"Boy! Are you up yet? Get your lazy butt up right this instant and cook Dudley's breakfast and don't you dare let is burn!" Harry Potter's Aunt Petunia shouted through the door.
"I'm up." Harry said sleepily. Harry sighed as he got up and got dressed. Dudley's birthday. How could I have forgotten?
"UP!" Came the shout from downstairs. "And don't even think of saying anything about your, your... You KNOW!"
As Harry cooked breakfast, which he knew he would get very little, if any of, his mind drifted back to the previous year. Harry blamed himself for Cedric's death. If he hadn't told him to take the cup together, then Cedric would still be alive. Last year had been horrible for Harry and with the Dursley's was the last place he wanted to be right now. Now his mind drifted to what Dumbledore had told Sirius to do at the end of the year in the Hospital Wing...
"You are to alert Remus Lupin, Arabella Figg, Mundungus Fletcher--- the old crowd. Lie low at Lupin's for a while; I will contact you there."
Arabella Figg. could that be he Mrs. Figg that used to watch him when the Dursley's were gone? Harry thought to himself.
SMACK! Harry fell to the ground and looked up at Uncle Vernon, clutching the side of his face which was stinging.
"You burned Dudley's breakfast!" Uncle Vernon yelled at him. "Your Aunt specifically told you not to and you go and do! You ungrateful little..." Uncle Vernon went on and on with the same old speech he had told Harry forever. " Now get to your room! While we are gone today you will have a longer list of chores to do and if they aren't done by the time we get back I'll give you what you have deserved for a long time boy!"
Harry retreated to his room. Uncle Vernon had never slapped him before, not once! 'He has been acting weird while I've been here.' Harry thought. And he let it go at that. It was only a little bruise right?
When Harry heard the car engine come to life and roar down the street he waited until he couldn't hear, nor see it anymore then went down and got the list of things to do.
"What!" Harry said in shock. For the list was 3 times as long as it usually was. 'How can I get this all done before they get back?' He wondered. Well, he might as well get started.
~*~
Wash the dishes
Wash ALL the windows in the house except YOURS.
Vacuum the entire house except your room.
Paint the back fence.
Weed front, back, and side gardens.
Dust the entire house.
Take out the garbage.
Wash both cars that are remaining.
Clean Dudley's room.
Clean both bathrooms downstairs and upstairs.
Wash kitchen floor.
Fix broken gate.
Harry sighed as he got to work washing the dishes.
How do they expect me to get all of that done while they're gone for 5 hours? He thought to himself. The Dursley's could be such a pain.
Harry finished everything that he had to do inside then headed outside with 3 hours left to spare. He decided to wash the cars first, thinking it would take the least amount of time. Harry got out the soap and sponge and bucket and dragged them over to where the hose was. He didn't get why they needed 3 cars, but was glad he only had to do the 2 there.
It was unusually hot outside for England and Harry was already starting to sweat and he had just gotten started. Why does it have to be so hot out TODAY? He asked no one in particular.
"Because it is." Hissed a voice making Harry jump. It was a snake.
"Thanks for the help." Harry hissed back and continued on his way.
Harry was wet with sweat when he was done, and water. He got everything else done and headed out to paint the back fence, the last thing on his list, with 45 minutes left.
Harry was only a quarter of the way through with his painting when he heard the Dursley's car turning in to the drive way.
Oh NO! He thought to himself. And he hurried to get as much done as possible. By the time Uncle Vernon came out to check on him, Harry wasn't even half-way done.
"BOY!" Uncle Vernon roared. "I TOLD YOU TO HAVE THIS FENCE PAINTED! NOT ALMOST HALF OF IT! WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING ALL DAY YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING LITTLE ROTTEN SCUM!!! LAZY THAT'S IT! PLAIN LAZY! JUST LIKE YOUR PARENTS! WELL NOW YOUR GOING TO GET WHAT YOU HAVE BEEN ASKING FOR FOR YEARS BOY!"
And with that he dragged Harry into the house and into the living room.
~*~
Uncle Vernon slammed Harry into the wall.
"You've been asking for this for a long time now boy." He growled dangerously. "And now your going to get it.
Harry felt himself pale. No. Uncle Vernon wouldn't go that far would he? He asked himself. No, he wouldn... He was snapped out of his chain of thoughts by a fist connecting to the side of his head. Harry forced himself not to cry out as the next blow came. But the third one knocked him off his feet and he whimpered softly.
"What boy? Not used to a little pain?" His Uncle asked, laughing.
As Harry tried to get up a boot connected with his chest and he was knocked back to the floor. It was hard to breathe and Harry suspected that at least one rib was broken.
Suddenly Dudley came into the room.
