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This story is about a 10-year-old boy and his stories. His name is Harrye Potter. He lives with his uncle and aunt named Vernon and Petunia. They only saw him as a butler or slave who was supposed to do the housework. Harrye lives in a small cupboard under the stairs and his earliest memory goes back to when he was 4 years old.
Petunia told him to make dinner faster and be there because Dudley was celebrating his 6th birthday today. Harrye didn't know his age until he was 8, but he knew when his birthday was. Of course Duddley was given many presents. He stands at the stove and starts cooking meat. Then he sees the big pile of presents that Dudley got. No i forgot to cook the rice.
Vernon wakes up soon and i haven't set the table. He tries to improvise a bit to create another side even if his uncle will be mad,but didn't succeed. Shit. This's gonna be bad. He feels a big fist that hits his stomach. "Boy, can't you do anything. It's Dudley Birthday and you ruined everything. You worthless freak.". His stomach hurts and he almost pukes. Vernon throws another punch and shoves him into the cupboard. Yes he knows. He shouldn't have done such a bad job. He could've prevented this.
But it's too late now to regret.
I endure the pain and wait until it's over. What else could I do?
After the ordeal had ended I went back to my cupboard. I don't know what to do. It hurt even more than ever before. He was more violent and more dangerous on this day.
I cant hold my eyes open anymore and drift off into a dark sleep