First and foremost, this is a fanfic about Harry Potter that I just felt
like writing. I hope you all enjoy it. I'll try and post new chapters every
week. To get the legal things out of the way, I don't own any of the Harry
Potter Fanalia and it is a registered trademark of Warner Bros. Inc.
At the Dursely's
Clouds passed across the blue sky and birds twittered anxiously as they flew about getting ready for the oncoming storm. If a person were to look at the horizon they could see dark clouds looming ominously. In fact, one person was looking at the coming storm clouds that were heading towards the small street of Privet Drive. This person was busy working in a neat garden located in Privet Drive. His head was beaded with perspiration that had been partially soaked up by his untidy jet-black hair. This person would look normal to any passerby, but closer inspection would reveal that he had what appeared to be a lightning scar on his forehead. He was far from ordinary. For he was a wizard, a powerful wizard, that was one of the most famous in the wizarding world. His name was Harry Potter.
Harry was staying with a family known as the Dursely's. He was an orphan because his mother and father were murdered by the darkest and most powerful wizard of the age. This evil wizard went by the name of Voldemort, and many today were still too scared to even mention that name. Due to spells and magical protection placed on the Dursely's house, Harry was sent to live with his aunt and uncle. Both his aunt and uncle hated the fact that he was a wizard and they always made his life a misery. He was always shunned and mistreated, especially by his obese cousin Dudley. To describe Dudley as fat would be an insult to fat people. Dudley wasn't huge, he was enormous! He no longer fitted into normal clothing and had to have special clothing made for him. He was always on endless diets, which never seemed to work because he would always find a way to cheat on them. Dudley loved to bully Harry, but since Harry had grown in stature and now towered over the short and porky boy he kept more to himself these days.
The dark clouds on the horizon marked Harry's mood. He had been told earlier by his uncle that he was not to set foot inside of the house unless he had finished cleaning the yard, mowing the lawn and trimming the hedges. Harry was hardly through his work and knew that within half an hour the clouds would be overhead and he would be soaked. He sighed. He was used to hard work and his bad treatment, but he just wished that his workload would be lightened and he also be treated like a human being. He smirked at this thought that had just entered his head. Wishing for that would be the same as wishing for Dudley to become thin and stay thin. Moments later the rumble of thunder brought him back to reality and he looked up. The storm clouds were nearly overhead and he had at least another hours work ahead of him. He decided to quickly mow the lawn before everything got wet.
"No use frying myself." He muttered as he pushed the mower up and down the length of the yard.
Again he smirked, he knew that uncle Vernon would love for him to be electrocuted. He had just finished the mowing when the first large raindrops began falling. He sighed and cursed under his breath as he moved onto the next section of the yard.
An hour later Harry was done with the yard work and was soaked from the downpour that was still going strong. He was about to go into the house when a shriek startled him. It was the piercing voice of his aunt Petunia.
"Don't you dare set foot in here! You'll get everything wet!" she shrieked at him.
He stopped dead in his tracks and sighed in resignation. He knew that arguing would be useless because aunt Petunia was what you might call a 'neat freak'. Meanwhile he was getting even more wet from the pouring rain and his glasses were covered in small water droplets.
"But, aunt Petunia, I'll only get wetter if I don't come inside!" he stated.
"So, what does that have to do with me?" she snarled.
Harry thought for a moment and almost smiled but fought it back.
"But, what if I get sick? Then you'll have a sick child who will have medical bills." Aunt Petunia stopped in her tracks and considered his argument. She didn't care if he got sick or not, but she most certainly didn't want to spend any money on him. She grabbed a filthy torn rag and threw it in his direction.
"Don't get it dirty!" she muttered. Harry picked it up and did his best to dry up. He was relatively dry and made his way to the bathroom to clean up properly.
"Just three more weeks till I can go to Ron's." Harry kept on saying to himself to try and make the time go by quicker. Incidentally, it didn't help.
Two weeks later Harry lay on his bed exhausted from another days worth of exhausting labor. He knew that uncle Vernon was making him work so hard just to torture him. The animosity between the two was obvious, but due to uncle Vernon's sheer size there was nothing that Harry could do, that and the fact that he didn't want to live on the street.
