Harry Potter: A Fan Fiction - Volume 1 Chapter 37 A Freak

My name is Freak. I’m five years old this year.

I can’t remember anything else aside from being told as a child that I have to work my ass and earn my keep in this place. Like I could do many things properly with this small, weak, malnourished body littered with injuries.

I was tasked to clean the house as soon as I was able to. I washed the dishes, help with the laundry, throw the trash, and many other things that ranges from sweeping the floor to giving a massage to my uncle Vernon and Aunt Mary. They hurt me from the smallest of reasons and mistakes are settled with a punch in the rib or the stomach most of the time in locked inside the cupboard which served as my room.

Whenever I did something that is better than what their overly fat son does, I can expect to have a beating afterwards so I have learned to stay mediocre for me not to get hurt.

I really have no idea why they treat me so very differently from their son. I am, after all, their nephew. If they didn’t want me then why do they still keep me in here and lock me in this tiny cupboard? Why would my godforsaken parents leave me at the hands of these monsters?

I do get angry sometimes. I want to escape from here. This damned place where I don’t belong. Why can’t God just kill me instead and end this suffering. I’m sure no one cares about me anyway since my parents died already from driving under the influence of alcohol and my only remaining relatives who could take me in are truly awful people.

I have not an inkling of gratitude for these people, they have done nothing good to me except for giving me food twice a day and dumping their son’s old clothes at me. I am treated worse than a dog in this place.

I envy my cousin. He has everything I ever wished for. The love of parents, the friends, the money. I have nothing. Just a poor freak with no parents to love and care for him. Maybe I should just die.

Swoosh*

Wind suddenly blew and a bird came into my room. It was similar to a flinch in size and its yellow in color with black beak and feet. A distinct while color can be seen at the tip of its two pairs of wings. It looked around and zoomed towards the side of the cupboard like a kamikaze pilot diving down after its bullets are spent and I froze as my head tried to make me stop the bird from its poor attempt at suicide, my body however was frozen stiff due to the sudden and unexpected stimulus.

The collision with the wall did not occur. I have seen it with my own eyes. The birds phased through the wall like a ghost or something. I looked at the wall in shock. I have lived here in this cupboard for as long as I can remember but I have never seen anything like this except when I lose my cool and does something that others can not explain. My relatives fear me because of it and called me monster or freak. Anyway I decided to check out the wall since who knows what else is in there. I just have to find out.

Amazing!

My hand phased through the wall just like how the little birdie did earlier, it was cold on the other side and my hand was covered in a thin layer of snow when I pulled it back.

My curiosity is killing me right now. I know it might be dangerous but my longing to leave this place is simply too strong to ignore. What kind of magical and mysterious place is behind the wall?

I gave in to my desire to escape in the end. I appeared inside a coniferous forest blanketed in pure, thick, white snow. It was beautiful and very cold at the same time. I can feel the bite even with four layers of Dudley’s old winter wear.

I walked for a little while in the forest when I saw a beautiful statue holding a well decorated lamp with fire burning inside it despite the cold outside.

Thud*

There was a sound similar to something heavy falling flat on snow from behind me so I looked.

“Ahhhhhhh!”

I fainted.

What was that? It was a group of ugly creatures similar to me in height but has stocky built and face full of facial hairs and crumpled skin. Are they going to eat me? I hope they will be happy eating my meat free body at least they can feel satisfied after eating me, but please pray before you begin.

I woke up in a soft bed covered with warm blanket made from wool. I looked around and saw no one beside me and I’m totally not under the cupboard or inside the belly of the small creatures. It means that they must have taken care of me when I passed out. It also means that I have to apologise. I have been very rude to the kind creatures, maybe they are kids or something.

I got up from the bed and re-examined the room. Its similar to a cave made from black stones with furnitures here and there. It is a cozy place in my opinion. But I guess it doesn’t really count as someone who lived in a cupboard all his life I’m not that much of an expert in the field of critiquing houses.