AN1: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters, that honor belongs to J.K. Rowling.

AN2: Thank you MichiruKaio for your review. I had debated on whether to include some scenes that are quite depraved, and I had decided that I didn't want them, but I do know that I need more details and descriptions. So, I will include them because I do want this story to be a strong one.

AN3: Thank you aidansidhe for your review. I knew that that was not right, but I just could not for the life of me remember that it was indeed Dagworth-Granger. Again, thank you.

Chapter 1 – House Elf Harry

"Get up, get up. You must watch the bacon, and don't you dare let it burn, boy. I want everything to be perfect for my little Duddikins birthday," screeched Aunt Petunia through the cupboard door.

Six-year-old Harry Potter rolled his eyes at the back of the door and started to get up. He knew that this day would be one of the days that he would be able to get out of his relatives' house, and he was looking forward to it even though it would be spent with Ms. Figg and her countless cats. At least he would be able to avoid his oversized cousin, Dudley Dursley. He had no idea that his life was about to change in just a few hours' time.

"Mummy, I don't want bacon today, I want sausage," pouted Dudley, with a grin towards Harry when his mother wasn't looking.

"You heard him boy, my Duddikins wants sausage for his birthday," Petunia said, glaring at Harry as if he had fried the wrong thing on purpose to ruin the pig's birthday.

Harry turned back to the skillet and rolled his eyes, "Yes Aunt Petunia." Knowing that he probably would not get anything to eat if he was not compliant towards his relatives, Harry ducked his head and walked to the refrigerator to get the sausage. As he opened the butcher paper and began to roll the sausages into patties to be fried he did his best to cover the sound of his grumbling stomach with the movement of the pan onto the fire. He thought that he had succeeded until his uncle gruffly said, "And don't you dare even think about stealing any of this food that I work so hard for. If you do a well enough job on breakfast and your other chores, I will consent to you having some bread and water. However, if one thing goes wrong on Dudder's birthday you will spend a week in your cupboard with no meals. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes Sir, Uncle Vernon," Harry said with his eyes cast down at his feet, meekly.

Unbeknownst to Harry, Uncle Vernon looked at Harry with hunger in his eyes at his answer, and it had nothing to do with his stomach. Uncle Vernon knew however that he would have to wait until the family came back from the zoo and his wife and son went to bed so he could sate his hunger with the boy. This would be the first time that he will use the boy for his lusts, but he hopes that it will not be the last. Vernon was pulled out of his daydream by his wife saying his name worriedly.

"Vernon, we have a problem. Ms. Figg can't take him today, she fell and broke her leg. What are we going to do with him?" Petunia said, pointing her chin towards Harry angrily.

"Well, we could take to him Marge's," Vernon said, hesitantly.

"Don't be silly, she can't stand the boy, Vernon. We could leave him here, I could give him a list of chores that he must complete to receive dinner," Petunia said, scowling at Harry as if he planned this.

Vernon turned to Harry and gave him a look of pure malice. "Boy you will complete every chore to your Aunts standards or you will regret the day you were ever dropped on our doorstep."

"Yes Sir, Uncle Vernon," Harry meekly said, with his eyes on the sausage that he was plating. Harry plated the sausage and placed it carefully on the table in front of Dudley, being sure to keep his eyes down and his free hand behind his back. After Dudley was served first because it was his birthday, he quickly went back to the stove to begin frying sausage and eggs for his Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, although his aunt had a noticeably smaller portion than either his uncle or cousin.

Before the Dursleys left the house, Uncle Vernon grabbed Harry by the back of the neck and pulled him around to face him, "Remember boy, every chore. If you do a good job, not only will you receive dinner, but you will also receive a reward tonight."

Harry carefully kept his eyes down, looking at his uncle's chest, "Yes Sir, Uncle Vernon."

As the Dursley's car pulled out of the driveway and down the street, Harry shuddered. Something in Vernon's promise of a reward sounded more like a threat, and a creepy one at that. There was nothing Harry could do about it, so he pulled the list out of his pocket and went to clean the kitchen before going to the garden and weeding before it warmed up too much. As Harry was watering the garden with the hose, he bent his head down and drank a little from the hose, just enough to wet his tongue and to keep from getting too overheated. He knew that even with the Dursleys gone for the day, water from the hose was the only thing that he could risk ingesting until given permission by his aunt and uncle. His uncle worked hard for the money that he brought home and he knew that he did not deserve to receive any of the fruits of that money unless he proved himself worthy through his chores and manners. So, he only stole a few mouthfuls of water from the hose when the Dursleys weren't looking so that he could continue to prove himself without falling ill from the heat.

By the time the Dursleys arrived home, Harry had cleaned the kitchen, weeded and watered the garden, mowed the lawn, cleaned the whole house including his cupboard, Dudley's room, and his aunt and uncle's room, and done the laundry. Aunt Petunia unlocked the front door and walked in, looking around with a practiced eye, searching for anything that the little freak had missed or ruined. The further into the house she got, the angrier she seemed to get for the entire house was spotless and she noticed before entering the house that the lawn and garden looked award-winning. Petunia had been hoping that she would be able to deprive the cretin of food again tonight, but that did not look to be in the cards today; she walked into the kitchen and to the pantry and grabbed the stale bread and filled a glass with water, no ice, and called the freak to the table. When Harry walked into the kitchen he found three pieces of stale bread and a glass of water sitting on the table for him, but he stood in front of the chair until given permission before meekly saying, "Thank you, Aunt Petunia," and sliding into the chair to enjoy his dinner.

"Go to your cupboard, freak. You are not permitted out again tonight," Aunt Petunia ordered, after Harry had finished his dinner and washed his dinner dishes and set them on the drain board to dry. "Yes Ma'am, Aunt Petunia," Harry said meekly, keeping his eyes on the floor as he walked to his cupboard. Petunia followed him to place the padlock on the cupboard door.

"Yes Ma'am, Aunt Petunia," Harry said meekly, keeping his eyes on the floor as he walked to his cupboard. Petunia followed him to place the padlock on the cupboard door.

AN4: Thank you to thank you to all who reviewed, please to not hate me for the changes that I have made to the story. I promise that most of what was in the original draft will happen, but you may have to wait a few chapters.