Harrys Birthday

For young Harry, today was a happy day.

Usually, this specific day of the year was one of the saddest and most painful ones, but it was something special this year.

Yes, today was his ninth birthday, and for the first time since he could remember his first birthday without his relatives in the house.

In ordinary families, there is no way that a family member would be left alone on their birthday, especially when the family member is only eight years old. Even then, the child would be upset that nobody was here for him but not Harry. He was delighted that his aunt, uncle, and cousin were not present.

The only reason they even bothered to tell him when his birthday was was that they could celebrate this day with an extraordinary amount of beatings.

Yeah, beatings. Little Harry is one of the many unfortunate enough children to live in a house with abusive relatives.

Since the day Harry could remember, he is related to everything terrible happening in the family or even outside factors that he couldn't even fathom influencing were his fault, like the changing weather. Harry could only remember the daily beatings he got for ruining his uncle Vernon's day at work or that his uncle got wet from the rain on the way home. Or his aunt's beatings when Harry got better grades than her precious little Dudleykins. Or beatings from his cousin when he tries to make friends. Even the people he tries to make friends with end with beatings, so he doesn't try any more on that front.

When Harry asked his aunt one day why they hated him so much that they would break his bones before sleeping every day, she answered that they couldn't stand him.

The only reason he was here was that they couldn't give him away, they tried, but he would come back every time.

He knew what she meant since he ran away countless times from his so-called family, but some old man with a long white beard would appear and bring him back every single time.

Everyone he told of his treatment was at first shocked, but the next day they would again ignore him, and the beatings of his relatives on that day would be more severe.

Harry guessed it had something to do with that old man, and for that, he hated him.

The old man always seems so cheerful when he successfully brings him back, and every time the last thing he does is point some weird stick in Harry's face and, with a wave and a word that sounds like "obliviate," leaves. Nothing happened.

Harry just thought it was some weird goodbye by some odd old person that is too involved in his life for his tastes, and Harry didn't know why.

It's like he wanted Harry to be abused, but that can't be, is it?

Harry's parents are another mood point for him. His aunt once told him that his parents had twins but didn't care enough to bother with two kids since the other twin was the chosen one, whatever that meant.

But since he was just a cast-off and would hinder the growth of that chosen one, he was given to them.

Aunt Petunia swears that his parents looked so happy when they gave Harry to them while still looking lovingly at their other child, meaning Harry's twin, who Aunt Petunia said had brown eyes and red hair.

At the start, Harry didn't want to believe her and thought she was lying, but after years without a visit from his parents, he started to accept them.

Even then, he hopes his family one day will come and brings him with them when they see how he is treated here.

Who could blame him for such a dream?

Now back to his birthday. It was a very happy day for him.

The Dursleys were not home for the last five days and even forgot to lock the cupboard where little Harry sleeps.

Usually, when they go on a vacation, they lock Harry into the cupboard under the stairs of their house so that he can't destroy anything with his freakiness. It was hard for him since there was nothing to drink or eat there. Whenever the Dursleys came home from their vacation, they unlocked the cupboard and looked sadly at Harry.

Yeah, sadly that he still breathes. It's the same look when they break his bones one day, and the next day there were mysteriously healed again.

Harry thinks that is why they call him only by the names of freak or boy.

He didn't even know his name until he entered his first class and only knew it when he didn't get called out at the start when the attendance was checked.

It was a hard day for him when he got asked what his name was, and he answered with freak. The whole class laughed at him.

Not knowing why everybody was laughing at him, Harry started to cry, making the laughter only louder. Only the teacher looked worryingly at him, but he didn't do anything in the end to stop the laughter.

Over the next hour, he got called out by his teacher and called the Dursleys about his name. The only one not in attendance was someone called Harry Peverell, but the Dursleys swore that he was entered as Harry Potter. After some official papers were requested, it was clear that his official name was Harry James Peverell, born on July 31, 1980, to James Potter and Lily Potter (née Evans).

It was discovered that he got cast out of the Potter family when he was two years old and got the surname of one of his ancestors.

Why it was the Peverell family, nobody knew. They also told him he was the only member of the Peverell family. So no family even on that front.

Finally, he confirmed the stories of his hated relatives that his real family didn't want him. It was sad, but in the end, what could he do? He has to live with the fact that he isn't wanted.

Now since his so-called "Family," the Dursleys, were on vacation, he started to cook his meal. He knew they would be angry at him again when they found out that he used their hard-earned food from them. Hopefully, they wouldn't notice it, but Harry was sure they would, but he was so happy today that he didn't care. As he hummed while cooking, he thought that cooking was the only good thing Harry had and ironical the only thing he thanked the Dursleys about.

He has to cook every day for them and can see that it gets more challenging for them to find something to blame him for every day, but in the end, it doesn't matter how good it is.

He receives a beating, but at least not for his cooking. It's one of the only things Harry is proud of.

He is happy while cooking. The only chore Harry likes to do. The other ones are usually boring or too strenuous for his small malnourished body.

Since even when he cooks, he only gets the waste, and most of the time, it is little to nothing since his fat cousin and uncle won't let anything be left over.

As he finished cooking, he put everything on a plate, brought it to the dish, and started eating.

After eating, he started to sing Happy Birthday to himself and at last began to leak some tears, when he looked around and found nobody else was there for him. He wanted somebody to be there, to congratulate him on his birthday, to hug him when he felt sad, and care for him, but nothing. Nobody would care for a little good-for-nothing freak with no future. Even his parents gave him away, so why would anybody else care?

With his head on the table, harry couldn't see the black hole forming over the table.

One small note came out of this hole that flew slowly onto the table.

.........…...

You could see two giant entities conversing somewhere in a pure black space. One of them was pure black. Even though the whole area was shrouded in black, you could easily see that 'thing' without any problems. The black of this entity stood out even in this space that is surrounded by the same black.

The other entity was pure pink.

Both entities could be seen floating in this space.

Strangely both could be seen staring into a display that stood in front of them. The display shows a small child singing to himself with some tears gathering in the small child's eyes.

"Are you sure you want to do that? I know he is your so-called master in this weird game you created hundreds of years ago, but is it worth losing all your will for something like this?" The pink one asked the black form with concern in her voice.

"You also watched his life, didn't you? I know there are many with a similar or sadder fate than him, but look into his future, Manipulated until the last second of his life, drugged and bend to the will of some weird old man. Even when he finally found the family, he longed for. It was only created through love and loyalty potions that influenced him. Even if he isn't my master and it was just a game I came up with, I want to help somebody only once in my long life. I lived for long enough that I don't want to anymore. In the first place, we shouldn't have gained a will at all. It was just with some coincidence we gained one." answered the black form in some deep unidentifiable voice.

"In the end, it's your decision, so I can't say anything about it. By the way, I checked for you about the thing you asked me about, the perfect partner for your little 'master' is *****. Yeah, don't look at me like that. I checked over a hundred times with the same results; I didn't want to believe it myself, but it's a fact. Just let her raise him and see where it ends. You just have to say you would help her regain her loved dimensional gap, and she would help willingly. In the end, your little master could help her if she still wants to when he is an adult."

"Well, that's certainly a surprise, but let's start with a small note to little Harry here to start with his new destiny. Even better is that today is his birthday so a little present like that shouldn't be bad. It should also be his first gift since that fateful night in 1981".

After deciding to go through with his plan, the black entity threw a small note with some sentences written on it through a small black hole.

One second later, seeing

the note landing on the kitchen Table of his little Master, the black entity said with excitement in his voice.

"Then let's begin to form the new life of my little master, and let's make sure he will live it happily."