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"Boy! Why aren't you finished with your chores?" Vernon thundered as he slammed into the small scantly furnished prison…I mean room. Said boy raised his bright emerald green eye from the parchment he was writing on to the furious face of Vernon Dursley.

"They are finished, Uncle, I mowed the lawn, painted the fence, raked up the clippings, replanted the flowers again, cook all three meals without eating any, washed up the dishes afterwards, dusted, vacuumed, swept, poli…"

He trailed off as Vernon grabbed the back of his neck and shook him.

"You did a half assed job on the dusting and polishing and you didn't scrub the kitchen floor."

Harry's brow furrowed as he thought back. He had too scrubbed the floor, and you could see yourself perfectly in the silver. Not one speck of dust littered the pictures of precious Dudley….Harry was shook violently from his thoughts as Vernon whapped his head and continued his degrading as he drug the young man down the stairs. When they entered the kitchen Vernon threw him to the floor, before growling.

"You will finish this floor by time we get home tomorrow morning as well as the polishing and the dusting. Do I make myself clear, boy?"

Not wanting to make his Uncle angrier Harry nodded. Vernon gave a twisted smile as Petunia entered the room and glared at Harry.

"My Dudley's white clothes are all blue! You despicable thing ruined them on purpose!"

Looking to Vernon she shook her head and continued.

"It's time I did what I should have don't years ago."

Turning her icy gaze on Harry she uttered the words that would bring about grave problems.

"You are no longer welcome in our home. You will be gone by noon tomorrow. I've informed your school of your

leaving our home. Finish your chores boy, and get your stuff."

With a huge grin on his face Vernon all but skipped out of the room to inform his son of the news. Petunia sighed and continued.

"Good-bye, Harry."

Turning to leave Petunia gave in to the one impulse she had to help her sister's son. Pulling out some money she laid it on the counter and muttered as she left the room.

"That should be enough to get you out of here."

Harry nodded at the semi torn woman and picked up the money, quickly stowing it in his front right pocket. He walked to the cupboard where his trunk was and opened the now unlocked door. He stumbled slightly as the ground rumbled under his feet. Looking up he sighed as he recognized the wave of power around Private drive number 4 fade. The wards were falling.

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A/N- He he cliffies are interesting, I will update this story soon don't worry.

But if I get reviews, because you know they feed the muse and all

I may write faster!

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