Harry lay on his bed at his aunt and uncles home. He didn't know how long he had been laying there but he was sure that from the smell of his clothes that it had to be for a week at least. He had sent Hedwig to Ron's so that way he didn't have to worry about trying to feed her when he knew that his family wouldn't be feeding him much if at all.
He knew that they probably had forgotten about him even being there by now. But as he sat up and looked around he noticed that his aunt had to have remembered as there was food that had be slid thought the cat flap in his door. He couldn't bring himself to care as all he could think about was the fact that his Godfather was dead and that he had to become a murder just to get away from the evil maniac who wanted to kill him ever since he was a baby.
As he lay there rethinking everything that had happened to him in his life time, he heard loud thumping footsteps coming up the stairs. He knew it was either his uncle or cousin and hoped that they would just walk on by his door forgetting that he was even in there.
He knew it was too good to be true as he heard the locks slide out of place. The door slammed open and as he looked over his shoulder he could see his purple faced uncle standing there huffing and puffing trying to catch his breathe to even say what it was he came up there to bellow at him for.
"BOY!" his uncle bellowed.
He contemplated on whether he should even answer him. But knew that if he wanted to keep things from going south that he should probably answer.
"yes, uncle Vernon?" He asked. But could tell that was the wrong thing to do because it came out as a question and not an acknowledgment of the fact that he knew his uncle was there.
"Boy, I told you not to ask questions! Now if you don't get your good for nothing arse out of here this instant I will come in there and make your life the living hell you pretend that it is now. You're not going to be up here forgetting all about your chores. You better have everything done by the time I get home tonight, or you will have me to deal with when I get home." Vernon said with spit flying out of his mouth.
Harry wondered why it was that every time his uncle talked that he always turned red. Maybe he was holding his breathe between every sentence.
"OK, sir." Harry said while getting up and heading for the door.
"Boy change those clothes I don't want you smelling up the whole house." His uncle said as he turned around and went down stairs to leave for work.
Harry shut his door and went to his trunk to find a clean pair of pants and shirt. Once he was dressed he headed down stairs to find his aunt and cousin in the kitchen eating the breakfast he knew he was supposed to cook. He knew that it meant that he would get at least a good yelling at due to the fact his aunt had to cook.
"Boy, here's the list of chores Vernon wants done by the time he gets home tonight. I will let it sild that you didn't cook the breakfast, but you better have the lunch and dinner cooked or else Vernon will find out about it." His aunt said with a very sour look on her face.
Harry took the list and looked it over. 'Great all out door chores. Well at least it doesn't look to be to hot out there. I wonder if I could swipe some food before I go out.' He thought. His aunt watched him as he looked over the list.
"Don't you think of taking any of this food boy! You didn't cook it, so you don't get to eat any of it." His aunt said as if she could read his mind.
"Yes, aunt Petunia." Harry said meekly.
He turned around and headed out side to start his chores. Knowing that he could at least get some cold water out of the garden hose so at least he could have as much of that as he wanted.
He worked outside for hours in the cool morning air while keeping an eye out for his aunt and he whale of a cousin. While he worked in the flower beds he couldn't help but go over his years in Hogwarts.
'First year, lets see my letters were addressed to the cupboard under the stairs so someone had to know at least that I wasn't being treated good. That would fall either on Dumbledore or McGonagall so one or both had to know about the situation he was living in or at least part of it. Then there was Hagrid, not that him coming to get me was a bad thing I mean he was very nice to me. But what I found out from Hermione a professor was supposed to be the one to come get a muggle born or muggle raised wizard. So why was he sent, also why was it that he wasn't given any introduction to the wizarding world. Even though he was born there he should have still got some sort of introduction pamphlets.'
'Then there was the Weasley's why was Mrs. Weasley acting like she didn't know how to get to platform 9 ¾. Why would she be talking about muggles and the platform so loudly when their world was supposed to be kept secret. The only thing I can think of is they must have known that I would be coming though there at that time. Dumbledore had to have told them. So, if that was the case then Ron was most likely set up to become my friend. I always knew he wasn't the best of friend, but I didn't know that he would be either paid to be friend me or made to be friend me due to my fame. But then that would also explain why he would get so jealous of the amount of money I have in my vault.
