Who is she really?

The snap

A young feminine minded young boy lay against his bedroom wall he had just been on the receiving end of his uncle's rage, his family hated him for many reasons. The main reason was because of his magic and because he was overly feminine and he didn’t care. In fact he wished he could be called she and her rather than he and him. 

As the boy groaned in pain a switch in his mind seemed to flick he refused to take this any long, refused to be called to he and him again. (will now be referred to in feminine pronouns by most if not everyone) the young child forced herself to her knees and sluggishly crawled towards the loose floorboard under the old broken cot bed. 

As she pulled back the board her long waist length hair fell to the ground and landed on pale white almost translucent skin a stark contrast against her lush black locks. She reached into the hole with dainty hands and pulled out a small match box, a long stick, and a small bag with food before placing them to the side. She reached back inside and wrapped her small thin things around a small case that gently rattled as she moved it from the bottom of the hole. 

Once she replaced the board and turned to the pile of things beside her, she opened the case to reveal glass vials filled with liquids, potions. She removed 4 of them from the case and took the bag of food and drinks grabbing a pastie, and a bottle of pumpkin juice. She quickly ate the pastie before she could allow herself to throw-up. She downed the four vials and washed them down with the drink. 

Waiting for a couple hours she grabbed what was left of her stuff and stood up when the potions had taken effect, numbed the pain and closed any wounds, she shoved the stuff into her big pants pockets except for her wand. Moving over to the door to the room she listened carefully and tried the handle finding the door unlocked, they probably thought she’d be too weak or afraid to leave, idiots. 

Sneaking out the bedroom she made her way towards the stairs and began the descent towards the front door. As she was on the middle step her aunty and uncle’s door opened and she heard the exact moment her aunty saw the bedroom door to her cell was open. “Vernon! Vernon! The freak he’s got out.” Her aunt yelled into her bedroom, this was what kick started her to run down the stairs and out the door. “She just ran out the front!” her aunt continued, she needed to be quick. 

She sprinted down the road as quickly as she could. Just as she got to the turning off the road towards the park her uncle came barrelling out the house. “BOY GET BACK HERE” he yelled. 

Harry ran down the turning off to the park and kept running, not looking back.