"Bang"
"Bang"
"Get up boy and start making breakfast."
"Yes aunt petunia"
"Don't talk back to me"
As I walk into the kitchen I see my step stool in front of the stove.
"Now boy I want you to make eggs with the ham."
I frowned at that and wonder if she really expects a five year old to make most of the breakfast. Well I guess so since she makes me do all those chores. As Vernon and Dudley came down Dudley decided to do something to make his mom and down proud of him. He went behind the freak and pulled the stool from under him.
"Ahh."
As harry was falling he hit his head on the counter and collapsed on the ground with a pool of blood forming under him. Vernon and Petunia stared in horror at what there little Dudley had done. Scared that he might be dead Petunias checks Harrys vitals.
"Vernon he's alive but what will we do if they come by and he tells them what happened."
"We'll just say that he slipped if they check on the freak and that's if he remembers he might get amnesia and forget about all of this."
"You're right I'm going to put him in his cupboard and can you explain to Dudley what he did was worng and he should keep quiet about it."
"I'll do that."
As she was putting harry into his cupboard she noticed him still getting paler until he was white as a sheet. She then decided to close the wound and go back to the kitchen.
"Vernon what do we do if he dies."
"Well I'll go dump him in a river and if they come we'll just say he ran away."
"Okay then."
What they didn't know was that harry had regained his memory of the wizarding world.