"What are you doing dad?" He asked. "Giving the boy what he deserves." His father answered. Dudley grinned evilly and walked over, clutching his Smelting's stick firmly.
Suddenly, the stick came down on Harry's chest. Hard. Harry yelped in pain and both Uncle Vernon and Dudley laughed.
Another hit from the stick made Harry roll over on his side to try and protect himself. Uncle Vermon's boot connected with Harry's spinal cord and Harry straightened out as the tears came freely now.
Another kick caught him in the chest. Then another to his back and a few more to his sides and a hard blow from the stick to his face, right across the bridge of his nose.
Harry was dimly aware of Uncle Vernon grabbing a vase off the table until it came smashing down on Harry's head. Harry screamed out in pain as the broken parts of the glass vase cut into him, leaving blood dripping down his face.
"QUIET!" His Uncle roared.
Uncle Vernon's boot caught Harry in the chest again attempting to quiet him, but it only made him scream louder.
Harry was dimly aware of his uncle taking his belt off until it came down hard on his back. Harry screamed.
"QUIET!" his uncle screamed.
Harry felt another 25 whips of the belt on his back and chest before his uncle finally stopped.
Harry wimpered.
"SHUT UP YOU FOOL!" Uncle Vernon roared, slapping Harry across the face over and over again as Dudley kept smacking Harry in the chest with his Smelting's stick, never in the same place as the last.
Uncle Vernon roughly dropped Harry to the floor, making Dudley's last hit connect right with Harry's forehead.
"Dudley, let me know when your through with him and I'll finish up." Uncle Vernon said and left the room.
Dudley kick and punched and hit Harry for a good 10 minutes before he called his father.
"Good, very good." Harry heard his uncle praising Dudley. "Now go watch T.V., I have some finishing up to do with Him."
Vernon grabbed Harry and dragged him up the stairs, into Dudley's second bedroom, and threw him onto the bed.
The last thing Harry was aware of was his uncle's weight on top of him, and a searing pain, before complete blackness.
A/N: Okay, some of you might notice that this is extremely like She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named story. Well, I'm her. Hehe, leave it to me to A.) Forget my password to get in. b.) forget my password to my e-mail which I used to create the account, and c.) forget my login info to retrieve that info.
So, basically, this will hopefully be the entire story... If I have time. I combined the first two chapters into this one, and changed a lot of it around. So, we'll see how it goes.
Please please please review!!!!!!!!!! I need reviews! I promise to update a lot faster than before. The more reviews, the faster the chapters... Hint hint.
KaceyRat
"I'm up." Harry said sleepily. Harry sighed as he got up and got dressed. Dudley's birthday. How could I have forgotten?
"UP!" Came the shout from downstairs. "And don't even think of saying anything about your, your... You KNOW!"
As Harry cooked breakfast, which he knew he would get very little, if any of, his mind drifted back to the previous year. Harry blamed himself for Cedric's death. If he hadn't told him to take the cup together, then Cedric would still be alive. Last year had been horrible for Harry and with the Dursley's was the last place he wanted to be right now. Now his mind drifted to what Dumbledore had told Sirius to do at the end of the year in the Hospital Wing...
"You are to alert Remus Lupin, Arabella Figg, Mundungus Fletcher--- the old crowd. Lie low at Lupin's for a while; I will contact you there."
Arabella Figg. could that be he Mrs. Figg that used to watch him when the Dursley's were gone? Harry thought to himself.
SMACK! Harry fell to the ground and looked up at Uncle Vernon, clutching the side of his face which was stinging.
"You burned Dudley's breakfast!" Uncle Vernon yelled at him. "Your Aunt specifically told you not to and you go and do! You ungrateful little..." Uncle Vernon went on and on with the same old speech he had told Harry forever. " Now get to your room! While we are gone today you will have a longer list of chores to do and if they aren't done by the time we get back I'll give you what you have deserved for a long time boy!"
Harry retreated to his room. Uncle Vernon had never slapped him before, not once! 'He has been acting weird while I've been here.' Harry thought. And he let it go at that. It was only a little bruise right?
When Harry heard the car engine come to life and roar down the street he waited until he couldn't hear, nor see it anymore then went down and got the list of things to do.
"What!" Harry said in shock. For the list was 3 times as long as it usually was. 'How can I get this all done before they get back?' He wondered. Well, he might as well get started.
~*~
Wash the dishes
Wash ALL the windows in the house except YOURS.
Vacuum the entire house except your room.
Paint the back fence.
Weed front, back, and side gardens.
Dust the entire house.
Take out the garbage.
Wash both cars that are remaining.
Clean Dudley's room.
Clean both bathrooms downstairs and upstairs.
Wash kitchen floor.
Fix broken gate.
Harry sighed as he got to work washing the dishes.
