Child of the Moon

As far back as Harry could remember he had lived his life with in the four walled small cupbourd under the stairs of his Aunt and Uncles house at #4 Privet Drive, Surry Whinning England. Since he was four years old he had been made too cook for the Dursley family, clean the house as well as do the gardening. Out of all the chores that Harry had to do, gardening was his favorite, he got to spend hours out side in the sunlight and the fresh air and being able to talk, actually talk. From the moment that he took one step into his Uncles house he was not allowed to utter a single sound, so it was a blessing to be able to actually talk. Of course he stuttered more often then not, his voice was soft and tentative, Harry remembered crying the first time he was able to whisper brokenly 'hello' to the robin that was nesting in the crab apple tree in the corner of his relatives yard.

As the years progressed and Harry grew older, his features had slowly shifted his already bright, almost disterbingly bright green eyes had become even brighter. His dark brown hair and turned pure ebony black. His once overly large hands and turned softer and actually shrunk into small hands with long fingers like you see on pianists. His whole body looked more delicate then strong, but Harry knew that he was strong, after all not many little boys could servive multipul blows to the head by hard objects, nor could many four year olds pull a huge lawnmower.

Harry lay under the shade of the crab apple tree, whispering softly to the robin that nested there, tomorrow was his birthday, he was turning six. Today was the first day he was allowed out of his cupbord, he had been locked up for the last week for some reason, his Uncle wouldn't tell him. Harry just knew that he had been bad.

"Boy!" His Aunt screached as she stood in the patio door way, and waved at him to come inside. Harry nodded his head and stood, before silently waving at the robin that bobed its head. Smiling slightly Harry headed to the deck. Once he stood on the solid wood he sliped out of his too big shoes and stored them in his cubby from the rain before stepping inside the imalculate and almost sterile house. He took one last look of the out side before his Aunt Petunia ushered him back into his cupbord.

Harry curled up on the thin mattress that had been cut to fit on the floor of the small room. on top of the matress was a thread bare blue blanket. He sighed as he clossed his eyes as he imagined that he was back out side and that he could still feel the warmth of the sun on what little of his skin showed through the baggy hand-me-downs from his large cousin. Harry silently hoped that tomorrow would be a good day and that maybe he would get a present, but he knew deep in his heart that that would never happen after all he was the freak, he was nothing.
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The day had been hard for Harry, he had to clean the whole house from top to bottom once more as well as weed the front lawn and re plant all of the flower boxes on the patio deck. Once he had been done, Vernon had told the quiet boy that he would be spendin the night out in the shed, for he had important quests arriving.

Harry had quickly gathered up his thin blue blanket as well as his lumpy thin pillow, he had chosen the most dry corner in the shed for his bed for the evening. But then Vernon had droped another surprise on Harry, he said he didn't want Harry even in the shed when the guests arrived so he better not be arround the house as seven o'clock rolled around.
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Harry watched as the full silver moon rise from the tree tops, from the swingset in an old abandoned park, that he had found in small woods on the larger park land at the center of the Surrey housing district. He watched quietly, awe struck by the beautiful sight of the silver orb rise slowly in the star studded sky, Harry had never gotten to see the moon rise before, this was a treat as far as he was concerned.

Getting tired of swinging on the rust coated swings, Harry lay down on the cooling grass to continue to watch the moon and stars. Harry had no idea of what time it was when he heard the low growl coming from the woods. Slowly standing up, Harry looked around but could not see anything that could be hidding within the shadows. Gulping, at the continued growling, Harry started to slowly crawl away from where he figured the sound of the agressive animal came from. Harry bit his bottom lip to keep from crying out in fear.

Harry had made it all the way towards one of the rotting out wood poles that held up the monkey bars. He was just standing up in order to pull himself up and onto the top of the monkey bars. He was just pulling himself onto the cold bars when he felt teeth biting into his left leg. Looking down, Harry was stuned to see a young medium sized dog, attacking his leg. When the pain got to be too much, Harry finally let out a low whimper. Surprisingly the dog let go and looked up at Harry letting out its own whimper, Harry slowly pulled up his legs as he found away to curl up ontop of the bars, silent tears falling down his cheek.

Closing his eyes, Harry never noticed when the dog had left. When Harry jumped awake, he was surprised to see, the sun slowly rising above the tree line. He slowly looked down at his torn and blood stained jeans as well as the open bite wound on his lower foot. Biting his lip he looked around the park, making sure the dog was gone before slowly lowering himself down off the monkey bars, and limping towards his relatives house.
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