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At first when you think about family you think about building one, marry someone and bring some bundles of joy into this world, and yet here you are still don’t know what family is.
It’s definitely not the one you build, it’s the one that you were born into, sometimes of course it can become someone who is not your blood, your friends for instance, but all in all your family was, is and will be the one you were born into, they can tell you off or you can even “hate” them sometimes or even betray their trust but they were, are and will be on your side when you’re against the world.
They will always protect you, save you from yourself.
Unfortunately for some people who search for another family it doesn’t end well for some it’s totally awesome and great but then you have someone who don’t want to have anyone except their family who is above all.
And of course we have those who lost their family and even don’t have any chance to know them but little did they know that they were protected somehow.
And that’s how one year old Harry was still alive after Lord Voldemort pointed a wand and said Avada Kedavra he was alive and Lord wasn’t. What was left of him was a small part in a scar of the boy who will be so popular but would he want it?
It was July 31st. Harry is 11 years old now. His only dream to have a proper birthday party but instead he has to cook and clean and do whatever they need. His «so called family» wasn’t so happy when they found him on their porch on the cold night of November 1st.
Petunia got a letter from someone her son slept in a crib in the next room. Her husband Vernon was surprised to see his wife in the kitchen with a hand on her mouth, when he asked her what happened she said that her sister died, and that’s why he was so surprised because he never knew his wife had a sister what they didn’t know that the boy who lived was on their porch.
They heard a knock, they were scared it was almost 3 am who was in their right mind to come at this hour. When they opened the door, they saw nobody and then they heard a noice that little Harry made.
Of course Petunia knew than now her secret was out and maybe her husband would never be able to forgive her and would think that she was freak and he would definitely leave her.
But for Vernon who was never valued by anyone but her made her a promise that nobody would learn this secret, nobody.
And they did. They made sure that Harry Potter was miserable and hurt.
So they never celebrated his birthday, Never gave him a hug and sometimes even beat him so he would loose his consciousness and then close him for a week or two in the cupboard.
Unfortunately for petunia and Vernon Dursley and of course their luck they would be soon the reason of everyone’s talk.
It began in the morning of August 1st. Harry was bringing mails for his uncle to read and he saw a very strange envelope with beautiful handwriting which said:
“ Mr. H. Potter
The Cupboard under the stairs
4 Privet Drive
Little Whinging, Surrey”
His uncle was so preoccupied that didn’t notice that his “Freak” nephew was holding something in his hands, but his son wasn’t and he decided to take it away. Of course it caused a lot of trouble for him in spite of being so skinny and smaller than his cousin Harry was somehow holding to this letter really strong.
However his aunt and uncle weren’t ready for him to win and they beat him again and closed him in his cupboard. And for the letter they were scared because they knew that somehow their secret was going to be out soon.
And of course the next day after Petunia saw off her husband to work, she saw a myriad of letters on their porch but it wasn’t the only one problem there were the same amount of owls. Nobody ever saw an owl during the day. And so all neighbours of Dursleys were looking at their house suspiciously.
“Petunia what are we going to do?” Hissed Vernon
“I don’t know” -hissed his wife back.
She saw her husband off and came back to the kitchen, she released her nephew from the cupboard and told him to clean her perfectly cleaned kitchen and allowed him to eat the leftovers.
Harry thought about the letter, and he wanted to get it, he didn’t know how because his cupboard was closed and not just the usual way but also with a big padlock. He was lying on his cot and dreamed about being free from the Dursley and soon his wish would come true.