"HARRY! GET DOWN HERE! TIME FOR DINNER!!!" came aunt Petunias screeching voice.
With a heavy sigh Harry got up and made his way down the stairs to the kitchen.
"Probably burnt toast." He muttered to himself.
When he opened the door to the kitchen his jaw almost hit the floor. Before him the table was covered in delicious looking food. He felt his mouth watering and his stomach grumble. The entire Dursely family was seated around the table and needless to say Dudley was already stuffing morsels into his mouth when his parents weren't looking. Uncle Vernon put the paper he had been reading down and stared angrily at Harry. He noticed the hungry look on Harry's face and gave an evil smirk.
"Well boy, hungry eh?"
Harry found himself nodding without even thinking. The aromas of all the foods assailed his nostrils and his stomach grumble. Uncle Vernon let out an evil chuckle.
"Well, then you can go and make yourself some toast, and don't use to much butter!" he said and cackled evilly.
Harry stood dumbstruck. There was more than enough food on the table to let him eat from it. Heck, there was enough to feed two Dudley's!
"B-but why must I have toast? Surely there's more than enough food here?" Harry asked starting to get angry. His stomach rumbled again.
"There is enough for the Dursely's!" Uncle Vernon roared.
"It is my dearest Petunia and my anniversary. This meal is a commemoration of the day Petunia and I got married." Uncle Vernon said looking affectionately at his wife.
"This meal, in honor of our anniversary also indicates the beginning of the Dursely family. It only got bigger and better with the arrival of our little boy." Uncle Vernon said beaming at Dudley who was almost choking on a piece of sausage he had snuck.
Harry was shocked. But uncle Vernon continued.
"Basically what I'm saying boy, is that this meal is to celebrate the beginning of the Dursley family, NOT the Potter family, or child, rat, whatever."
Harry went red in the face from that last remark. His felt his blood boiling inside of him and he though he would burst, but he knew better than to react to his uncle's taunting. He counted to ten and then went off to make himself some toast. Uncle Vernon roaring with laughter and Dudley also started laughing as Harry left. Harry was angry but he was never one who didn't count his blessings. He knew that he would at least not get burnt toast with him making it. He sighed as he made his meager dinner and as the aromas of the food the Dursely's were eating still taunted him.
"Only one more week to go." He kept on repeating to himself.
At the Dursely's
Clouds passed across the blue sky and birds twittered anxiously as they flew about getting ready for the oncoming storm. If a person were to look at the horizon they could see dark clouds looming ominously. In fact, one person was looking at the coming storm clouds that were heading towards the small street of Privet Drive. This person was busy working in a neat garden located in Privet Drive. His head was beaded with perspiration that had been partially soaked up by his untidy jet-black hair. This person would look normal to any passerby, but closer inspection would reveal that he had what appeared to be a lightning scar on his forehead. He was far from ordinary. For he was a wizard, a powerful wizard, that was one of the most famous in the wizarding world. His name was Harry Potter.
Harry was staying with a family known as the Dursely's. He was an orphan because his mother and father were murdered by the darkest and most powerful wizard of the age. This evil wizard went by the name of Voldemort, and many today were still too scared to even mention that name. Due to spells and magical protection placed on the Dursely's house, Harry was sent to live with his aunt and uncle. Both his aunt and uncle hated the fact that he was a wizard and they always made his life a misery. He was always shunned and mistreated, especially by his obese cousin Dudley. To describe Dudley as fat would be an insult to fat people. Dudley wasn't huge, he was enormous! He no longer fitted into normal clothing and had to have special clothing made for him. He was always on endless diets, which never seemed to work because he would always find a way to cheat on them. Dudley loved to bully Harry, but since Harry had grown in stature and now towered over the short and porky boy he kept more to himself these days.
The dark clouds on the horizon marked Harry's mood. He had been told earlier by his uncle that he was not to set foot inside of the house unless he had finished cleaning the yard, mowing the lawn and trimming the hedges. Harry was hardly through his work and knew that within half an hour the clouds would be overhead and he would be soaked. He sighed. He was used to hard work and his bad treatment, but he just wished that his workload would be lightened and he also be treated like a human being. He smirked at this thought that had just entered his head. Wishing for that would be the same as wishing for Dudley to become thin and stay thin. Moments later the rumble of thunder brought him back to reality and he looked up. The storm clouds were nearly overhead and he had at least another hours work ahead of him. He decided to quickly mow the lawn before everything got wet.
