Harry rolled over in his small bed in the cupboard under the stairs. After last year the Dursleys had taken away his bedroom. They would have taken his trunk except the Ministry had allowed him to shrink it. He rolled over and tried to go back to sleep but he couldn't, he knew that he was exahusted. Nightmares plauged him when he slept and he was worked to death every day.

            Soon the tapping of Aunt Petunia's red false nails sounded agianst the wood door.

            'UP BRAT!'

            'Yes ma'am.' He sat up and steped out of the cupboard. He was slightly dizzy but he shook himself and walked into the kitchen. Vernon was sitting reading the paper and Dudley, who took up three chairs now,  was foucused on the telly, his eyes bulging with a stupid look spreading across his face.

            Aunt Petunia was standing near the frying pan and handed it over to Harry.

            'Don't burn the bacon!'

            'Yes Ma'am.'

            'Where is my coffee boy!'

            'Coming'

            'I want a sausage!'

            'We're out.'

            'Why didn't you go shopping yesterday?' Vernon spluttered.

            'You didn't ask.'

            'Do I have to do everything?'

            'No sir.'

            'You can go after you mow the lawn.'

            'I mowed it yesterday!'

            'Do it again.'

            'The grass'll die.'

That was the last straw for Vernon and Harry had seen it coming.'

            'DO YOU WISH TO RUN MY HOUSE BOY?'

            'No sir.'

            'WELL THEN DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!' He pounded his fist on the table so hard the hand crafted china jumped. 'YOU COME SEE ME AFTER CHORES! AND JUST FOR THAT YOU'LL MANICURE THIS LAWN!'

            Harry nodded. He didn't care, all it would be was a whipping and his backside was numb already, so it didn't matter.

            He went outside and started pulling weeds. As he did this monotone task his mind wandered as it usually did. He had taken to imagining what It'd be like to still live with his parents.

            They'd have a perfect house. (Of course) It'd be nice but with a comfortable clutter. He and his father would practice Quidditch every night. He'd have a little sister and brother who'd look up to him as a role model. Every morning his mother would gently wake him up and they'd all sit down for breakfast and decide what'd they'd do that day, and no matter where they went they'd always have lunch together and fun.

They'd all have dinner together, then at night they'd sit in the family room playing games or just being with each other. Every night his parents would say good night to him. His mum would kiss him and his dad would ruffle his hair and he'd sleep peacefully.

How he wished this was how his life was but it was not to be so. He finished the lawn late. After eight oclock. The only market the Dursley's would shop at, however, closed at Seven. Uh Oh ...

He went to go in the house and Petunia stopped him.

'You are not to come into this house in that condition. Go hose down.' He did so and went to come in again.' When he did Aunt Petunia handed him a pece of paper.

'Whats this?'

'The shopping list of course.'

'Founder's Fresh Food is where you want me to go right?'

'Well of course.'

'What time is it?'

She looked flustered. 'Why why it is eight o clock!'

'Founders closes at seven Aunt Petunia.'

'Well then I guess you'll be getting up tomorrow right?'

'Yes ma'am.' It may not have seemed like it, but that was a score for Harry Potter.

'You dinner is in the breadbox.' Petunia shot at him as she headed for the parlour.

He opened the auntquie breadbox, it had belonged to Vernon's greatgrandmother and they hardly used it. The hinges creaked and he cleared away cobwebs to find a stale piece of bread. Better to starve than to eat that! He threw it in the trash and poured a glass of water.

As he was drinking Dudley burst in.

'DAD HARRY'S DRINKING OUT OF MY CUP!!' Harry tried to gulp down the rest before he was grabbed from behind by a massive hand. He was slapped and he put his hand to his face instinctly.

'WHAT ARE YOU DOING BOY?'

'I didn't know there was any difference between the cups.' Harry feined innocence.

'C'MON BOY!!! IT IS PUNSHMENT TIME.'

Oh fuck you! Harry thought.

Then he was dragged on to the porch but instead  of taking off his belt Vernon hit him in the gut.

He then proceeded to hit him in the ankle. Hary fell on his ankle and he flet it twist. He was then kicked and hit until a blow to his head knocked him out. 

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When he awoke it was light. He felt around and he knew he was in his cupboard. He felt for his glasses but when he lifted his right arm shooting pains soared through it. He gritted his teeth and grabbed it with his left arm. He fumbled to put his glasses on one handed. He then opened the cupborad door and stood. The pain in his ankle was so intense that he almost fell. He had to braced himself agianst the wall to keep standing.

He had the intent of getting Petunias shopping list. He hobbled to the kitchen.

He got the list from the table along with a banknote and started to walk to the Founders. He limped down the street past Ms. Figgs and onto the road. It didn't take him long to get to the store but when he did he was out of breath.

He pushed the door open to the store and got a shopping cart. He lent on it for surport and hobbled down the aisles.

To his surprise he ran into Ms. Figg in the bread aisle.

'Hello there Harry'

'Hi- Ms.-Figg-'

'Harry are you okay? You sound rather out of breath.'

'I-am-fine.  I-need-to-go-now.' He went to turn around and then he knew no more.

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A/N I know another rewrite.. I'll stick with this one! Thanks to my beta Relle