3 Harry Potter

4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging

"Get Up!" Aunt Petunia screeched. Harry woke up with a jolt as she thumped on the cupboard door.

Get up! Now!

Harry sat up, suddenly wide awake. He dressed as quickly as he could and quickly got out of his cupboard. His cupboard? Sure it was dark and had spidey's. But it was his? Wasn't it? No one else went in. So he liked to think it was his.

As he walked towards the kitchen. Harry groaned as his ribs still hurt from yesterday's 'Harry Hunting' by Dudley and his gang. Summer only had begun. It's gonna be a long one...

He saw his aunt put a frying pan on the stove. He walked over to the stove and started frying the bacon.

"Don't you dare let it burn" his aunt snarled at him. Harry took over as his aunt gave him a dark look.

"Do something about your hair boy!" Aunt Petunia snapped as she left the kitchen.

Harry knew it was going to be a long day. His birthdays were never exactly fun. He looked to the table to see if the Dursley's left him any 'presents'. Last year he did get a piece of tissue paper. Hopefully he will get a better present this time around right?....right?

He liked to dream about how his life would have been if his parents never got into that car accident. Not that he knew them. After all he couldn't even remember his parents. Did they look like him?

Harry hoped they did not look like the Dursley's. Uncle Vernon was not exacltly pretty looking. His mom might look like Aunt Petunia, they are sisters after all. Maybe his dad looked like him? Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon never actually spoke about them. He knew better than to ask them.

He wished someone would take him away from the Dursley's. Maybe his dad had a brother?What if his Uncle came today? Its his 7th Birthday afterall. He had a funny feeling that it is important somehow.

As Harry was dreaming about how his life could have been. He never noticed the burnt bacon or the danger he was in. After all, it was a fabulous dream .

So lost in his dream, Harry never noticed the arrival of an angry Aunt Petunia or her heavy blow to his head with the soapy frying pan.

Everything went dark for our little Harry.