"No use frying myself." He muttered as he pushed the mower up and down the length of the yard.
Again he smirked, he knew that uncle Vernon would love for him to be electrocuted. He had just finished the mowing when the first large raindrops began falling. He sighed and cursed under his breath as he moved onto the next section of the yard.
An hour later Harry was done with the yard work and was soaked from the downpour that was still going strong. He was about to go into the house when a shriek startled him. It was the piercing voice of his aunt Petunia.
"Don't you dare set foot in here! You'll get everything wet!" she shrieked at him.
He stopped dead in his tracks and sighed in resignation. He knew that arguing would be useless because aunt Petunia was what you might call a 'neat freak'. Meanwhile he was getting even more wet from the pouring rain and his glasses were covered in small water droplets.
"But, aunt Petunia, I'll only get wetter if I don't come inside!" he stated.
"So, what does that have to do with me?" she snarled.
Harry thought for a moment and almost smiled but fought it back.
"But, what if I get sick? Then you'll have a sick child who will have medical bills." Aunt Petunia stopped in her tracks and considered his argument. She didn't care if he got sick or not, but she most certainly didn't want to spend any money on him. She grabbed a filthy torn rag and threw it in his direction.
"Don't get it dirty!" she muttered. Harry picked it up and did his best to dry up. He was relatively dry and made his way to the bathroom to clean up properly.
"Just three more weeks till I can go to Ron's." Harry kept on saying to himself to try and make the time go by quicker. Incidentally, it didn't help.
Two weeks later Harry lay on his bed exhausted from another days worth of exhausting labor. He knew that uncle Vernon was making him work so hard just to torture him. The animosity between the two was obvious, but due to uncle Vernon's sheer size there was nothing that Harry could do, that and the fact that he didn't want to live on the street.
"HARRY! GET DOWN HERE! TIME FOR DINNER!!!" came aunt Petunias screeching voice.
With a heavy sigh Harry got up and made his way down the stairs to the kitchen.
"Probably burnt toast." He muttered to himself.
When he opened the door to the kitchen his jaw almost hit the floor. Before him the table was covered in delicious looking food. He felt his mouth watering and his stomach grumble. The entire Dursely family was seated around the table and needless to say Dudley was already stuffing morsels into his mouth when his parents weren't looking. Uncle Vernon put the paper he had been reading down and stared angrily at Harry. He noticed the hungry look on Harry's face and gave an evil smirk.
"Well boy, hungry eh?"
Harry found himself nodding without even thinking. The aromas of all the foods assailed his nostrils and his stomach grumble. Uncle Vernon let out an evil chuckle.
"Well, then you can go and make yourself some toast, and don't use to much butter!" he said and cackled evilly.
Harry stood dumbstruck. There was more than enough food on the table to let him eat from it. Heck, there was enough to feed two Dudley's!
"B-but why must I have toast? Surely there's more than enough food here?" Harry asked starting to get angry. His stomach rumbled again.
"There is enough for the Dursely's!" Uncle Vernon roared.
"It is my dearest Petunia and my anniversary. This meal is a commemoration of the day Petunia and I got married." Uncle Vernon said looking affectionately at his wife.
"This meal, in honor of our anniversary also indicates the beginning of the Dursely family. It only got bigger and better with the arrival of our little boy." Uncle Vernon said beaming at Dudley who was almost choking on a piece of sausage he had snuck.
Harry was shocked. But uncle Vernon continued.
"Basically what I'm saying boy, is that this meal is to celebrate the beginning of the Dursley family, NOT the Potter family, or child, rat, whatever."
Harry went red in the face from that last remark. His felt his blood boiling inside of him and he though he would burst, but he knew better than to react to his uncle's taunting. He counted to ten and then went off to make himself some toast. Uncle Vernon roaring with laughter and Dudley also started laughing as Harry left. Harry was angry but he was never one who didn't count his blessings. He knew that he would at least not get burnt toast with him making it. He sighed as he made his meager dinner and as the aromas of the food the Dursely's were eating still taunted him.
"Only one more week to go." He kept on repeating to himself.