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Authors note; I am happy to say that all nine chapters that I have of so far have been looked over and fixed by my beta hirumasfangirl09.
Chapter 1 read apron
In the house of number four Privet Drive, Harry Potter sat on his bed in the corner of his small bedroom writing in his journal.
'Friday February 23rd
Dear Journal,
Today has been a very calm day. I woke up at 7:00 to start my uncles breakfast, not 10 minutes later did I earn my first beating of the day. I had accidentally burned the Pig-Man's bacon.
Today, February 23rd, is the two month anniversary of the car crash that caused my fat obese cousin Dudley to wind up in a coma at the local hospital, and has caused me to lose the ability to speak. I can still make noises, but I can't say words.
My uncle said we are having guests tonight. Joy. I knew it was too good to be true. Please will somebody take me away from this hell? 'Damn.' I just glanced at the clock and I only have an hour to get dressed and finish dinner before my uncle arrives home.'
An hour later Vernon Dursley pulled up to number four, Privet Drive. He slammed open the front door and, as he did so, he hollered out "WHORE!". A small thin boy came scampering out of the kitchen and Vernon gazed knowingly at the small boy. He smirked as his gaze traveled over the whore, and Vernon was pleased to see the outfit the boy was wearing… or not wearing. All the little whore had on was a very short red apron that Vernon had specially made for him.
"Whore how much longer until dinner? My guests will be arriving soon." And just as my uncle finished speaking there was a knock on the front door. "That will be my guests, I'm going upstairs to change. You will invite them in and seat them in my study. Do you understand boy!" I just nodded my head. My uncle quickly passed me to go up the stairs. While doing so he shoved me against the wall. "Oh, by the way, serve them drinks when you seat them."
I slowly stood up and made my way to the door. When I opened it, there were two men standing on the other side. I led them to my uncles study, and when the men were settled in the armchairs I walked over to the liquor cabinet and poured them both a glass of scotch. With my eyes cast down I set the drinks on the table in front of the two men and slowly made my way out of the study.
In the kitchen Harry had a few different projects going on. He was finishing up the glazed ham and had just put the chocolate cake to start baking. There was corn and lima beans cooking on the stove. As everything was finishing up, Harry decided to do some cleaning up.
He had just finished wiping down the counter when the timer for the cake went off. He quickly removed the cake from the oven and then started taking dishes out to the dining room table. When he finished setting the table he made his way up to his uncle's study. After knocking on the door he took a step back and waited for the knock to be acknowledged.
A moment later a loud "Enter" sounded from the other side of the door. As soon as the boy stepped into the study, a pair of hands grabbed him and pressed him to the wall and a pair of steel-grey eyes met the shocked emerald green ones as a pair of firm, hard lips found the slightly open one's of the young teen.
As the man with the steel-grey eyes let go of the emerald-eyed young man, there was a bit of throat clearing from behind them before Vernon spoke.
"Was there something you needed My Little Whore?" I motioned with my hand to the door and then made the sign for eat. The two men gave my uncle confused looks and he muttered something about me 'not being able to speak in stupid, waste of time, sign language'.
I noticed that the blond man had a look of pity and understanding in his eyes.
It took a while, but eventually I got the three men to follow me to the dining room.