Mind: Infect The Mind Chapter 1: Dreary Car Rides, a harry potter fanfic

Another story burgeons from the depths of imagination, this time aided by a story plan. Haha.

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Harry was sitting in the too clean, detergent smelling car of the Dursleys. How he hated it.

The Dursleys were thankfully ignoring him, but something was odd. Their, attitudes, maybe? Harry did not know, thought only that a tiny, important something was off for the worse. He wasn't even completely sure.

He was sure, however, when Vernon Dursley looked back at Harry.... and smirked. Well, attempted to, anyways. A piggy face like that couldn't really pull the feat off.

Harry's mind blanked out whenever he tried to think why and just decided to write Hermione a letter about it when he got back.

The pristine Ford Anglia pulled right up into the perfectly manicured driveway of Number four, Privet Drive. Harry got out and surveyed the green, even lawn, the manicured daisies, even the patterned mulch. Nothing seemed wrong as he walked inside.

He was about to heave his trunk inside the doorway when "No you don't! were having none of that bloody nonsense this summer! Just the owl, and her food! I'll be taking that ruddy parchment." Uncle Vernon added as an afterthought "Damn lot."

'I knew it.' Harry thought. 'bloody hell! I left my wand in my trunk too.'

But as it were, nobody was looking and he got out the necessities as well as Hedwigs food and trudged up the stairs. First thing he did when he got up there was hide everything but the food under the constantly loose floorboard.

Then he had a proper look around the room. It was bare, devoid of broken toys and old dusty books and the ever present bent air rifle. There was a bed with 1 sheet, a desk, a window, and some really old peeling wallpaper.

Harry knew he was in for a rough summer as his uncle stomped and lumbered up the stairs, though the hallway, and to his room. Which seemed like an effort for him.

"Now you see here!" He said. "We're not having any of your nonsense! You will behave, do your chores, and then we will reward you with your daily meal and sleep. Otherwise, you'll be punished." He said nastily, greedily, almost as if he wanted to punish him. 'No doubt he probably does,' Harry thought depressedly.

"Come!" He barked. "We have chores for you!"

Harry clunked down the stairs after his monotonously huge uncle. As he did this, he noticed the renovations on the kitchen, namely the new kitchen tile, blue squares with ugly white grout on the countertops and cream tiles on the floor grouted blue. Same degree of ugliness, different era.

"Boy!" Petunia said lazily, as she was watching T.V. "There is a list of chores for you to do sitting on the table to be completed by 8:00, then you will write a letter to your friends to have looked over by your Uncle, and then you have your meal and go to bed."

Harry picked up the rather short list.

1. Weed, trim, and generally take care of the garden. He knew his Aunt Petunia held high standards.

2. Mow the lawn. Again, high standards.

3. Scrub the front hall. He was marginally happy about this, as it did not take too long.

4. Do the laundry. 'Yippee, Dudley's whale underwear.' Harry thought.

All this did was dampen Harry's mood further, as there was no possible way this could be done by 8:00 as it was already 3:00.

He walked out the back door to get started on the garden.

As he walked over to the garden shed and got out the shovel and rake, and all the gardening equipment, his wandering mind kept coming back to a hole in his heart labeled 'Sirius.' everytime he did this, he tried to think about something else. 'What design shall I do the garden up in?' all the way to 'I wonder what next year will be like.' After a few minutes the thought stream always broke and he was left again with mourning and sorrow. Unintentionally gardening would become his most hated chore, because it was attached to mourning Sirius inexorably.

'My fault. My own ruddy damn fault.' He attacked weeds ferociously. 'Didn't check, had to play the hero. Always gets people killed.' A weed was thrown to the side. 'No more. Never playing the hero. Never charging into battle, but listening to Hermione. She's smart.' He planted a Lily. 'I'm so sorry Sirius. I'm so sorry Cedric. I'm so sorry Lily Potter, and James Potter. It was my fault.' The Lily tipped over and he rushed to save it, but one of it's roots was torn all the same.

