8 years old
Harry
I've started to lose my nerve with my teachers. Cussing them out anytime I possibly could.
But I really wanted to learn what the three headed dog on my arm meant. Ursa wasn't always around to protect me from my Shithead uncle. When she was away she was usually out hunting for food. For both herself and I.
I was only given enough food to survive. Which wasn't alot. Thanks only bread, water and the scraps of whatever the Shithead wanted to give me. Dudley and Aunt P snuck me food when ever they could. But that wasn't enough so Ursa did stayed away during the day hunting and filling her own stomach bringing back what she had extra of. I had to learn to eat raw. If I cooked it I would get whipped again and Ursa would be sold to the zoo.
Aunt P told me her plan to take me and Dudley away from this shit house when I turned eleven if not sooner. Only three more years if I don't kill him first that is.
Ursa returned from her hurt as she normally did at sunset with fish in her maw for me. Dropping the fish on my blanket that when she looked up at me. She jumped away from me. Why—why would she do that?! Turning on the lamp near me I looked in the cracked mirror  to see my eyes were different. They were blood red and they blended perfectly into neon blue eyes.
What the hell was with my eyes. I didn't have my glasses on and I could see perfectly fine as if I could. Like that was normal. But that wasn't fucking normal!
Aunt P must know.
"I'll ask her tomorrow" I muttered through a full mouth of fish before thanking Ursa and falling asleep beside each other.