Chapter One – A day in the life of Harry Potter.

"Get a move on, you useless freak!" Vernon Dursley roared.

"Yes Uncle Vernon," Harry hissed through gritted teeth.

"Don't take that tone with me boy!" Vernon yelled, face going purple. "After all we've done for you, giving you a roof over you're head, food in you're belly, clothes on you're back! You don't know just how lucky you bloody well are!"

Harry took a deep breath. "I know Uncle Vernon. Dinner will be ready soon."

Vernon snorted and stormed out of the kitchen where Harry had been making himself and the Dursley's dinner for the past half hour. "Ungrateful swine," Vernon muttered as he slammed the door shut.

"God I hate him," Harry seethed, his body shacking with barely suppressed rage. "He'll never know how much I've done for him. If it wasn't for me Voldemort would probably have killed him by now." With arrogant, obnoxious muggles like his 'family', Harry could almost sympathise with Voldemort. Though granted, he was taking it a bit far.

Harry muttered angrily to himself as he finished preparing dinner. When it was ready he set the table then went into the living room where the Dursleys' where sitting watching the telly. "Dinner's ready," he announced.

"Well it's about time!" Harry's Aunt Petunia snapped. "Dudley's hungry!"

Harry gritted his teeth and bit back the comment that was fighting to make its way out of his mouth. He turned sharply and marched back into the kitchen, where he stood standing by the table as the Dursley's came in and sat down. He then served them their food, a small amount for Petunia, a huge amount for Dudley, and an enoumes amount for Vernon. Not waiting for Harry to serve his own and sit down, the Dursley's began to eat. 'Wankers,' Harry thought angrily. 'Ungrateful bloody pricks!' He all but fired his own food onto his plate and sat down heavily.

"CAREFUL BOY!" Vernon roared, food and spit flying from his mouth and hitting Harry in the face and chest. "Those chairs are £20 a piece. Normal people can't just get them with all that hocus pocus like 'your lot'! You how us normal people get it?!" Harry kept silent. "Hard bloody work, that's how!" he yelled, and slammed a big meaty fist onto the table. The cutlery rattled, and Dudley looked up from his food to smirk at Harry, before quickly looking down and shovelling food back into his mouth again. Harry glared at each one of them, feeling disgusted at the mixture of food and spit on him, and in his food. He looked down at his plate with a look of revulsion. This did not go unnoticed by Petunia.

"How dare you look so disrespectful!" she shrieked. Vernon looked up while Dudley continued eating. "Vernon works hard to put food on the table, and you can do is sneer at it!"

"I wasn't sneering!" Harry protested.

"I will not have you calling my wife a liar!" Vernon yelled.

"I wasn't!"

"That's it! Go to you're room!"

"But I haven't eaten!"

"NOW!!!"

Harry got up and stormed up the stairs to his room. He slammed the door shut and leaped onto his bed. "I hate them."