At the early age of three harry James Potter, knew he was different from his Aunt and Uncle. Harry remembered his mum, she had long dark red hair; so soft. His Mum had bright emerald green eyes much like his own, to remember his Father was more difficult. Harry knew his father was a very tall man with really dark hair, long skinny fingers, and a really smooth silky voice, but that was all he could remember.

"Harry, get up. I need you in the kitchen before Vernon comes down." Aunt Petunia whispered softly to the drowsy three years old.

"Ok Ant Per, I'm up." Harry replied sleepily. "Can you tell me about my Mum and Da, and why I'm here and not there with them?"

"Well, Harry your Mum and Da, were best friends since early childhood, they loved each other so much they had you. Your Mum and Da attended the same primary school you will attend in a couple years. They…"

"Petunia! What are you doing? Filling that idiots head with nonsense, you Boy, your parents were good for nothing freaks. They were so bad that a good person risked their life to end your parents, they were stupid people who got themselves killed in a car wreck your Da caused by being a lazy drunk." Vernon interrupted Petunia and finished telling Harry a sad tall tale.

"My Mumm and Daaa werree…" Harry started to say before crying too much to continue.

"Boy cubby, no food, no water, no lights. I'll finish with you after breakfast." Vernon yelled and spit at Harry.