A letter???
Saying freaks day had not gone as planned is an understatement of the highest degree.
First and foremost, his name is not actually Freak, his name is Harry.
Secondly, apparently he's magical, and there's a whole world of magic users he could have belonged with.
Don't get him wrong, it was a horrible hassle to get that letter. They had thrown it out, and he had been curious, because the only thing that ever got his aunt so worked up was Freak.
So Freak planned, he waited until he was sure everyone was out, hearing the thundering snores of his uncle and cousin Dudley.
That emaciated little boy controlled his 'Freakishness' and unlocked his cupboard, sneaking out to the kitchen on rabbit light feet.
He dug through the rubbish until he found a letter made out to "Harry Potter, the Cupboard Under the Stairs".
Freak had no clue who 'Harry Potter' was, but he knew the cupboard, he knew the cupboard well.
Frea- Harry, falls down a rabbit hole of what-ifs and why-nots. Despite giving up on his curiosity, Harry now feels curious, and he feels hope.
Hope is a dangerous thing.
But how can he not hope with this new possibility thrust in front of him?
How can he not dream of Constant warmth and safety?
It's the chance to have what he thought would always be dangled in front of him, just inches beyond his reach.
Maybe this was all a horrible, cruel, elaborate prank, but he wanted to take the chance.
Freak was tired, he ached past his very bones, he wanted to have a try at being Harry instead.
Harry has a goal, and he'll do whatever it takes to accomplish it.