It starts with doubt, small things at first. Harry Potter wonders, how could tests meant to stop a Dark Lord be solved by a couple of first years? It is a small thing, but it grows in his mind, especially when he returns to the Dursleys. That summer is worse than all the time he was with them before. The beatings, the withheld food, being locked in his room. All familiar but all so much worse. Rarely does he hear "Boy’ anymore. It’s always "Freak’ now. Punishment for daring to go to Hogwarts. He would shrug it off, like he always had before, but somehow, it’s begun to stick. Sometimes, he slips and begins to think of himself as a freak. It’s worse when he’s left shivering in bed from pain, the injuries and lack of food making his body feverish. He makes it though, he makes it to his second year.