Prologue
In a perfectly normal town, there was a perfectly normal house and in that house was a perfectly normal family, the Dursley's. Petunia Dursley's nee Evens was a saint of a woman with perhaps less than average Intelligence and looks. She was an amazing cook and had a beautiful manicure garden. Vernon Dursley was a hard working man with a good head on his shoulders and worked for every ounce of happiness he owned, never taking the easy way out. Dudley Dursley's ah precious Dudley, a sweet child with a healthy appetite and a respectful manner. Already taking charge of his life at the young age of 6. They were the perfect family, one that everyone was envious of and aspired to be. Everyone would tell you so….. Well, almost everyone.
In the cupboard under the stairs at number 4 Privet drive lived a little boy. The boy had no name, at least not one he knew. Seeing as he has only been referred to as Boy or Freak. He was smart enough to know that it wasn't his name. He had heard on one of Dudleys cartoons that calling someone Freak was mean and it was called bullying. So he knew that the Dursley's were just being mean to him. He knew that when he was getting punished it was wrong. After all he had never seen Dudley get punished like him. No when he was in trouble he never got hit or his food was never taken away. The boy had asked his aunt Petunia only once why they hit him. It was the worst beating he had ever got in his short life. He knew he would never ask about anything again after that.
So no the boy would not tell you about how good Petunia’s cooking was because he had never seen her cook. He would not praise her on the beautiful garden, because the warm feeling in his stomach and his snake friends made the garden beautiful. He wouldn't tell you that Vernon was a hard working man because he had never seen the man work hard on anything other than hurting him. He wouldn't tell you that Dudley was well mannered because he had only ever seen him throw tantrums and get everything he wanted. He would tell you that Petunia was a horse of a woman, that was good for nothing but gossip. He would tell you that Vernon was a spiteful, vicious, whale of a man that was dumber than rocks. He would tell you that Dudley was a spoiled brat without an ounce of intelligence and that he was the size of a baby elephant.
Unfortunately no one wanted to hear anything from a freak troublemaker like him. So he said nothing, pretended to be nothing. He sat quietly in his cupboard with broken toys and a ratty blanket. Not making any noise and pretending to not exist….. Not really, he wanted more. He wanted to have food. He wanted to be praised for his skills, he wanted to be safe. He wanted…. Well he wanted to have a family, to be loved. To be taking care of and treasured like Dudley was. Why did he not have these things? Was he not good enough? Was he too demanding? Was he not worth it? He didn't know, but he would do almost anything for someone to just tell him what he was doing wrong. He didn't know why he could make light without a match. He didn't know why he could float things to him. He didn't know why the snakes listened when he talked. He didn't know why nobody loved him.
Soon things would change for this boy, soon he would have everything he wanted and more. Soon people would love him and he would make everything who hurt him regret ever doing so.