30, July

Sitting on his small and well used bed in the smallest bedroom in Privet Drive 4 was a boy with black unruly hair and emerald green eyes that we're looking too old and tired for his age. He was small, smaller then most at his age, he looked underweight and bruised. Right now that young man was thinking over his life and what to do with it. In few minutes he would be 16 years old and all alone on his birthday again.

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And the boy whispered to himself quietly "Happy Birthday Harry" at that moment an brown large owl came to his widow with a official looking letter with a wax seal with a huge gold letter G.