Harry was seven when his parents died. He would like to say he remembered everything the truth is nothing comes to mind on the event. He remembered all the little things, like how he mother would hum Robbie Williams while she made pancakes. He remembered the way his father’s footfalls echoed through the house at five each afternoon, sounding the end of a long days work, and then there was his sister, Gemma. She would always go out of her way to annoy Harry and tried too frequently to get him to play dress up. Then after he remembers nothing, nothing about the fire that set the family home alight burning the remains of his families house to cinders or how he got out alive, while the rest of his family suffered. He bounced around from foster