I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!
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The Dursleys considered themselves very normal. They lived in a small ordinary house with a perfectly cut lawn and trimmed hedges. To any passerby no one would know that the Dursleys held a terrible secret one that was a curse upon the Dursleys household. The secret of their nephew Harry Potters past and in fact his very existence.
6 yr. old Harry Potter was a small scrawny boy with uncontrollable black hair that went in every direction. His thin face held a pair of dazzling green eyes that were hidden by a thick pair of black glasses. On his forehead held a unique scar the shape of a lightning bolt. Harry was dressed in large baggy clothes that were ten times too big for him and the sleeves of his shirt had to be shoved up continuously as he cooked.
The Dursley family sat around the kitchen table. Vernon Dursley at the head with his wife petunia and son Dudley on either side of him. The Dursleys talked while Harry stood over the stove barely able to reach and cooked breakfast. "Hurry up boy," his Uncle yelled. Harry quickly grabbed a plate and put the bacon and eggs on it. He repeated the process two more times before picking up the plates and setting them on the table.
"About time boy," His uncle grunted even as he dug ravishly into the food, "your chores are on the table get to work boy."
Harry sighed knowing he wouldn't be allowed to eat. He picked up the list of chore's and read.
To do:
Wash and fold laundry
Dust
Vacuum
Clean dudders room
Wash windows inside and out
Mow lawn
Tend garden
Trim hedges
Cook diner
Harry sighed at the list before going outside to get the outside chores done before it got to hot. 4 ½ hrs. later Harry washed off with the hose before going inside. His aunt handed him a plate with a piece of bread and some carrot sticks and a glass of water, "don't forget to cook my Duddykins food."
When he finished he began to work on his other chores inside the house. He was finishing up the dishes when his whale of a cousin came in. "Hey freak, make me a sandwich before I tell mom," Harry inwardly groaned but headed to the kitchen as his cousin waddled away to watch TV.
Heading over to the fridge Harry made 2 ham sandwiches with cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, mayonnaise, and pickles. He walked to the living room to find his cousin lounged in a chair watching a ninja show on TV. Harry went to hand the food to Dudley when a hard push sent him crashing to the ground.
"MUMMY! The freak spilled my food," Harry saw his cousin smirk at him before fake tears came out of his eyes.
Harry's aunt came rushing in and took a look around to find her precious Dudders crying and Harry lying on the floor with food all over the floor. Grabbing Harry by the arm she marched him over to the cupboard under the stairs and threw him in.
The last thing he heard before the door slammed shut was his aunt saying, "Just you wait till your Uncle Gets home." Then the door slammed shut.