stronger.
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