A six-year-old boy sat by himself in the schoolyard during recess. His name was Harry Potter, and he was wallowing in his allotment in life. He was a small, underfed boy, who did not have any friends. His relatives couldn't be considered family at all. They called him freak, abused him physically and emotionally, starved him, and made him sleep in a cupboard under the stairs.

He had thought that he would be free when started his first year of school, last month. That he would have a new chance. However, he was quickly shown how wrong he was. His cousin quickly formed a gang of trouble making kids that would beat him up and prevented anyone from playing with him. He even was punished when the first monthly report card came in, and he had done better than Dudley.

Harry sat there thinking about his first month and how alone he was, when he saw Dudley round the corner with his gang, looking for trouble. Harry, quick as he could, took off running, and was soon pursued.

He was new to the school, and didn't know all the hiding places yet. Harry made a wrong turn and soon found himself running toward a dead end. As he went to jump behind the rubbish bins, something amazing happened. His jump propelled him up and over the roof, where he landed safely atop the roof. Harry found himself in shock as he looked down and saw Dudley and his gang run off, after not finding him.

Harry sat there trying to figure out what happened. If his eyes hadn't been open when he had flown up there, he might have imagined that a gust wind had caught him. However he had seen everything. He had flown, nothing could make him try and justify that away.

Soon the bell rang, and Harry had to get down. Luckily there was a stairwell that led to the roof. However to his misfortune, a teacher saw him come out of the stairwell. A quick trip to the office, and an even quicker call to his aunt, Harry knew he was in trouble. He knew today was destined for the cupboard early. And so it was that Harry found himself in the cupboard two hours later, stuck there until morning.

Harry lay wake that night, trying to figure out what happed earlier that day. Thinking back he tried to remember what other strange occurrences had happened to him. Soon he recalled the time his hair had grown back overnight, the time his teacher's wig had turned blue, the time when had broken a dish and it came back together before Aunt Petunia saw what happened, and many other occurrences came to mind. So as Harry lay on his cot, he closed his eyes and wished. He wished with all his might that he could fly, that he wasn't just a useless freak like his relatives thought. Soon from deep inside himself, where he didn't think anything existed, a tingle came. Soon his whole body tingled, and he rose off the cot a few inches.

Harry's eyes flew open in shock, which caused him to lose concentration and fall back to his cot, breathing hard. Unknowingly tears trickled down his cheeks. He wasn't a worthless freak. He was special, he was unique, and no one could take that from him. Harry truly smiled for the first time he could remember. But it wasn't a smile of simple happiness, no; this was a smile of absolution. He wasn't the worthless sinful being that his relatives thought he was. No one would ever take this moment from him.