On Privet Drive, hidden by a bush lay a five year old Harry Potter. Harry was hiding. From what? You may ask. The answer, his cousin Dudley. Dudley and his gang were bullies. Bullies that hated Harry. They liked to chase him, punch him, kick him, hurt him, Dudley liked to get him to do freaky things so he would get punished by Uncle Vernon. Harry's Uncle and Aunt hated him, in their eyes he was a freak who was less than the dirt on their shoe, only good for cleaning not even good enough for food!
Harry peeked out from where he was hiding and let out a sigh of relief as he didn't see Dudley or any of his gang. Harry got up and started the short walk home but as soon as he passed through the front door he knew something was wrong. When he walked into the kitchen to start dinner, Vernon's slowly reddening face proved his suspicions, a soon as he walked into Vernon's line of sight he blew.
"FREAK, YOU HAVE REALLY DONE IT NOW! STEALING FROM DUDLEY LIKE THAT!" Harry knew what was coming and braced for impact, Vernon's open palm can slamming into his face with such force that Harry staggered a bit. Harry looked up at Vernon with fear in his eyes as he saw his Uncle's fist coming his way again, he knew what was coming, didn't mean he had to like it.
One hour after Vernon had gone off at Harry, he lay in his cupboard unable to move from all the pain, Harry slowly turned his head too look at his injuries and winced from the pain but also the extent of his injuries. Harry had cuts all over his back, or at least he thought he did judging by the pain that he was feeling, and he was sure his arm was broken from the odd way it was bent.
The only comfort he got, and would ever be given was from the darkness, the black that lined his cupboard. It wound around him like a warm blanket and assured him that in due time he could get his revenge. He could hurt those muggles. Wait muggles? What are muggles?The darkness answered him.
"You will know young one, soon, just you wait, for now sleep."
At this Harry felt warm, like a thick blanket had been wrapped around him, when he knew the only blanket he had was thin, worn and had holes, he lay his head down wincing as he jostled his arm but soon fell asleep.
The next morning when Harry Potter awoke the first thing he noticed was that he could move his arm and his back no longer hurt. He wondered why. Little did he know this would become normal for him. That he would grow to be powerful, that The Darkness would come back to aid him on his journey through life, and he smiled as he heard a faint breath like whisper say "just you wait".