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Harry had always known he was different. He knew this because he could do things. Things that other people couldn’t. Things that his aunt and uncle surely would want to… beat out of him. It started out with very simple things, sometimes he’d heal his bruises instantly, his hair would grow overnight when his aunt decided to cut it off to ‘teach him a lesson’, he never thought much of it, his abilities had been with him since he could remember. It was something warm that spread throughout his veins, it protected him.
He knew from a very early age that he was unwanted. Maybe it was because of the ‘freakish’ things he was accused of by his aunt and uncle. The catalyst that changed his life happened when he was 8 years old. His uncle had decided that it was his fault that the tv was malfunctioning, uncle Vernon had grabbed him from where he was tending to the flowers and pushed him towards the house. That night, he felt true terror. His uncle had beaten him purple to the point he couldn’t breathe, he was sure multiple of his ribs were broken. Out of nowhere there was a binding light coming out of him, his uncle was pushed backwards and slammed into the wall. He doesn’t know a lot of what happened next, he remembers his aunt screaming, he remembers his body feeling warm and the pain subsiding, he remembers his uncle being taken by an ambulance, and he remembers being locked in his cupboard. He doesn’t know how long he was in there, he assumes it was around a week, maybe two. Its not like he could have counted the time spent there because he was most definitely passed out. When he did wake up, he could breathe better than before passing out and his body wasn’t purple. It was like it never happened.
He assumes that's exactly what his aunt was waiting for, when she opened the cupboard she had a tired look on her face that was quickly replaced by surprise and then annoyance. She grabbed him hastily and pushed him towards the front door. He didn’t fight back. He didn’t ask what his uncle’s state was or if he even was alive. He decided he did not care. He could live with maybe having killed one of his… abusers? That was a rather harsh word, but it did fit. After 20 minutes of driving they finally arrived at Charles Royalwood Orphanage. He should have seen it coming, really. To his aunt’s credit the building didn’t look bad /in reality it looked like a mansion except for the sign with the orphanage’s name, it was no doubt sponsored by rich people, maybe this place would be good to him/ and the matron who had gone to welcome them looked kind and calm, she looked like a nun, any moment now the angels would come down and sing them a song. His aunt didn’t get out of the car or even look at him “Go. Don’t search for us. I don’t want to deal with any more of your kind” she spat out. It seemed that even saying those words was like venom to her. He got out of the car and went towards the kind looking woman, she smiled warmly at him and took him inside. He was going to change his life around. He knew it.