It was a dark, stormy night in the Dursley household. The two fat asses were sound asleep, along with the woman who spoils them. However, in the closet under the stairs, there lay a boy with a lightning bolt scar awake and scared. Old bruises and scars litter his body. The glasses he wears have cracked lenses. He fears for the morning.

In the morning light, this poor scared boy is taken from the safety of his closet-room, and is beaten bloody. He is a slave to these people. He cooks and cleans for them. He is their stress-relief. This boy rarely eats.

He is then thrown back into his safe place. Blood matting his black-brown hair. Tears brimming his forest green eyes. Fresh bruises and cuts litter his frail, pale body.

And now he weaps.

This is Harry Potter, and this is the pain that he endures at the Dursley's. It is also one of Harry's many secrets.

And his story is just beginning...