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Third Person's POV
It was the summer of the year 1986. In a little town called Surrey, England, a family was bustling about, trying to get everything together for a vacation.
A portly man was heaving large bags into a silver suv.
A woman with a horse-like face was scolding a tiny, green-eyed child in oversized clothes, as he struggled to pack a pile of clothes.
"Mooooooom!" a child's voice cried out in the middle of the chaos.
He was standing at the door of his room, a pout on his face.
"I can't find my favorite race car!!!"
The woman appeared at the bottom of the stairs, a look of sympathy on her face.
"I already packed it, sweetums. It's down here, in your suitcase."
This did not please the child, who was as short-tempered (and portly) as his father.
"Get it out!! I want it right now!!!!" He stomped his feet.
The woman sighed.
"I can't, Dudley. It has to stay in the suitcase, or else we won't be able to bring it."
The child, Dudley, was slightly appeased with this information, although he still stomped his feet loudly as he disappeared back into his bedroom.
The woman turned back to the small child still at her side.
"Well? What are you waiting for? Get these clothes packed up, now!"
"Yes Aunt Petunia," the child replied softly, his head bowed.
The woman, Petunia, scoffed and walked away.
The small child turned back to his task, struggling to fold the heavy clothes with his small hands and weak arms.
Just as the child was zipping up the case, the door was slammed open.
A portly man stomped inside, beady eyes immediately finding the child.
"Well, boy?! Are you done packing up that bag?!"
"Y-yes, Uncle Vernon," the child whispered.
The man, Vernon, looked at the child with a judgmental stare.
His hand came up, and he slapped the child.
"Do it faster next time, Freak!"
He grabbed the newly-packed case and stomped back outside.
Before the child could move, Petunia had returned to the room.
"Go put these clothes on. We don't want anyone else knowing what a freak you are."
She threw a change of clothes at him.
The child immediately went to obey, crawling in his small cupboard under the stairs for privacy.
The clothes, although they hung off him, showing off his skinny form, had no holes and only a couple of stains. They were the nicest clothes he had ever worn. He quickly put them on, feeling grateful.
When he was done, Petunia ordered him to go to the car with Dudley.
Before the small child could get into the car, he was slammed into the door by Vernon.
"Now, listen here boy. I earned this trip. You are only coming along because we can't find anyone who will keep an eye on you. If you screw up, even one time, you will be severely punished, understand?"
"Y-y-yes Uncle Vernon. I u-understand," the boy stuttered.
"Don't bother with Harry, Vernon. We don't want to be late for our flight. Besides, he knows what will happen if he misbehaves." Petunia spoke up.
Vernon huffed, then shoved the small child, Harry, and got into the car.
At the airport, the three bags were quickly checked (none of them were for Harry, of course), and the family plus Harry made their way to their airport gate.
Harry's POV
The flight was long. I thought it would never end. It felt like it had been days when we finally landed in Tokyo, I think it was called.
After we left the plane, we drove a car to a hotel.
I was excited. I had never stayed in a hotel before.
Uncle Vernon had apparently rented a "two-bedroom suite," whatever that was. There were two bedrooms. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia slept in one, and Dudley got the other.
I slept on the couch in the living room. I didn't mind. It was the nicest place I had ever slept on.
In the morning, Uncle Vernon ordered breakfast. I didn't have to cook anything! It was nice.
The people who brought our food were nice too. They smiled at me, and then patted my hair when I smiled back. They didn't yell at me once!
I love this place.
The nice lady at the front desk said that the Dursleys were not allowed to leave me in the hotel room, so they had to take me along.
We toured many cool places, and ate strange food.
I was even allowed to eat the cheapest thing on the menu wherever we ate! It was hard, though, as I hadn't eaten this much food before. I usually only ate one meal a day at the most.
The next day, the Dursleys decided to walk around the town.
As we walked, Dudley suddenly grabbed Petunia's dress.
"Mom, who are those people?"
A stubby finger pointed to two men. One of them had two large cleavers on his back and silvery hair, while the other had hair like fire.
"Those are freaks, Dudley. Just like Harry."
Aunt Petunia grabbed Dudley by the hand and began to hastily guide him away from them, Uncle Vernon following her.
As I turned to follow, I thought I saw the man with the fiery hair look at me.
But that couldn't be. Nobody would willingly look at a freak.
But, Aunt Petunia had called them freaks too.
Could it be that they were like me...?
I hope y'all enjoy this chapter!
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