But he had to have known that that was all I had to live on. I have to go though 7 years of school and pay for everything that I might need in the 9 to 10 months that I am in the wizarding world. So, lets see what's next, Hermione the only friend who stuck by me thought everything even when my name was put into the goblet of fire. So, what's next, oh right the stone, me and Hermione already figured that out it had to be a test. Dumbledore wouldn't have gotten Hagrid to get it out of Gringotts with me there unless he wanted me to be curious about it. If that's the case, then that's why Hagrid would let slip certain things that would get us even more interested in the stone. That would also explain why 3 first years were able to get past all the "protections" placed on the stone. Then there's Quirrell Dumbledore had to have knew that he had old Voldie in the back of his head. Unless Dumbledore wasn't as all powerful as everyone claims him to be. But still Dumbledore had to know something was wrong.'
As Harry cooked the lunch for his aunt and cousin he couldn't help but think about his most hated professor one Severus Snape. 'Why did he hate me so much I mean he didn't even know me in first year but belittled me anyways. I mean yes, my father treated me awful and really he didn't deserve it but honestly it wasn't my fault it happened. Maybe if I tried to be more like my mother he would be more kind to me. Probably not but I should still make sure I try a little harder this year, no more slacking off.'
He made sure to burn just a little bit of the lunch so that way he knew he would at least be able to eat a bit of food before having to go back out into the pouring rain and weed the herb garden and the vegetable garden. Why his aunt even had them he didn't know she didn't look after them while he was gone they just became over grown and took him almost a whole day to even get them back to the way they should be.
"Don't you dare eat that burned food boy! I know you burnt it on purpose, so it will be tossed out. Your lunch is on the chopping board." His aunt bellowed as he was about to eat the bit of burnt potato soup.
He looked over to the chopping board and seen that he would be having old bread and moldy cheese and a glass of warm water. It wouldn't be enough to even hold him over until dinner, but he knew if he wanted to eat dinner then he would have to eat what was given to him and hurry back outside to finish off his weeding.
Once back outside he started weeding the gardens but as it was a very dual task that he knew he could do blindfolded he decided to go over the rest his years at Hogwarts. 'Second year was pretty straight forward until i started hearing voices. But if I could hear the hissing and make it out to being words then why didn't Ron and Hermione even hear the hissing, also why was it that it took a second year to figure out what was causing all the issues when there were lots of adults in the building who would of went to the library and found out what it was that was causing all the issues. Dumbledore had to have known what was going on he's the headmaster, so again I can say that it was again another way to test me. Even though Dumbledore didn't know it was going to happen but used it as a way test me. So why was it that I needed to be tested. Was it because of the dang prophecy that he just decided to drop on my lap right after my Godfather died.
Ok so I was tested those two years, but I guess that brings me to third year. Well that wasn't even a test or something that could have been stopped or even blamed on Dumbledore. Well I can blame he for what happened to Sirius. He could have demanded him to have a fair trial and not be kissed right away. But no, he had to get me and Hermione to go back in time to fix something that could of ended up differently if he wanted to at least speak up and put his foot done. So, because of him I was forced to come back to this hell hole and be used as a house elf after every year.'
He switched from the herb garden to the vegetable garden while thinking about his fourth year. 'So, fourth year lets see I get put into the goblet of fire against my will and finally see Ron for who he really is. Dumbledore could have changed the outcome of the damn goblet he could have enforced the rules but no he decided he needed to use it as again another test. So, bring on first task, what the hell were they thinking using mother dragons or hell dragons in the first place. So, lets see dragons Dumbledore would have approved that because he knew I could talk to Charlie and find out all I could about them. But I didn't get to talk to him hell I didn't even find out anything about them until I found out what the first task would be.
So, I get the egg and try not to get killed. Then that stupid Reta Skeeter and her articles about me. Maybe there's a way I can get her slander investigated when ever I go to Gringotts again. Ok so second task, why in the hell would they think Ron was my most prized friend. I mean we were fighting almost the whole year until then. If I would have been asked, then it would be Hermione as my most treasured friend. Why would they even think that she was Krum's most treasured friend or whatever he didn't really know her or well I don't think he did. Ok so I ended up saving Ron and Fleur's little sister. I should of knew that they wouldn't have died down there but I guess it was my saving people thing that Hermione seems to think I have. Then that brings us to the Yule ball, what in the hell was I thinking in taking Parvati to the dang ball. I guess I could have asked someone else but with me being so head over heels for Cho (again what in the hell was I thinking) I settled for second best, but I suppose I could of tried harder to learn how to dance. But again, I also could have asked Cho when I first found out about it. Ok so third task, not so bad unless you factor in the other champions trying to take each other out. Then there's Hagrid's critters another test now that I think of it. Then getting to the cup and asking Cedric to take it with me I should of just took it by myself then he would still be here, and his family wouldn't have had to deal with his death. So now on to the hell I had to witness with Voldie coming back. I can't really blame that on Dumbledore, but I can blame the face that Moody wasn't even the read one he was an imposter.