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Mowing the lawn, he was thinking about what he was going to do about all of this. He obviously couldn't just sit around and do nothing. Then he got rash and got people killed. 'What am I going to do?' He thought as he crisscrossed the lawn. 'Voldemort's going to kill me or me him. Whoever wins will win at a high price, because we both seem to get people killed.' Harry dejectedly ran up against fence and turned around. 'People die because of me and him. The planet is doomed.' Harry snickered. 'That sounds like a line out of a movie, what if I were in a movie?' Harry thought again. 'Might as well be, my life could be a movie, enough drama.' Harry went back to thoughtlessly mowing the lawn, having an imagination party and wondering where the video cameras were hiding. Safe to say this thought carried him all the way to the next chore as it was rather simple.

(A.N. Don't we all have odd thoughts like that every once and a while?)

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Scrubbing the front hall Harry was thinking about himself, in a rare time of self pity. Though it could hardly be called such, as it was more along the lines of self-flagerating.

'I play the ruddy hero all the time.' A nasty large piece of grime attacked the sponge. 'Rush off without thinking, typical Gryffindor.' He cleared the mud away, and skated over a clean part. 'Ruddy smartest witch ever as a best friend and I am remarkably stupid, don't even listen.' Harry scrubbed another part. 'No, I need to stop thinking about this.' Harry had another thought 5 minutes later. 'But that's not going to solve anything.'

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At 7:45, Harry was done with the laundry, which remarkably received no thoughts because by that time he had learned not to think. Along with being done with the laundry, he was an exhausted kid, and didn't know how he was going to make it through the summer being a house-elf at this pace, having nightmares was certainly not going to help his rest rate.

"Aunt Petunia!" Harry called. "I'm done with the chores!"

"Lovely!" Aunt Petunia called rather nastily. "You can have a small reward, butter."

Petunia added a slice of butter to a plate with 2 slices of bread on it and handed it to Harry rather vindictively. Harry had a morose thought, 'unhappy she can't punish me.'

He silently ate the bread when parchment and ink, in the hands of a big man appeared.

"You are to write a nice letter about our kindness to your friends and I'll approve it and you can send it." He said nastily. "I've had a bad dealing today so you'd better be extra nice about it."

Dear Hermione,

Dursleys are being normal, actually rather nice. They've let me touch Dudley's toys and they're relieved my chores a bit. I think those threats from the order really softened them up. Oh well, I'm thankful for that. Otherwise not much up.

Harry

Dear Ron,

Harry

Harry sealed both letters hoping the duplicates would help them pick up on the hint, handed them to his Uncle, and got let to suffer nightmares.

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Kill the spare!

Cedric's body flew to the ground, but his pale form had gotten up and said "Why Harry? Why could you not protect me! Why did you act The Hero?" He called pleadingly.

Sirius clambered from a bottomless veiled cauldron nearby. "Why did you not check properly? Why did you have to act the hero for me! I CAN TAKE CARE OF MYSELF!!" Sirius whinged. "Just like Dumbledore, protecting everyone."

Harry began to back away slowly. "I didn't mean to! I could never have - "

"WELL YOU DID!" they both mourned.

Live bodies joined them.

Ron and Hermione said "And now you're going to get us killed. You're going to kill us..."

Ginny spoke up "And then me."

Fred and George. "And then me."

Bill, and Charlie, and Percy. "And then us."

The rest of the ministry six. "Then us...."

All the voices he'd even heard in his life chorused together "And us, and us, because of stupid mistakes." They all cried. "Stupid mistakes made by a famous name."

"No! I won't! I Won't! I WON'T!"

Harry woke up screaming, but from the "SHUT IT RUDDY BOY!" Harry knew he was getting it in the morning.

Harry turned over in bed, and slept another 2 hours but with Sirius crisscrossing his dreams, and the screams of innocents being slaughtered.

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Me being the author I am I can understand your fear of me giving this one up. But I've already written a huge unpublished portion of it. I just need to know you, the public's opinion. (V), hint!