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"Get your Lazy ass down here boy before I come up to bring you down!!!" Harry awoke with a start. He had barely slept for two hours, dreams of Sirius' death and the pain and agony he had felt, hunting his dreams and waking him every now and then.
Somehow Harry managed to get himself out of his bed and down the stairs but that was already enough to make him feel exhausted.
It had been only some days since had returned 'home' to private drive number four but over this time he hadn't eaten one thing. He just felt as if he had to throw up, even when he could only see or smell food, plus his relatives had many chores for him every day.
They had taken care that Harry send a letter to his friends every three days, but he still hadn't received one, neither from Ron nor Hermione, Remus or Tonks or whoever.
Hedwig was out catching herself some food.
When Harry entered the kitchen none looked up but Harry saw the list of his chores already laying on the table so he silently took it and started to read:
weed Clean the Attic clean Dudley's room repair the Vacuum cleaner paint the garden shelter wash the car clean the windows go out with Mr. Cater's dog (Private Drive number 18) at 18.30 clean the all floors tidy up the cellar
Harry groaned after he had read the whole list. It would take hours if not days to do all of his but he knew better than to discuss that with the Dursley's so he just got started.
When only chore Number eight was left he thought about running away suddenly. He knew what would happen if his uncle came home but he just couldn't endure it any longer so he walked to his aunt.
"Aunt Petunia?" "Hmm?" "Is Mr. Carter going to give me some money for taking his dog out?" "Yeah! But your uncle knows how much so don't dare to think about stealing the money!" Harry nodded his head and turned around and headed up into his room.
Out of impulse he packed together all the things he would need means: wand and some cloths. He had already done all of his Homework because he had barely found any sleep but he didn't want to let it here, knowing only too good that Aunt Petunia would notice when he would take it with him but then he remembered his broom and started to grin at himself.
Exactly 18.20 he told his aunt that he would take out Mr. Carter's and left with only a small rucksack that was filled with everything he needed.
Arriving at Mr. Carter's house he could see the man standing in the back yard. When he noticed Harry he waved him over to him so Harry walked there.
Mr. Carter was already very old and normally his granddaughter would take the dog for a walk but she was at a meeting with her family at the moment so the old man had please Vermon if his son couldn't do him the favour and he agreed but he told him that Harry would do that job.
Mr. Carter's house was far too big for only one person living there, that was why his granddaughter and her family lived there as well, for what the old man was thankful.
"Here boy and please take care of him, he can be very stubborn from time to time but he is a lovely little thing." Harry saw Mr. Carter for the first time now he was a bit smaller than Harry and his back wasn't straight anymore, his hair was white and thin. He was wearing normal cloths as many older Muggle Harry knew.
He had only met this man some moments ago, but he already thought that he was sympatric.
"How long shall I walk with the dog Sir? And what is his name by the way?" Harry asked politely. The old man smiled "I totally forgot to tell you didn't I? I am getting old so for the name it is Greg and he likes long hours walks, so I have told your uncle. Three hours at least if that isn't too much for you!"
"That should be no problem." Mr Cater smiled at that and gave the dog to Harry who was suddenly remembered to Snuffles because the dog looked exactly as his godfather's Animagus form. Taking himself out of those thoughts he bid Mr. Carter his good bye and left.
Harry couldn't only walk, looking down at the dog he was remembered at the first time he had seen his godfather so he started to run faster and faster. He did so for hours, even though he was completely exhausted he didn't care he just wanted to feel his muscles scream in pain so he could forget the pain in his heart.
Around 23.00 he knocked on Mr. Carter's door. When the old man opened the door and saw his dog he thanked Harry "It seems you have been running with him quiet some times, that is exactly what he needed. I told you Uncle you would get ten pounds but seeing that you have taken care of him good here."
Harry looked at the twenty pounds in his hand. 'This man must be rich like shit if he gives me so much for taking out his dog!' Harry thought but then he started to grin. His relatives would be asleep by now so he could do what he had planed now. He headed back to Privat Drive number four and walked into the backyard.
Walking over to the house he could see his window and then he knew what to do. He started to stretch out his arms like a blind man and finally he felt something he couldn't see and pulled his invisible cloak away.
