Chapter 1
Harry was quiet, shy and always kind boy even though he is always abused by his relatives. They were very abusive to Harry like beating, starving and most of the times make him do all the chores even if he got sick. His parents died on a car crash accident when he was a year old babe. He doesn’t have any friends for his whale like cousin always chase them away. They were the same age with his cousin but he was rather small than any other six-year-old boys.
“Hahaha! He’s reading again that silly book!” pointing his fat finger towards to the small boy who was reading his favorite book in the park who wants at least a quiet place.
“What’s wrong freak? You want a prince? You’re not even a princess, you’re a freak and freaks like you don’t deserve a prince.” Sticking his tongue out and pushed Harry to the ground then run while laughing.
He clutches his favorite book towards his chest, it was the only thing that his parents left before they passed away from an accident. He wants to cry, but he knows it wouldn’t do something to help him in his miserable situation. He loves his book because it was somehow similar to him. She was forced to cook and clean for her relatives just like him, and she loves animals just like him, he made friends with some little snakes at his aunt’s garden, and some black birds that sometimes give him some trinkets which he carefully keeps from them. But his favorite character in that book was the fairy godmother, and he wanted to know if he had a fairy godmother like her that would bring him happiness. He mustn’t be good enough to have a fairy godmother, but he had hope, he just needs to be patient.
His aunt was always going outside to go to the top of the hill from their town. The house that resides there was huge and beautiful and he once heard his aunt that the people who lived there are very rich, he did not quite understand what rich is. What’s odd about that house every time he looks at it someone is calling to him, maybe if he goes there he would find his fairy godmother? ‘Oh that would be wonderful!’ he thought dreamily.
One night, his uncle told his aunt to take Harry with her somewhere out of the house for a day because he will have guests tomorrow, and he would not let the boy ruin his good reputation.
“I can’t do that. I’ll be going to the Riddle Manor tomorrow and have fun with my bestie.” His aunt glaring at little Harry
“Well, I can’t let that freak stay here in the house either! He would bring me bad luck and I can’t risk it because some great dealers will be here and I heard that some of them are somehow connected to the Riddles.” Smiling at her
“Imagine this, if I make a good impression to that person then maybe he would recommend my company to Mr. Riddle and then it would make us rich!” in his excited voice.
“Oh! If that happens then I can buy whatever expensive things I want! That’s brilliant!” she squeaks happily, and Vernon just nodded.
“That means I can have anything I want?” Dudley asked his father excitedly and thinking what he should buy.
“Yes, son! Anything you want I will give it to you! We won’t live poorly like these people around here. We’ll become even greater than them and maybe our richness will be equal with the Riddles.” He couldn’t wait for that to happen.
“And you freak” looking at Harry coldly “you’re nothing but a poor old orphan” sneers at him while his aunt looks down at him in disgust, and his cousin stick out his tongue to him.
When the morning came, his aunt awakened him from his deep sleep and told him to wash himself thoroughly so she wouldn’t be embarrassed when they go to the Riddle.
“Hurry up boy! Make sure you wear long sleeves and make sure you wouldn’t do something that would ruin our image. You hear me?” While pulling Harry to the bathroom
“Yes aunt Petunia!” he was shoved to the bathroom and stumbled to the ground.
“Hurry up now and stop loitering around!” then slams the door.
After Harry takes a bath for the first time in a month and wears an old clothes but still new looking one. His aunt gave him leftover food, which he was gladly eaten it for his relatives don’t feed him daily. Then, they went to the Riddle manor riding a car he seat at the back with Dudley. Harry trying his best to keep his excitement with him He wanted to know if he could finally find his fairy godmother there, he must be a good person, otherwise the fairy godmother might not like him.
“Mum do I have to come with you? Can’t I just stay in my room?” Dudley was fidgeting uncomfortably in his seat.
“You have to!” she scolded him “and besides, aren’t you and little Tom are like a best friend even though he’s two years older than you.”
“But I don’t like him!” looks about to cry “whenever Tom and I are alone he always tor-“ he didn’t continue for his mother yells at him.
“Enough with this nonsense!” glared at him “You and him must be good friends! I’m trying my best here to make friends with rich and powerful people here, you should follow my lead!” and with that he shuts his mouth.
