Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any other characters or Ideas from the Harry Potter Series by J. K. Rowling.

Authors note: This is my first fan fiction so please be kind! Also, I will try to update at least one a week. Okay? Enjoy the story!

Chapter 1: The summer of hell.

Harry Potter had returned form his fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in even lower spirits than usual. Just a few weeks ago he had watched his Godfather die. He didn't expect the Dursleys to be sympathetic or even care, but he never thought it would be this bad. The Dursleys were never nice him. Insults and threats, but this was the first time Uncle Vernon ever followed through with any of them. So far it had been the worst summer yet, and he had a feeling it wasn't about to get any better.

"Boy! Get down here now!"

What did I do now? Harry asked himself, while gingerly getting up so as not to hurt his already aching limbs.

"Are you up yet?!" yelled his uncle from downstairs.

"Yeah, coming." Harry yelled right back.

"Well hurry it up!"

Harry made his way down the stairs and to the kitchen, where he was met by his so-called family.

"About time." Grunted Uncle Vernon. "Eat quickly. Then go get the list of chores from your aunt. I want them all done by the time I get done with my meeting at noon or you'll be very sorry. Got that?" Commanded Uncle Vernon.

"Uh-huh."

"Good. Now get going. It's already eight o'clock."

Harry could hear his uncle saying a quick goodbye to his wife and son before leaving. Harry finished eating his section of the grapefruit and then went to get the list like his uncle said. Might as well start, he did only have four hours to get it all done.

All Harry had to do was glance at the list to see that it would take much longer than four hours to complete. The list included things like mow grass, weed garden, clean gutters, and paint the fence, along with many others.

He started it. Figuring his uncle would be even more mad if he didn't do any of it. So the whole morning Harry was outside weeding, painting, and all that other good stuff.

Harry was just finishing the fence when Uncle Vernon pulled up the driveway in his company car. Aunt Petunia called him in from out side. He entered the cool, dark kitchen thinking of what his uncle would do to him.

As if right on cue Uncle Vernon stepped in front of Harry and said, "So, you didn't finish did ya? Huh?"

Harry just shook his head no.

"No? So that's how you repay us is it? We kept you, clothed you, and fed you!"

"Barely." Retorted Harry under his breath.

Unfortunately he heard it. "What did you say to me? Why you little!" Screamed Uncle Vernon advancing on Harry, "I'll teach you!"

And with that he grabbed Harry and threw him against a wall. Harry's head was spinning. His uncle came up to him and started kicking him on the side. Harry could have sworn he heard a rib crack. Next thing he new Uncle Vernon grabbed him by his shirt collar carried him up to his room.

He started hitting Harry. Hard. He had no idea how long it lasted. It all sort of blended together. It hurt so bad. Harry could taste blood in his mouth. This is not good he thought. Then Uncle Vernon threw him against the wall. Harry yelled out and then it all went black. The summer of hell had begun.