How do they expect me to get all of that done while they're gone for 5 hours? He thought to himself. The Dursley's could be such a pain.
Harry finished everything that he had to do inside then headed outside with 3 hours left to spare. He decided to wash the cars first, thinking it would take the least amount of time. Harry got out the soap and sponge and bucket and dragged them over to where the hose was. He didn't get why they needed 3 cars, but was glad he only had to do the 2 there.
It was unusually hot outside for England and Harry was already starting to sweat and he had just gotten started. Why does it have to be so hot out TODAY? He asked no one in particular.
"Because it is." Hissed a voice making Harry jump. It was a snake.
"Thanks for the help." Harry hissed back and continued on his way.
Harry was wet with sweat when he was done, and water. He got everything else done and headed out to paint the back fence, the last thing on his list, with 45 minutes left.
Harry was only a quarter of the way through with his painting when he heard the Dursley's car turning in to the drive way.
Oh NO! He thought to himself. And he hurried to get as much done as possible. By the time Uncle Vernon came out to check on him, Harry wasn't even half-way done.
"BOY!" Uncle Vernon roared. "I TOLD YOU TO HAVE THIS FENCE PAINTED! NOT ALMOST HALF OF IT! WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING ALL DAY YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING LITTLE ROTTEN SCUM!!! LAZY THAT'S IT! PLAIN LAZY! JUST LIKE YOUR PARENTS! WELL NOW YOUR GOING TO GET WHAT YOU HAVE BEEN ASKING FOR FOR YEARS BOY!"
And with that he dragged Harry into the house and into the living room.
~*~
Uncle Vernon slammed Harry into the wall.
"You've been asking for this for a long time now boy." He growled dangerously. "And now your going to get it.
Harry felt himself pale. No. Uncle Vernon wouldn't go that far would he? He asked himself. No, he wouldn... He was snapped out of his chain of thoughts by a fist connecting to the side of his head. Harry forced himself not to cry out as the next blow came. But the third one knocked him off his feet and he whimpered softly.
"What boy? Not used to a little pain?" His Uncle asked, laughing.
As Harry tried to get up a boot connected with his chest and he was knocked back to the floor. It was hard to breathe and Harry suspected that at least one rib was broken.
Suddenly Dudley came into the room.
"What are you doing dad?" He asked. "Giving the boy what he deserves." His father answered. Dudley grinned evilly and walked over, clutching his Smelting's stick firmly.
Suddenly, the stick came down on Harry's chest. Hard. Harry yelped in pain and both Uncle Vernon and Dudley laughed.
Another hit from the stick made Harry roll over on his side to try and protect himself. Uncle Vermon's boot connected with Harry's spinal cord and Harry straightened out as the tears came freely now.
Another kick caught him in the chest. Then another to his back and a few more to his sides and a hard blow from the stick to his face, right across the bridge of his nose.
Harry was dimly aware of Uncle Vernon grabbing a vase off the table until it came smashing down on Harry's head. Harry screamed out in pain as the broken parts of the glass vase cut into him, leaving blood dripping down his face.
"QUIET!" His Uncle roared.
Uncle Vernon's boot caught Harry in the chest again attempting to quiet him, but it only made him scream louder.
Harry was dimly aware of his uncle taking his belt off until it came down hard on his back. Harry screamed.
"QUIET!" his uncle screamed.
Harry felt another 25 whips of the belt on his back and chest before his uncle finally stopped.
Harry wimpered.
"SHUT UP YOU FOOL!" Uncle Vernon roared, slapping Harry across the face over and over again as Dudley kept smacking Harry in the chest with his Smelting's stick, never in the same place as the last.
Uncle Vernon roughly dropped Harry to the floor, making Dudley's last hit connect right with Harry's forehead.
"Dudley, let me know when your through with him and I'll finish up." Uncle Vernon said and left the room.
Dudley kick and punched and hit Harry for a good 10 minutes before he called his father.
"Good, very good." Harry heard his uncle praising Dudley. "Now go watch T.V., I have some finishing up to do with Him."
Vernon grabbed Harry and dragged him up the stairs, into Dudley's second bedroom, and threw him onto the bed.
The last thing Harry was aware of was his uncle's weight on top of him, and a searing pain, before complete blackness.
A/N: Okay, some of you might notice that this is extremely like She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named story. Well, I'm her. Hehe, leave it to me to A.) Forget my password to get in. b.) forget my password to my e-mail which I used to create the account, and c.) forget my login info to retrieve that info.
So, basically, this will hopefully be the entire story... If I have time. I combined the first two chapters into this one, and changed a lot of it around. So, we'll see how it goes.
Please please please review!!!!!!!!!! I need reviews! I promise to update a lot faster than before. The more reviews, the faster the chapters... Hint hint.
KaceyRat