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Since the first day I could remember the Dursleys were never good people. Of course outside they were a perfect family of three, but inside there is me. I still remember that day…
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“What is that mess!? Did you even clean!?” Aunt Petunia was yelling at her 6 year old nephew Harry.
“I–i.. cleaned it A-aunt P-.. petunia… twice” Harry mumbled.
‘Smack’. The boy flew to the ground, cheek already starting to swell.
“HOW DARE YOU TO TALK BACK!! WE GAVE YOU ROOF OVER YOUR HEAD AND YOU CAN’T PROPERLY CLEAN THE HOUSE!” The woman took a deep breath. “Hmph, go clean or you won't get dinner.” Petunia turned and walked to the kitchen.
Harry stood up, dusted his pants and began cleaning. His cheek was still burning, but it didn’t hurt like it did the first two times. Harry was relieved that he got away only with a slap of course if it was his uncle that wouldn't have been so easy.
He went to the bathroom to get clean water for the floor, but when he returned he was faced with a dirty corridor which he just cleaned. There were muddy footprints all over the floor. And this was his lovely cousins doing. Harry just sighed, he couldn't have done something, and resumed his cleaning.
After one hour Harry was done cleaning the second floor when he heard a thud from his guardians bedroom. Curiosity took him over, but before he opened the door he reminded himself. “Don’t go there, you’ll get punished. This room is forbidden for me. But if they see that something dropped I’ll still get beaten…”.
The boy decided to go inside and quickly clear the signs of something dropping. Harry looked around and quickly opened the door. The room was basic: neat bed, wardrobe, nightstands and a bookshelf. It looked perfect. Harry walked inside searching for the mess. Next to the bookshelf he found a black box with all insides out.
“Hmm it must have dropped from the top shelf”.
Harry crouched down and began cleaning. There were old photos of Aunt and Uncle, but one of them caught Harry's eye. In the photo there were two girls about his age. He instantly recognised Aunt Petunia. Harry looked at the girl beside her. She had beautiful ginger hair and green eyes. Both girls smiled and looked genuinely happy. Harry looked at the photos back and saw something written.
My dear daughters, Petunia and Lily 1966.
“Wait if this is Aunt Petunia's sister, so she is my mother?”. Harry felt as if he's going to cry. “Finally.. mom finally I know how you looked like” he whispered, trying to hold himself from sobbing.
Harry was still looking at the photo when he heard the front door opening. Shoot Uncle Vernon is back.
He quickly stood up and put the book on the shelf, the photo of his aunt and mother the boy pocketed. Harry closed the bedroom door and quietly tried to return to his cupboard. But it failed.
After another yelling Harry was shoved in the cupboard and locked. He was really angry because again, he did nothing wrong.
The boy sat on his mattress and pulled out a photo. He looked at it for a long time, until the idea struck him. “Maybe they wouldn’t hate me that much if I looked like my mother?” Harry closed his eyes “I want long, ginger hair. I want to look like mom”.
The boy knew that he’s different from others, like that one time when Aunt Petunia cut his hair like a bowl it grew back over night just because he wished for it. Sometimes some sort of power would help him with chores. So now he hoped that this power would help him again. He asked for it a few more times and by the sixth he fell asleep.
Morning began like always, unlocking and banging on his door. Aunt Petunia demanded for him to make breakfast.
He sat down and found his glasses. It was 6:00 in the morning so Harry didn’t realise that his wish had come true. He opened the door and walked to the kitchen.
He didn't even say good morning when he heard shrieking. He looked at the room and saw his Aunt pale as she was looking with horror.
“Aunt Petunia??”
“D-Don’t come n-n-near me! VERNON!!”
Harry instantly understood that this morning wont be pleasant “I–I’m sorry I woke up too late… I’ll begin preparing breakfast..”
“Don’t y-you dare step another s-s-step into this room ,you!”
Harry turned wanting to get back to his cupboard, but now in front of him stood a very angry Uncle Vernon. The man grabbed him
“THAT’S IT, THIS WAS YOUR LAST ODDITY IN THIS HOUSE!! I’M SENDING YOU WHERE I SHOULD HAD SEND YOU WHEN YOU WERE PLACED ON OUR DOORSTEP!!”
He started to drag Harry to his car. Harry heard his Aunt trying to say something but his gaze went on the mirror, where he saw his image. He had long messy ginger hair like he wanted. He was happy, but also confusion and fear. “What do you mean?? WHERE YOU WANT TO SEND ME!?”
He didn’t get the answer. Harry was shoved into the car and Uncle Vernon started driving. All ride he muttered something like prayers or curses.
After a long drive they arrived at the dark old building. It looked like a school with a small wooden playground next to it. Vernon dragged him to the building and knocked on the massive door.
The door opened and there he saw a woman, maybe in her 30's, with stern eyes.
“Hello, you are Vernon Dursley? Your wife called us and said that you’ll bring us a child”
“Yes. Take him and never try to contact us” Man shoved Harry to the woman and left.
The woman sighed and looked at Harry.
“Come with me, what's your name?”
“H-Harry P-p-Potter miss..” Harry answered quietly.
“Nice to meet you, I'm Barbara. I’m the main caregiver in this orphanage, most kids call me Mrs. or Sister Barbara.”
“Wait, orphanage?!” Harry was shocked.
“Yes, why would you think Mr.Vernon said not to contact him?”
“Oh..” Harry never felt this betrayed in his life.
Mrs.Barbara looked at him with pity like she had seen it too many times. “Come on kid let’s get you checked and register in the system”
Harry nodded and followed. I wasn’t good enough for them? I didn't clean properly?! WHY? Why?
why…