AN: I don't own harry potter. This is my first story so hopefully its okay :)
Harry sighed, the sun was beating down on his back and he could feel his neck burning. He tried to move about so the burning wasn't so intense but it was no use the side of the garden he was working on had his back directly in the glare of the sun. Harry stopped for a moment to wipe a trickle of sweat that was running down his forehead on to his sodden shirt sleeve. He looked towards the house were he could see his cousin Dudley sitting in the air conditioned house drinking his iced drinks.
Just as he was beginning to wish he was in there instead of out here his aunt appeared at he window and gave him a stern look so he quickly turned back to his work. He had spent all day out in the sun working on the gardens because it was Dudley's eleventh birthday tomorrow. Harry was glad he was almost finished as the pain in his neck was becoming almost unbearable. He pulled out the last weed, put it in the compost bin and went inside. After taking his shoes of, so that he didn't get mud on the the kitchen floor, he went to see if his aunt had any more chores for him. Luckily for Harry she told him that was all for today so Harry headed to his cupboard. He was happy that he was finished today before his uncle came home. He didn't want to think about what would have happened if he hadn't.
Stepping in his cupboard he turned on the light bulb and lay on his makeshift bed, which consisted of a tattered mattress and three threadbare blankets. One which he'd had since he was a baby and was inscribed with his initials. Sitting down on his mattress he looked around his wee cupboard he saw the few drawings from school he had managed to sneak in before the Dursley's saw them and binned them. Other than the pictures there was also a few spiders in the cupboard. Harry rather liked them and he would talk to them about his day. He thought of them as his friends, his only friends.
There was a bang of the front door to signal his uncle Vernon was back from work. Harry heard his uncle greet his wife and son. After all the pleasantries were done with he asked his wife "well tuney did the boy manage to do something right for a change." Harry held his breath for he knew his aunts answer would decided whether he received food tonight. "He done a satisfactory job" replied his aunt. Harry let out his breath he would be getting food tonight. Which he thought was good since he hadn't eaten in two days as he hadnt managed to finish his chores in time for his uncle returning home.
After his uncle had settled in front of the tv his aunt came to his cupboard and told him he had 5 minuets to eat, clean up and be back in his cupboard. Harry went through to the kitchen and on the table was a plate with one slice of stale bread, an apple that was beginning to rot and a glass of water. Harry sat and started eating. He never ate with his family as they liked to see him as little as possible especially his uncle. So harry finished eating, cleared up his dishes and returned to his cupboard. Usually he would have to prepare his family's dinner but they were having a takeaway tonight as Dudley's birthday was tomorrow.
Lying in his cupboard Harry thought about his situation, he knew that his family mistreated him, he would like to think he was smarter than most eleven year old's ,but he also knew there was nothing he could do about his situation. He had tried praying when he was younger for someone to come and take him to a loving family but nobody ever came. He had also tried telling someone about how his family treated him once but they thought he was just telling stories. His uncle had found out he told someone of his treatment and punished him so Harry decided then and there it was better to just deal with it.
Harry thought tomorrow would be better as the Dursley's were going out to the zoo for Dudley's birthday and harry would be left alone locked in his cupboard. So with these thoughts Harry drifted off to sleep thinking of all the things he could do tomorrow.