The Dursley family
The sun shone in little whinging over many almost identical houses. The families who live here on Privet Drive are normal, as normal as a family can get, but one family, number 4 Privet Drive bears a scandalous secret.
"Boy! Come out from your cupboard and make us some food!" Vernon Dursley's booming voice echoed through the house.
The door to the cupboard opened and out came a boy too small to be ten years old and clearly malnourished. He had black quite long hair laying over his shoulders perfectly, something Petunia Dursley has tried for years to get rid of since he couldn't look more handsome than Dudley, the boy's cousin. But somehow the boy's hair seemed to grow back every time. He also had high cheekbones and very little baby fat in his face. His eyes were a shining green colour you just couldn't take your eyes off but he wore clothes way too big for his small body and had a belt wound three times around his stomach to get the clothes up.
"What are you waiting for boy! Make your uncle's breakfast now he needs to get to his job!" Petunia yelled at the boy. The "or else" was left unsaid but Harry understood nevertheless. He gulped and ran fast to the kitchen to get started on the breakfast.
Harry fought really hard with making bacon and scrambled eggs. His uncle expected nothing but perfect. When he finally was done he lifted the pan and went to the dining table to serve the family their breakfast. When he reached uncle Vernon he trembled greatly and as laid a portion of scrambled eggs on his plate, Dudley who sat beside his father kicked Harry on his shins and Harry fell, accidentally pushing scrambled eggs into his uncle's face. Vermin’s face became unnaturally red as he took a step towards Harry.
”You little freak, how dare you push eggs in my face. Now I’m going to be late to work, you’re going to pay for this you ungrateful little brat!”
Harry tried to stand still while awaiting his punishment one… two… thr- pang his uncle’s belt hit him on his back. Pang pang pang three quick strikes on his face. This was nothing unusual but then:
”Come with me boy, I don’t want your cousin to see this!” He grabbed a part of Harry’s hair and dragged him up to the second floor.
”Strip all your clothes” he ordered. Harry trembled slightly and hurried to obey. Then Uncle Vernon tiff the hard end of the belt and continued to hit him all over his body until there was blood everywhere on his body and he was left in a heap on the floor. Then he was carried downstairs and carelessly shoved into his cupboard.
“Stay in there for a week and no food boy!” He shrieked and Harry heard the padlock being locked on the door.
Harry lay there silently crying for a few hours until everyone had left. He knew it would only get worse if he cried out loud, he would get yelled at for being an ungrateful freak who doesn’t deserve anything. Maybe they’re right, he thought maybe I am an ungrateful freak. But then he thought of that man in his dreams, the man he’d never seen but heard so often. Telling him his worth more than they are and that what they are doing is wrong. He was sure nobody was home now so he took a deep breath and concentrated on that padlock being unlocked, like the man had told him to, and suddenly it fell to the floor with a thud and the door opened. He peeked outside to be sure nobody was home before he got out. He searched for some bandages when he found an odd letter on the doormat. It was addressed to Mr. H. Potter, the cupboard under the stairs, 4. Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey. He eyed the letter suspiciously, he’d never gotten a letter before and wondered if it was one of Dudley’s pranks. He took the letter nevertheless and went back to his cupboard where he opened it,
Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry
Headmaster, Albus dumbledore
Order of Merlin, first class, grand sorc., chf. Warlock, supreme Mugwump, international conf. of wizards.
Dear Mr. Potter
We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 september. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy headmistress
He studied it a long time before deciding it couldn’t be one of Dudley’s letters since he was at school and Petunia had left the house after him. So he decided to do the thing he thought was right. He ran away. Away from the Dursleys. Away from Privet Drive. Away from Little Whinging. He ran as long as he could until he came to London where he collapsed out of tiredness.