If he was supposed to be a very close friend to Dumbledore, then why didn't he know that Crunch was impersonating him. He claims that he didn't know so if that's the case then Crunch had to have been watching Moody for a long time to get everything about him down pact. Then this brings me to that summer again sent back to the Dursley's and treated a bit better this time due to them fearing my serial killer Godfather.'
Noticing the time, he was glad that then vegetable garden was so small as it didn't take him that long to finish it. He whipped all the dirt off his clothes as best as he could and headed in to cook dinner.
While washing his hands he heard his uncle's car pulling into the drive way. Figuring he should make it look like he's being inside for a bit he quickly got to work on the dinner.
"BOY! You should have had that dinner finished by now!" His uncle bellowed as he came into the kitchen. Knowing that if he said anything he would get smacked he decided to bite his tongue and not say a word while he cooked dinner.
"Petunia my darling did the freak get everything done that was on the list?" Vernon asked with a sickly-sweet voice.
"Only the outdoor chores dear. He took forever even getting those done. So I had to do all the inside chores. I even had to clean the ungrateful brats room!" Petunia said evilly.
"BOY! What is the meaning of this. Your aunt had to do all your inside chores! Boy you will finish cooking our dinner then you will stand by the sink and watch us eat it. Once we are done eating you will wash all the dishes and clean the floor with soap water and a scrub brush. Then I want you to go up to your room and wait for me there." Vernon said while turning a very scary shade of purple
"Yes, Sir." Harry said knowing not to point out that there were only outside chores on the list that morning.
When he was finished cooking he stood by the sink like he was told to and waited trying not think about how hungry he was. Finally, after what felt like hours but really was only 20 mins he got the dishes cleaned up and headed to get the cleaning supplies for the floor. Knowing that he wouldn't be aloud to use the big scrub brush he grabbed the one that was just bigger then a toothbrush and started cleaning the floor.
3 hours later the headed up to his room to wait for his uncle. He knew what was going to happen his uncle would yell and hit him a couple times then leave. It was the same thing every year a small beating and a bunch of yelling before he would be aloud to sleep.
Harry laid on his bed and waited for his uncle to come up. As he waited he thought over his last year. 'Fifth year, everything seemed to be going ok until I had to do Occlumency with Snape. I don't know what he thought I didn't even know what he was talking about. Every time I tried to find someone about Occlumency in the library all the books on the subject was gone. I wonder if Dumbledore did that on purpose. Did he want my mine more open to Voldie? Did he hope something would happen for the greater good?'
Harry heard his uncle come up the steps, so he got up and stood in the middle of the room in hopes that his uncle wouldn't be to hard with him.
The door slammed open and his uncle stormed in. Huffing and puffing from the walk up the steps.
"Boy, this is how things are going to go. You will do everything that's wrote down on our lists then you will do everything else that needs to be done along with all the cleaning in her and all the cooking. Once everything is done you will come up here to get your end of the day meal. You will not be eating in between cooking and cleaning. You can only have 3 glasses of water a day and one will be with your meal. If I think you deserve punishment, then you will be told to come up here and wait for me. Your punishment will be what ever I want." His uncle said with a evil look on his face.
"Yes, uncle Vernon." Harry said. Thinking that things could have been worse.
"Now as for your punishment tonight, well the yelling and the swats I have been giving you these last few years haven't worked so were going to try something a little different. You won't be eating tonight nor, will you be having anything to drink. You will not be allowed to leave this room for the rest of the evening." His uncle snarled while punching him in the stomach.
Vernon hit him so many times this way that Harry just put it out of his mind like nothing at all was happening. Until he heard his uncle his belt.
"Uncle Vernon wh... what are you doing?" Harry asked. When he glanced up at his uncle from the bedroom floor he knew that was the wrong thing to ask. As the belt cracked down on him hitting him every where but in his face, he knew that he wouldn't be able to do any of his chores tomorrow and that his punishment for that would be even worse if this beating was anything to go by.
Vernon picked Harry up and tossed him onto his bed so hard he hit his head on the side of his stand causing him to black out.
Vernon looked down on his nephew with a very satisfied look on his face as he watched the pillow under Harrys had turn red.