Harry Potter the Founders Heir
CHAPTER ONE-
Summer with the Dursley's
Harry Potter was having a horrible time staying with his uncle and aunt when on holidays from Hogwart's school for witches and wizards. His uncle, Veron, was a cruel and emotionally abusive man with more then enough weight to throw around; his wife, Petunia was no better with her shrewish manner and horse like appearance but probably worst of all was their obese son Dudley who had moved on from boxing to sumo wrestling after to many chocolate bars which had been smuggled into his upper class school. Dudley had spent this last month of summer holidays watching television in his pyjamas and getting his over accommodating mother to wait on him hand and foot. She brought him food, rubbed his back and even changed the channel for him when he was too lazy to reach for the remote himself.
While all this is going on Harry can be found doing chores in the backyard, from sunrise to sunset. Although these activities where exhausting Harry actually quite liked doing them as it was better then been locked in his room where all he could do is read his already memorised textbooks and contemplate his so-called life and the lives that had been lost. He felt the loss of his godfather, Sirius and his friend, Cedric strongly; he mourned them and took responsibility for their deaths although none saw it as his fault.
During the holiday's Harry had been receiving few letters from his friends Ron and Hermione as they were both very busy with Ron working at 'Weasly Wizard Wheezes' helping his brothers with their fortunately flowing onslaught of patrons who all seem to be after that perfect prank. Hermione on the other hand was already in preparation for her NEWTS and studying every minute, before school finished she had taken at leat 50 books out of the library to study and had immersed herself in them. Shockingly Harry found comfort in the fact that Ron and Hermione weren't together as they were last year so Harry didn't feel as though he was missing out on so much. He knew this was been selfish but couldn't help himself.
He had also been giving regular updates to the order as they requested but no longer bothered telling them of the tormenting dreams, visions and scar pains he'd been having as he didn't imagine they'd care. That presumption however was wrong as everyone in the order, beside perhaps Snape, were concerned about him thinking that 'I'm fine' written on a piece of parchment twice a week was not enough to ensure them of this. They mourned for Harry as he mourned for Sirius and Cedric for although Harry may not be dead he had a lot to face and he held the weight of their world in his young hands.
After a month at the Dursley's Harry had completely reshaped their garden to make it by far the best on the street which Harry's Aunt Petunia took full credit and acclaim for. She even thought of putting it in the local garden competition under her name. With all this work done Harry no longer had any work to do as aunt Petunia wasn't comfortably letting Harry take over her territory indoors and he was banished to his room till Uncle Veron could think something suitable up- this didn't take long. Harry was found a job.
Veron had got Harry a job at his drill factory were he would sweep the floors for spare pieces of metal and take them to be reshaped. Harry did not know what to think of this new challenge but knew it would be better then another day with only his morbid thoughts to entertain him. He had a great weight on his shoulders which he was afraid he would never rid himself of. Is it going to be kill or be killed? Harry wished he could be like any other normal wizard child or even a muggle if it came to getting rid of his terrible burden, how he wished he could be like his friend Ron with loving parents and siblings. Harry didn't think Ron appreciated that he had as he should. Harry wanted to be part of a family.
The job started the next day and Harry woke early in the morning to cook a mountainous breakfast which would attempt to fill his Cousin Dudley's ever expanding stomach. Harry was sure that one day soon his cousin would no longer be able to pull himself out of bed and have to stay in there forever. Veron drove Harry to the factory that morning although he said that would be the last time he would do so as he did not want to be associated with this small skinny freak that was his nephew, obviously he wasn't looking at Harry when he said this as although Harry would still be classed as skinny in every circumstance he was no longer as short as he once was, he was now eye level with his 6 foot uncle and still growing. The factory was only about five miles from the Dursley's Privet Drive home and the only way to get there would be by running. So run Harry would.
CHAPTER ONE-
Summer with the Dursley's
Harry Potter was having a horrible time staying with his uncle and aunt when on holidays from Hogwart's school for witches and wizards. His uncle, Veron, was a cruel and emotionally abusive man with more then enough weight to throw around; his wife, Petunia was no better with her shrewish manner and horse like appearance but probably worst of all was their obese son Dudley who had moved on from boxing to sumo wrestling after to many chocolate bars which had been smuggled into his upper class school. Dudley had spent this last month of summer holidays watching television in his pyjamas and getting his over accommodating mother to wait on him hand and foot. She brought him food, rubbed his back and even changed the channel for him when he was too lazy to reach for the remote himself.
While all this is going on Harry can be found doing chores in the backyard, from sunrise to sunset. Although these activities where exhausting Harry actually quite liked doing them as it was better then been locked in his room where all he could do is read his already memorised textbooks and contemplate his so-called life and the lives that had been lost. He felt the loss of his godfather, Sirius and his friend, Cedric strongly; he mourned them and took responsibility for their deaths although none saw it as his fault.
During the holiday's Harry had been receiving few letters from his friends Ron and Hermione as they were both very busy with Ron working at 'Weasly Wizard Wheezes' helping his brothers with their fortunately flowing onslaught of patrons who all seem to be after that perfect prank. Hermione on the other hand was already in preparation for her NEWTS and studying every minute, before school finished she had taken at leat 50 books out of the library to study and had immersed herself in them. Shockingly Harry found comfort in the fact that Ron and Hermione weren't together as they were last year so Harry didn't feel as though he was missing out on so much. He knew this was been selfish but couldn't help himself.
He had also been giving regular updates to the order as they requested but no longer bothered telling them of the tormenting dreams, visions and scar pains he'd been having as he didn't imagine they'd care. That presumption however was wrong as everyone in the order, beside perhaps Snape, were concerned about him thinking that 'I'm fine' written on a piece of parchment twice a week was not enough to ensure them of this. They mourned for Harry as he mourned for Sirius and Cedric for although Harry may not be dead he had a lot to face and he held the weight of their world in his young hands.
After a month at the Dursley's Harry had completely reshaped their garden to make it by far the best on the street which Harry's Aunt Petunia took full credit and acclaim for. She even thought of putting it in the local garden competition under her name. With all this work done Harry no longer had any work to do as aunt Petunia wasn't comfortably letting Harry take over her territory indoors and he was banished to his room till Uncle Veron could think something suitable up- this didn't take long. Harry was found a job.
Veron had got Harry a job at his drill factory were he would sweep the floors for spare pieces of metal and take them to be reshaped. Harry did not know what to think of this new challenge but knew it would be better then another day with only his morbid thoughts to entertain him. He had a great weight on his shoulders which he was afraid he would never rid himself of. Is it going to be kill or be killed? Harry wished he could be like any other normal wizard child or even a muggle if it came to getting rid of his terrible burden, how he wished he could be like his friend Ron with loving parents and siblings. Harry didn't think Ron appreciated that he had as he should. Harry wanted to be part of a family.
The job started the next day and Harry woke early in the morning to cook a mountainous breakfast which would attempt to fill his Cousin Dudley's ever expanding stomach. Harry was sure that one day soon his cousin would no longer be able to pull himself out of bed and have to stay in there forever. Veron drove Harry to the factory that morning although he said that would be the last time he would do so as he did not want to be associated with this small skinny freak that was his nephew, obviously he wasn't looking at Harry when he said this as although Harry would still be classed as skinny in every circumstance he was no longer as short as he once was, he was now eye level with his 6 foot uncle and still growing. The factory was only about five miles from the Dursley's Privet Drive home and the only way to get there would be by running. So run Harry would.