"I was born July thirty-first, year nineteen eighty. My mother and father died Halloween night and I was dropped on my maternal aunt’s doorstep November first, year nineteen eighty-one." Harry put his clothes back on. "Left on the doorstep in the middle of the night in nothing but a blanket. My aunt found me in the morning when she went out to get the milk. They hadn’t wanted me and magic was freakishness to them. As a result the four years I lived with them they neglected, starved, and abused me."