September 15 1986:
Umm, I have some good news. My parents found and remembered me today. Yeah. They remembered me. Well, they only remembered having another baby and part of my name. They called me Hairy. But they remembered me. That's great...
When they found me. They hit me...again. It was like a repeat of what happened last time. When they said something similar to my name I thought that they remembered me. That they would love me. I guess that's never going to happen.
A small chuckle escaped Harry's mouth. A small, but not insignificant, amount of anger building up in his chest.
I- I know they're the parents of the savior of the wizarding world. I know that there are very important people who have valuable time. But- after all this...neglect. After seeing Charles get so much attention, so much love, and so many smiles directed towards him without, without doing anything other than getting hit by the killing curse by accident.
I guess...I guess I feel jealous of him. *sigh* I'm so pitiful. I'm jealous of him. I'm jealous when I should be happy for him. I should be proud that my little brother is the boy who lived. But instead I feel jealous.
Actually, today I heard that my parents are sending me to my aunt and uncle's place. I was hiding behind a cupboard when I heard my parents talking about them. They're sending me so I won't badly influence Charles. I heard that they have a kid my age. His name is Dudley.
Actually. Soon, I'm no longer going to be a potter. I think- I think my parents might disown me. So that no one knows of my existence. That isn't a way to solve the problem. But what is it to me? I can't and won't do anything. It's their fault...it's their fault. Not mine, it's theirs.
It's their fault I'm alive right now. It's their fault I have to deal with this... with this... with this bullshit, and it's their fault my mind is a mess right now. It's not my fault. It's theirs. And, I don't think I can even forgive them for this. I- I- never mind. Just- goodnight. Goodnight...