It was a dark and Stormy night. The wind howled in the trees. But it did drown out the yelling coming form a small house, in a small neighborhood. The yelling got louder and then their was dull thump. A small child laded on the floor of the den, clutching his hand to his chick. His uncle punch him for not finishing his chores. And for having better grade then his coucent.Why he ask himself ? why did his family hate him so? Why do they treat him like dirt? Why do they hurt him when he gets good grades? Why???? It was the same questions he asked himself every day. For the child's name was harry potter. He lives with his Aunt Petunia and her family. From the time he could walk, he was put to work. He is called name everyday he has lived with them. And everyday he asks why, but never to there faces. Now he is back in his dark cupboard under the stairs. The thunder boomed and the lightning flashed. As harry layed on his dingy bed, he asked why? Why did his parents leave him? Why didn't he die with then? Why did he live with people that did not love him? Why was his life so bad? Harry started to fall asleep with question of why in his head. It will not be until he gets his letter, that most of his questions will be answered. But it will generate more questions on why him? But that will come later.

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