Warnings: This story contains strong language, underage drinking and smoking, and drug use in later chapters
Harry sighed as he stared up at his peeling beige ceiling. The enclosed room had few pieces of furniture, and the walls were bare, making the room look unlived in. He had only been back from Hogwarts for 3 weeks, but it felt like years to him. He had stopped eating the measly meals his Aunt made him cook, and he barely slept more than a couple of hours a night. However he didn't want to sleep, as his dreams were always the same. Sirius coming out of the veil, telling him he was a failure and that was the reason Sirius had died. Cedric, the look on his face as the killing curse was cast. Harry hated that dream; he could almost feel the guilt inside him swallow him up. Harry hated feeling like this, but he knew it wasn't his entire fault. If Dumbledore hadn't tried to protect him, Harry would have known to not have gone running to the Ministry. Dumbledore was one of the most powerful wizards in the world, but his common sense was not to the same standard. Harry had found out that Snape had spoken to Sirius through the floo after he had warned Snape; why hadn't the man sent him a message! Harry couldn't help but feel it was due to the dislike between Sirius and Snape. Harry remembered the anger he had felt in Dumbledore's office that night he had found out everything that had been kept from him. Since he had been back from Hogwarts he was feeling those emotions more frequently, in particular at all the adults he thought he could trust but had in fact let him down. Harry didn't know how easily he could forgive Dumbledore this time after everything that had happened to him in the last year, especially as he forced him back into this hellhole year after year. He was broken out of his deliberations by a high pitched screech
"HARRY! GET DOWN HERE NOW"
He sighed and pulled himself up, grabbing his glasses and pushing them on to his face. It was only 7 but his aunt would be expecting him to make breakfast for his uncle and his cousin. His Aunt and Uncle were shorter tempered with him than ever before thanks to the ever helpful order members threatening the Dursleys. He stumbled into the kitchen and grabbed the bacon and eggs from the fridge. Unlike most mornings his aunt acknowledged his existence
'I'm taking Dudders to London with his friends, and we'll be gone all day. You are to get on with your chores and don't you dare touch anything you aren't supposed to!'
He raised his eyebrows 'I have no intention of touching anything'
His aunt gave him a filthy look and stomped upstairs to get the laundry. Since being back this year Harry had stopped giving a fuck about his relatives, he had bigger things to worry about and being almost 16 his Uncle had stopped shoving him around. Plus with all the anger he felt towards Dumbledore being able to let it out to people who deserved it didn't bother him. Breakfast was a normal affair, with his aunt constantly criticising him and his uncle and cousin yelling at him to hurry up. Thankfully after cooking breakfast he was able to collapse back on to his bed, but his thoughts of Sirius staring becoming overwhelming so he grabbed the sheet with his chores on and walked out to the back garden to start mowing the lawn.
A few hours and 5 jobs later Harry was relieved to find he only had to do one more job, which was clean Dudley's room. He hated this job, Dudley's room was always a mess and he always had it back to a tip within a few days. As Harry started to pick up clothes to put back in the wardrobe, he noticed a small wooden box in the bottom of the wardrobe. His curiosity getting the better of him, he opened it up and found two packets of cigarettes, as well as 6 or 7 different lighters. Harry wasn't particularly surprised his cousin was smoking, as he was often out late and terrorising other kids in the area. One of the packets was half empty, and Harry wasn't sure what possessed him to do it, but he took out one of the cigarettes and a lighter and put it in his pocket. He assumed it was the fact that he was simply curious and bored of being at the Dursleys, and doubted he would even smoke it.
As he finished putting away the last of Dudley's clothes he heard a car pull into the drive, and sighed as he would he spending another evening shut up in his room with no food and nothing to entertain him.
A/N: Hope everyone liked the first chapter, I'm trying to start off with some character development and I want to try and keep the characters as canon as possible. Snape will also be introduced in the next chapters! This is my first fic and first time properly writing so any reviews would be appreciated!