A/N: This is my very first story, I've read a lot of drarry fanfition, and decided to give it a try. Please please please review, I would like some constructive criticism! please tell me if I should continue or not?

"Boy! Where are you? Make me some breakfast, you infantile excuse for a human."

As Harry woke, by the loud screeches of his aunt Petunia, he wondered why he couldn't have just died in his sleep. It was not like anything he did was good enough. For anyone. Ever.

As a baby, yes, he reflected the killing curse back at Voldemort didn't he? But not before that bastard had a chance to kill his parents. If he would be lucky enough that Voldie got to him first, there woulnd't have been a problem would there? Harry would get to live with his parents, and go to Horwarts knowing about wizards and magic and Voldemort. He would have been prepared.

But no, his parents died, and Harry had to go and live with his aunt and uncle and cousin. Who hated everything abnormal. Such as magic. And, by that measure, also Harry.

Then, as if his life hadn't been miserable enough yet, with an abusive family, he had to go to Hogwarts. A giant had come to tell him he was magical, because his dear auntie and uncle could not be bothered to, and then hauled him of to an unknown life with even more trouble than at Privet Drive with the Dursleys.

Learning magic was nice, sure, but how about not knowing anything about the wizarding culture? Being even more of an outcast when he came 'home' in the summer? Having to constantly watch his back at school, because there was always someone out to get him, for either his life or his autograph. And those were the minor problems, there was also a madman and his cronies on the hunt for him. Since said madman had gotten his body back recently, could hold a wand now and was suitably upset that Harry had escaped him again, Harry was in even more danger than before. Not that there hadn't been danger, oh no. First year: a mirror that shows his dead parents, taunting him that he could never have them ever again. A troll. In a bathroom. Giant chess, evil things with two heads, dying unicorns and annoying Slytherins. Then a minor snake problem and an annoying professor in year two, soul sucking sadness-monsters in third, and fourth year was something special.

No quidditch, an unwanted tournament, a Death eater professor who changes students into animals and kills spiders for fun in class. Then voldemort decided to ship him off to a cemetary, kill a schoolmate and give him nightmare material for a thousand years. Yeah, great to be a wizard.

And it seemed that even—

"Boy! Come down here this instant, Dudders needs his food before going to Scotland with the Polkiss family."

Harry sighed, and made to get out of his bed. He put on some of Dudleys old sweats and kept his nightshirt on. No need to dress nicely, it was not like anyone cared or if had any nice clothes anyway. Still lost in his thoughts he went downstairs and started making a simpe eggs and toast breakfast for 'dear Dudleykins'.

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