Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does. If I did, people would be getting together faster OxO
Summary: Harry finds himself stuck in his room at Privet Drive for Summer. Again. What happens when a mysterious person helps him escape after his rather... bizzare inheritance? And... is that a tail?! Oh Harry, what have you gotten into this time? Manipulative!Dumbles WeasleyandHermione!Bashing
Prologue
Harry groaned and dragged his aching body up slowly to the sound of banging at his door. His whale's - sorry, uncle's - customary yell for him to get up and make breakfast made itself known through the door as bolts and locks opened. A quite sigh slipped through the boy's rosy lips as he slipped out and to the bathroom to take care of buissness quickly. Pain stabbed at his side and back as he walked down the stairs a few minuits later, reaching the kitchen and pulling out pans needed to make a good English breakfast.
It only took fifteen minuits and it only took Dudley five to teleport into the kitchen. Harry served the large breakfasts on the fine china plates and placed the three meals on the table. He walked back to the kitchen and cleaned the pans before setting to work on all his chores. He stopped at lunch to make the Dursely's something to eat before continuing and by the time he finished it was already tea time. Harry cooked their tea, a sheapherds pie, and took a slice of bread from the bread bin and an apple seeing as how no one would miss it. A dull ache started to crawl up the base of his spine as he walked back to his room and he clicked his tongue quietly. 'Another thing to add to the pain then' he thought to himself, feeling slightly irritated.
Hedwig was waiting in his room for him and cooed softly as he entered.
"Hey there girl, doing okay?" Harry asked softly with a smile, pulling the crust off the bread and feeding it to her. She hooted and nipped at his fingers happily, butting her head against his hand as she finished. "That's good, I don't want you to be too affected by living here like I am." He nibbled silently on the bread and finished the apple quickly before rising his arms over his head and yawning, a sudden and strange feeling of content settling in the pit of his stomach. He was warm and the bed was surprisingly comfy for once and so, ignoring the part yelling at him to stay awake in case Vernon came in, Harry fell asleep, completely forgetting that it was his 18th birthday. Oh how he would have celebrated with the knowledge that after that night, he wouldn't need to stay with the Dursley's as the blood wards disappeared.
He woke up in agony, the poor boy.
AN: First story, please don't hate! And yes this is short, but it's only the Prologue. Happy reading and nice to meet you!