Arianna Potter sat up and immediately bumped her head on the ceiling. "Crap" she swore. "Get up here girl!" Her uncle bellowed. She meekly scurried up the stairs to her uncle and stared at her bare feet. She slowly raised her head to meet her Uncle Vernon's eyes and received a blow to her head that made her fall on the hard floorboards. "Do you think that you can just wake up the whole house whenever you like, FREAK?" He said this with such force that her Aunt Petunia came out of her bedroom and said to Vernon, "what's wrong dear?" Her husband just continued glaring at Arianna.

Petunia spotted Arianna sprawled out on the floor and narrowed her eyes to slits. "Oh, I see. Does the freak need another beating?" Arianna widened her eyes comically large and shook her head frantically as she said, "No! Please, I'll do anything!" But her relatives were already dragging her to the dark kitchen for the third time that month.

The next morning, Arianna woke up with pains in all of her bones. Seems like they were more thorough than usual, she thought morosely. Although the last thing she wanted to do was to get up, she knew that if she didn't clean and make breakfast she would receive worse treatment than the last night.

As she was cooking bacon on the stove, her cousin Dudley came bounding heavily down the stairs and smacked her butt. She jumped out of surprise and nearly burnt herself. She despised Dudley. I mean what kind of idiots name their son that horrible name? Obviously Vernon would. "What's cooking, freak?" He smirked at her with his yellow teeth.

Arianna knew that Dudley had somewhat of a crush on her and used the word 'freak' as a term of endearment. He would probably be her only admirer. Who else would like her? She had waist length jet black hair and sea green eyes. There were bruises and scars all over her body as a result of living 10 years with the Dursleys.

"You got somethin' to say to me today, freak?" He raised his thick eyebrows expectantly at her. She would've laughed at the ridiculous expression on Dudley's face if his mother hadn't entered the kitchen at that moment. "Yes, don't you have something to Duddykins on this beautiful day?" "Happy Birthday Duddykins" Arianna muttered under her breath. "What was that, girl?!" Petunia raised her voice at her. "Happy Birthday Dudley!" She said clearly and continued with her bacon.

The rest of the day went on as usual, she would visit the old cat lady across the street and steal money and food from her, go home and be locked in her cupboard until breakfast, when she might manage to slip a piece of bread in her mouth and hope and hope that on Monday there would be no 'freakish accidents' as her aunt called them.