A five-year-old Harry Potter lay inside is cupboard, shivering with fright. Harry tried to ignore the aching pain in his side. No one cares. Harry thought as tears streamed down his face. No body loves me. He thought. The image of Uncle Vernon's face and reaction was still replaying before his eyes. He tried to shut out the image by closing his eyes, but to no avail. He'd forgotten to paint the garden bench. When he went inside after mowing the grass, weeding the garden, pruning the roses, washing the car, cleaning the gutters, organizing the garage, cleaning the kitchen, taking out the trash and washing all the windows uncle Vernon asked him if all the chores on his list were done. He looked outside and noticed the garden fence still gray instead of white. His face turned to a deep shade of puce. His eyes narrowed dangerously. He grabbed Harry by the hair and shook him. He punched him hard in the ribs and then threw him as hard as he could onto the kitchen floor. Harry had remembered his every word I brought you into my house, gave you the food off my table, and what do I get in return, a stupid freak-boy who can't even do a little list of chores. After that he'd thrown Harry into his cupboard and locked it. Harry didn't have a watch so how long he'd been lying there, he did not know. His birthday was coming up soon. Every year he'd wish that someone would come and take him away. But every year his ray of hope was destroyed. Once again he passed out from the pain.
A/N: Yes, I do know that this type of story has been posted under the name Cub, Wolf and Dog, but I've been writing this one before I got my account on fanfiction and I though I'd post it. Sorry that I didn't post it sooner, and don't get angry and think I'm plagiarizing her...CUZ I'M NOT. Now then...please read and review...I love reviews.
