">No. 4 Privet Drive, the cupboard under the stairs<. That's where my first Hogwarts letter was addressed to. At the Dursleys, I was given the bare minimum to survive despite being expected to cook, clean and do gardening. Tell me, who leaves a magical kid with relatives who hate magic and not even check upon him?" Remus wanted to say something, but the teenager would not be interrupted, "Then a troll, a three-headed dog, and a magical artefact that could trap the mind in a school full of children? I'm not even talking about the delightful obstacle course I had to complete at the end of my first year or that I had to kill at eleven!