"I was left on Petunia and Vernon Dursley’s doorstep in the middle of the night. Petunia was mom’s sister, and once mom started showing signs of magic, it freaked her out, but jealousy was the main emotion. Being a witch mom was more attractive, learned faster, developed faster. Her parents fawned over Lily, even though they didn’t understand what she could do. So they stopped talking once Petunia left, finding me on the doorstep with a letter that said her sister died, by magic her least favorite thing, and she was now stuck with her nephew. She could tell I was magic, so the abuse started early, I was feed half as much as her own baby son, Dudley whose a few months older, they were kind enough to buy Dudley a new baby mattress and give me the old one but it was slid into the boot cupboard. That's where I stayed for ten years, on a baby cot in the closet." Hermione was looking at him in shock, a little choked sob leaving her throat as she threw her arms around him, and he continued, holding her close, glad he wouldn’t have to look her in the face as he told every embarrassing detail.