Hi before I forget none of these characters are mine they all belong to the wonderful JKRowling

Harry Potter and his final wish

Chapter 1

Harry Potter was no ordinary boy, he had just finished his fourth year of Hogwarts and was staying at the Dursley's his Aunt's family who really hated him.

For the third time this week a skinny, short black haired boy was weeding the garden for his Aunt, Petunia Dursley at number 4 Privet Drive. Most people did not notice him as he was a teenager and not worth their time, as they knew he was a troublemaker. What they did not know was that he worked everyday from sunrise till sunset regardless of any pain he was suffering from.

How wrong they were.

Harry Potter wasn't like most teenagers his age, no he was in fact the only wizard who had ever survived the killing curse which Lord Voldemort had cursed him with. Currently he is a student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Nobody knew of this in his neighbour hood except for his Aunt and Uncle who lied to everybody who even dared to ask them where he went to school.

Harry was very proud of his heritage but no this summer. Ron Weasley had tried to call his best friend but unfortunately for him his Uncle Vernon Dursley had answered the phone which turned out to be one shouting match of the century. Harry was punished severely by his Uncle who kept on muttering about "abnormality" and "freakishness". He still had the bruises from that punishment which was awful for him because he had so many chores to do around the house.

The night after the "phone call incident" Harry had sent his owl to his very intelligent friend who loved owl Hermione Granger. Since then Harry had no contact to the outside world and had a strict chore list to be completed before his uncle came home from work, if he did not complete this he would be punished.

This was three weeks ago and his chores were just getting longer.

In addition to the heavy chore work, he had homework to do which he did during the late night hours which left him exhausted the next day.

Harry let out an exhausted sigh as his wiped the sweat off of his forehead with his sleeve.

Today was not going to be any different from the past few days it had been really hot which made it even worse for Harry. His Aunt and Dudley were out doing whatever they did just as long as they were gone Harry was more than happy.

Finally finishing the garden, Harry sat down on the lawn, wincing in pain as he did so, and pulled out the list of chores from his pocket. It was late afternoon and he still needed to clean the garage and make dinner. If the wizarding world could only see me now, he thought bitterly.

Knowing he couldn't wait much longer, Harry put the list back in his pocket and slowly stood up. The garage was going to take at least a few hours, possibly longer considering how sore his ribs were today. It amazed Harry how quickly three people could mess things up. Cleaning the garage was a weekly chore.

Harry let out another sigh as he slowly limped to the garage, his right leg throbbing in pain. He was certain Uncle Vernon had broken a bone and since it had been 'Harry's fault', medical attention was out of the question. Deep down Harry was starting to wonder if it was indeed his fault. His uncle had been strict and harsh before but never like this. How could one simple phone call push a man to the extreme?

Like every night, Harry served dinner for his 'family' then went outside to eat a sandwich he had made for himself. He knew better than to hope for any leftovers, especially with Dudley eating like he was. Despite his diet, Dudley was still as fat as ever and didn't look like he would be losing any weight soon.

Lying down on the lawn and looking up at the stars, Harry silently told himself that it could always get worse. He knew he was going to have a hard time explaining his injuries as it was. How many people would believe the 'I fell down the stairs' excuse?

"POTTER"

Uncle Vernon's shouting voice brought Harry back to the present. Standing up, Harry was unable to suppress a wince as pain flared from his ribs. Not wanting to endure any more yelling or punishment, Harry hurried back into the house where he spent the next hour and a half cleaning the kitchen. He knew the routine by now. If the kitchen wasn't spotless, he was punished. Basically, if Harry did anything besides acting like an obedient house elf, or else he would be punished.

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