Disclaimer : I do not own Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter and all rights go to her.

Most kids cultivated their imagination using story books, travelling to other worlds to feed their imagination. Most kids played make believe or dress up to experience another life where anything was possible. But Harry James Potter knew that he wasn't like most kids.

Because most kids didn't spend their days cleaning or doing chores. Most kids didn't work until their legs felt like jelly or their hands were raw and blistered from scrubbing the floor. Most kids didn't sleep in a cupboard. Harry could spend his entire life lamenting his sorrows and screaming all the injustice at the world, but that wouldn't get him anywhere. So Harry buckled up and tried to find out what exactly made him so different from most kids.

The first difference, he found, was his family or his relatives. Just from appearance they already looked different. Petunia was thin with a long neck while both Vernon and Dudley were unhealthily obese. But that wasn't all. From the garden, Harry saw how other families cared for one another, loved and cherished each other. He saw that while they occasionally had squabbles and fights, they were always there for one another. While everything, excluding the latter, maybe true for Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and Dudley, it just wasn't true for Harry. Harry wasn't loved or cared for, Aunt Petunia had said many times how he was forced upon them and how they took him in from the kindness of their hearts.

But Harry knew that those were just excuses. Stupid excuses they made to justify how they treated him. There was a couple down the street that had adopted a little girl. They treated her like she was biologically theirs so Harry couldn't see why his own family treated him so differently. After all, similar circumstances should bring about similar results, right? But then again one main difference in their situations was that her family actually wanted her though. Maybe it was because of his-

Footsteps echoed above him, loud and angry. Dust rained down above him, coating his hair and falling on his mattress while the spiders scuttled around looking for a hiding place. His cupboard door was wrenched open and he saw Aunt Petunia's angry face staring down at him.

" Are you waiting for an invitation? Where is breakfast? Is this how you repay us for giving you a roof over your head? Can't even do one simple thing, can you boy? You always were exactly like my no good, useless sister. Now get to work you ungrateful brat." She screamed at him, before slamming the door loudly in her fit of anger.

So Harry got to work, with that one thought echoing in his mind like a gong. Maybe, just maybe it was because of his parents.

His aunt called him a freak. But she called his Mother a freak too. Maybe it was hereditary? Like the thing that his teachers told him at school when they were explaining why they had to be nice to Sammy. The thing about the extra "chromo-soomes". But Harry had a gut feeling that "chromo-soomes" weren't exactly his problem.

His aunt hated his Mother. She hated her more than she hated the gossiping neighbourhood ladies, even though she was one as well. His aunt called his Mother a freak, a useless, no-good bimbo who got herself blown up in a car crash along with her drunk yard of a husband. But sometimes, he would hear his aunt whisper underneath her breath just before she smacked him senseless or called Uncle Vernon on him.

" You're just like she aren't you? Just like pretty, perfect Lily. You're looking down on me, aren't you? Just like her when she left me." Aunt Petunia would whisper, eyes vacant as she traveled down the memory lane.

" You're wrong. You're not perfect. You're a freak. You always will be a freak." Eyes that were once vacant are now simmering with hatred and jealousy. Her hand snapped back and slapped him. Hard. Harry's eyes were full of tears, but he refused to let them fall, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of seeing him cry anymore. She slapped him one more time before yelling for Uncle Vernon to come down and teach him a lesson. He wasn't allowed to eat anything for the next 3 days after that episode.

So it couldn't be about the "chromo-soomes", his aunt was jealous because she thought that Lily was perfect. She wouldn't be perfect if she had the extra "chromo-soomes" so it couldn't be about that.

Lost in his thoughts, Harry didn't notice Dudley and his gang whispering excitedly around the corner. He didn't notice them at all as they prepared their plan to hunt him down and beat him up, a game they would call Harry Hunting.

Authors Note :

First chapter is done! Sorry, it's so short I got excited and wrote at 3 am and fell back asleep. It's a stupid excuse but I'll take your advice and try to write longer chapters:)