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"Get your Lazy ass down here boy before I come up to bring you down!!!" Harry awoke with a start. He had barely slept for two hours, dreams of Sirius' death and the pain and agony he had felt, hunting his dreams and waking him every now and then.
Somehow Harry managed to get himself out of his bed and down the stairs but that was already enough to make him feel exhausted.
It had been only some days since had returned 'home' to private drive number four but over this time he hadn't eaten one thing. He just felt as if he had to throw up, even when he could only see or smell food, plus his relatives had many chores for him every day.
They had taken care that Harry send a letter to his friends every three days, but he still hadn't received one, neither from Ron nor Hermione, Remus or Tonks or whoever.
Hedwig was out catching herself some food.
When Harry entered the kitchen none looked up but Harry saw the list of his chores already laying on the table so he silently took it and started to read:
weed Clean the Attic clean Dudley's room repair the Vacuum cleaner paint the garden shelter wash the car clean the windows go out with Mr. Cater's dog (Private Drive number 18) at 18.30 clean the all floors tidy up the cellar
Harry groaned after he had read the whole list. It would take hours if not days to do all of his but he knew better than to discuss that with the Dursley's so he just got started.
When only chore Number eight was left he thought about running away suddenly. He knew what would happen if his uncle came home but he just couldn't endure it any longer so he walked to his aunt.
"Aunt Petunia?" "Hmm?" "Is Mr. Carter going to give me some money for taking his dog out?" "Yeah! But your uncle knows how much so don't dare to think about stealing the money!" Harry nodded his head and turned around and headed up into his room.
Out of impulse he packed together all the things he would need means: wand and some cloths. He had already done all of his Homework because he had barely found any sleep but he didn't want to let it here, knowing only too good that Aunt Petunia would notice when he would take it with him but then he remembered his broom and started to grin at himself.
Exactly 18.20 he told his aunt that he would take out Mr. Carter's and left with only a small rucksack that was filled with everything he needed.
Arriving at Mr. Carter's house he could see the man standing in the back yard. When he noticed Harry he waved him over to him so Harry walked there.
Mr. Carter was already very old and normally his granddaughter would take the dog for a walk but she was at a meeting with her family at the moment so the old man had please Vermon if his son couldn't do him the favour and he agreed but he told him that Harry would do that job.
Mr. Carter's house was far too big for only one person living there, that was why his granddaughter and her family lived there as well, for what the old man was thankful.
"Here boy and please take care of him, he can be very stubborn from time to time but he is a lovely little thing." Harry saw Mr. Carter for the first time now he was a bit smaller than Harry and his back wasn't straight anymore, his hair was white and thin. He was wearing normal cloths as many older Muggle Harry knew.
He had only met this man some moments ago, but he already thought that he was sympatric.
"How long shall I walk with the dog Sir? And what is his name by the way?" Harry asked politely. The old man smiled "I totally forgot to tell you didn't I? I am getting old so for the name it is Greg and he likes long hours walks, so I have told your uncle. Three hours at least if that isn't too much for you!"
"That should be no problem." Mr Cater smiled at that and gave the dog to Harry who was suddenly remembered to Snuffles because the dog looked exactly as his godfather's Animagus form. Taking himself out of those thoughts he bid Mr. Carter his good bye and left.
Harry couldn't only walk, looking down at the dog he was remembered at the first time he had seen his godfather so he started to run faster and faster. He did so for hours, even though he was completely exhausted he didn't care he just wanted to feel his muscles scream in pain so he could forget the pain in his heart.
Around 23.00 he knocked on Mr. Carter's door. When the old man opened the door and saw his dog he thanked Harry "It seems you have been running with him quiet some times, that is exactly what he needed. I told you Uncle you would get ten pounds but seeing that you have taken care of him good here."
Harry looked at the twenty pounds in his hand. 'This man must be rich like shit if he gives me so much for taking out his dog!' Harry thought but then he started to grin. His relatives would be asleep by now so he could do what he had planed now. He headed back to Privat Drive number four and walked into the backyard.
Walking over to the house he could see his window and then he knew what to do. He started to stretch out his arms like a blind man and finally he felt something he couldn't see and pulled his invisible cloak away.
