[T]he photographs showed a large blond boy riding his first bicycle, on a carousel at the fair . . . being hugged and kissed by his mother. The room held no sign at all that another boy lived in the house too.

The problem was, strange things often happened around Harry and it was just no good telling the Dursleys he didn’t make them happen.

[Harry] couldn’t remember being in the car when his parents had died. Sometimes, when he strained his memory… he came up with a strange vision: a blinding flash of green light and a burning pain on his forehead.