The moment they entered through the gate, Harry was surprised by the house's large and beautiful appearance. He notices some beautiful flowers that were scattered around the field, it smelled nice even though the windows of the car are closed. They get off the car and went to the main door. His aunt just entered the house without knocking at the door which was very rude thing to do then he notices a tall good looking man that was wearing an all-black nice suit who raised his eyebrow at his aunt’s action.
“Where’s my bestie? I came today to talk about you know some rich stuff.” in her high pitched voice that Harry winced.
The tall man just nods and walks away telling them to follow him even though he didn’t say anything. Harry gazed around the house there were many beautiful things and all the things here looks expensive as his aunt would say. When they face a big door the tall man opened the door and there was it. He saw the big garden that usually only in the books you can see. He awed at the sight of it can’t help himself he let a soft gasps, he feels like he’s in the right place, he feels like home he never had. The tall man just continues his walk not caring if the guests were following him or not. He saw a garden shelter at the center of the field and notice that three people were sitting in there.
The tall man went there first to tell them that they have visitors, and his aunt walked fast, so she could catch up with him. His cousin was complaining that why he should be here in the first place, he didn’t understood why his cousin was afraid to this ‘Tom wasn’t?’ well, he doesn’t care as long as they wouldn’t hurt him here. His aunt paused for a moment to look at them, and then she glared and told them to stand up straight. It’s a good thing that his hair is quite long and can hide his small face if he bowed his head down.
“Hello, Merope!” In her fake friendly greetings voice which Harry suspects that they aren’t real friends.
“Yes Petunia?” he notices that the woman’s voice was very lovely and if she sings a lullaby to him, Harry might sleep well without nightmares.
He glances at the three people through his hair, and his eyes went wide. They are the most beautiful people he has ever seen! He asked himself if they are angels, so beautiful and elegant and he can’t help himself but stare at them without any regrets. He felt insecure and remembered that his cousin told him that he was the ugliest person in the world.
“I want to talk about this new and very expensive bag design! While we’re talking why don’t our two sons play?”
He saw the older man who was sitting at the center, he was handsome like a Greek god he saw from a book. On his right side, he saw a boy who was like a carbon copy of the older man. ‘This must be Tom’ he thought. His aunt pushed Dudley towards Tom and he squeaks and Harry almost laughs at his reaction.
“You there boy! Don’t do something that will embarrassed me or you’ll be starving for a month!” She said in a whisper voice and grabs his arm painfully.
“Yes, Aunt Petunia.”
“This other boy here is my… nephew” she felt disgusted saying the last word, then pushed Harry forward.
He raised his head because it was improper to introduce yourself without looking them in the eye. It was some books he once read at the library in their school and taking note of that.
“Hello, my name’s Harry Potter” then he tried his best to show his smile to make a good impression.
He got nervous of all suddenly for their eyes were all on him, maybe he shouldn’t smile so that it wouldn’t make him look uglier? After a while, Tom got out of his chair and walks towards Harry then grab his hand without any words and dragging him away from the garden shelter and Dudley following them like a scared puppy. He was thinking that maybe Tom was planning to bully him with his cousin. Tom held him tightly, it was difficult to escape then suddenly Tom let go of his hands and he doesn’t know where they are but he knew that they were still in the garden, but far from the mansion.
“How are you lovely?” ‘LOVELY? Who’s lovely? It’s not Dudley, right? Or maybe him? But that’s impossible!’ his mind swirling around and have a difficult time answering Tom’s question.
“Lovely? More like ugly and don’t talk to him Tom his a freak!” he’s right, he’s not that lovely. Maybe this is his method to torment him (well, it’s kinda weird though).
Tom backhanded Dudley who stumbled on the ground and told him to shut his mouth and look at Harry as if nothing happened and smiled in a loving way.
“Don’t listen to him lovely, instead listen to me” he felt suddenly wants to run away but seeing Tom beat Dudley in one hand, his feet couldn’t move at all.
“I’m doing fine?” doesn’t want to be beaten up like Dudley. No wonder why his cousin is afraid of Tom, there was something off with him and he’s extremely strong though he's not big like his cousin.
“It’s alright lovely, don’t be afraid I won’t hurt you.” He suddenly takes his hand and kissed it, his eyes went wide, and took his hand away from him. His face suddenly burn from embarrassment and didn’t see Tom’s reaction. He looks at him and frown at what he sees in his eyes, he expect disgust just like his relatives but it held with gentleness and lovingly (he felt special at that moment), no one has ever look at him that way. Maybe he wasn’t’ bad at all?