Happily ever after or not?
Chapter 1
Lord James and Lady Lily Potter, died in a tragic shooting, they had
been coming home on business. The people responsible for it were never
found; they had a child, nine year old Harry Potter. The child had been
devastated when it had happened. However, the worst had yet to happen.
The men who were working for Lord Vernon Dursley, who had been steadily
loosing money. He had ordered the Potter's dead, this way he would have
their fortune. Which was greater than anyone even knew.
So before the nine year old knew it, his Uncle Lord Vernon, and his Aunt
now Lady Petunia and her son, who would one day inherit the title as
Lord Dursley. Dudley, as well as a daughter they had, eight year old Poppy,
were taking control over the house, the staff were all sacked, bar two, and they
got new people in.
Petunia turned the boy into a slave, he was given a cupboard, and the
servants were appalled. However they could do nothing because Petunia
was the Lady of the house. They had to obey her or be out of a job. However,
they were nice to Harry when they could be. Which was not very often, because
they loaded Harry with chores every day.
"Where is our breakfast?" shrieked Lady Petunia.
"Here ma'am" said Harry softly coming in, it had been nine years since
he had been forced to serve his Aunt. That meant that Dudley and Harry
were eighteen and Poppy was seventeen now.
"Good, now why don't you go and lie with the pigs which you so insist on
smelling like" sneered Dudley.
"Get out of here before my precious Vernon comes down, I don't want him
having to smell your disgusting smell nor see your disgusting face" sniffed Petunia.
"I do try and please you ma'am" said Harry, he longed for a proper bath,
but they would never give him one.
"How dare you, I've fed you, clothed you and you say you want to please
me, hmm…get on with your chores or I will have Vernon whip you again"
said Petunia angrily.
"Yes ma'am" said Harry, practically scurrying out, he hated the whip more than anything.
"After everything I've done, after everything I do, it's never enough"
said Petunia to her husband who had come in, having heard.
"I know Petunia dear, pay him no mind," said Vernon.
The day went the same as usual, Vernon and Petunia were off doing
business and Dudley spent his day torturing Harry when he could.
However, Harry had to collect the apples today and Dudley could not go.
Hearing neigh's coming from the other direction, Harry looked over,
frowning at what was going on. However, what he saw made him stutter in
anger. Growling low in his throat, he took off running; it was not long before he
was throwing apples at the man who had stolen his mother's horse.
"How dare you steal my mother's horse" yelled Harry still hitting the
man even when he had fallen from his mother's horse.
"Well…" said the man, he didn't get a chance to finish as he had gotten
up, his clothes were now revealed, and he had a symbol on it. Harry
closed his eyes in horror before bowing, not giving the man enough time to finish.
"Forgive me my lord, I did not see you" his head bowed.
"Yes well, speak of this to no one and we will be just fine," sniffed
the man looking down at the boy, he took out a pouch and poured out some
change.
"Thank you your highness" said Harry awe colouring his voice. However,
the man didn't answer, he just rode off. Harry watched him go, hoping the
man would take care of his mothers horse.
---------------------0
"Your back, good, get the food into the house and then feed the pigs" said Petunia
looking at her nephew disdainfully.
"Yes ma'am" said Harry bowing his head.
Harry hated how he was looked down upon, closing his eyes he remembered
the times when his parents had glowed with happiness when he had done
something. A loan tear slid down Harry's face, how he wished they had not
died, how he wished they were here for him, smiling at him.
"This day cannot get any worse" said Figg, an old woman who was working
for the Dursley's before they had moved into the mansion.
"No, it can't" said Harry, sighing softly.
"The bread" yelled Vernon.
"Go take it up," said Figg, stuffing the bread into his arms, knowing
Vernon would whip Harry if he was not the one to bring it up. Figg hated
it as much as Harry, for she was the one who had to clean after it.
"Ma'am, Sir, Dudley, Poppy" said Harry bowing shortly before putting the
bread on the table. Poppy nodded, giving her cousin a smile.
She was the only one that was remotely nice to Harry, Vernon grunted as
he started eating his dinner.
"The Prince stopped by" said Poppy softly.
"He didn't" said Harry gasping in horror, however, a look from Vernon
made him go still as a statue and start looking at the back of the room.
"He returned our horse" said Poppy.
"Did he say anything?" asked Petunia exited.
"No, not really, just that he had the pleasure of riding one of our
horses, which is now safely back in the stables" said Poppy softly.
"Hmm…" said Petunia.
"However, he did say hello to me and also he hoped we would meet again"
said Poppy smiling softly.
"Good news indeed, you need your best robes on from now on, just in case
he comes back" said Petunia exited, her daughter could end up queen.
"Don't get too exited Petunia he might not be interested in that sort of
thing! Rumour has it that the Prince is gay" said Vernon softly; he
didn't want his daughter's heart broken.
"Really, well Dudley will need to dress up too" said Petunia softly, she
was adamant that the Prince marry one of her children.
"Yes, I would be the Prince and one day King, first thing I will do is
get rid of the slaves," said Dudley looking directly at Harry when he
said it.
"Our Dudley would make a great King" said Vernon proudly.
"Of course I would father" said Dudley eating once more, he was only a
little over weight. However, his sister was beautiful, but more over
weight. Dudley didn't stand a chance when it came to his sister.
Harry sighed softly as he got ready for bed, looking at his filthy
hands. They were not as bad as the rest of him; he thought 'tomorrow
while collecting the fruit I will have a swim in the water. At last I will
get a wash in there, with plenty of water,' he thought.
He was so exhausted that he practically fell asleep when his head
touched the pillow. They got him up at six, then made him do chores all
day, kept him up until midnight, he was always exhausted. He would
need to get up earlier tomorrow; he needed to get water from the well
for the family. So it was only five hours sleep for him, how he again
wished his life was different.