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The calm night air surrounded the house at Number 4 Privet Drive, just like any other night that had passed that summer. But unlike the other nights, a boy in the

small bedroom on the second floor slept peacefully. On this night he was not plagued by his reoccurring nightmares, but was lulled into a deep sleep so that his body

may be ready for the changes to come. Many witches and wizards go through small changes during their coming of age in order to process the influx of magic. But since

when was Harry Potter like everyone else?

Harry Potter quickly awoke to the screeching of his Aunt Petunia from down the stairs, getting dressed so that he could make breakfast before Dudley or Uncle

Vernon could find an excuse to punish him. Of course, they would find another excuse anyway. They always did.

Harry made his way into the kitchen and ducked under the glare that Aunt Petunia sent his way. Frying up eggs and bacon, he tried to ignore his growling stomach

as best he could. Eating only scraps since the leaving feast of fifth year, Harry had quickly lost any fat that he had gained that year, leaving only skin and bones. To the

Dursley's, this was easily covered up with the baggy, hand-me-down's that were Harry's only clothes.

Thundering down the stairs cued Harry into sinking into the background as his oaf of a cousin flew to the table and began scarfing down the food that was placed

in front of him, his chins wobbling with every bite. Not long after, Vernon Dursley waddled into the room and sat down at his place, trying to ignore Harry completely.

After her two men were seated and eating comfortably Petunia let herself sit down and enjoy breakfast with them, trying to engage in a conversation with Dudley only

to receive grunted answers.

For breakfast Harry had a piece of dry toast and a glass of water, glad that Uncle Vernon hadn't punished him for eating. It most likely had something to do with

Harry's birthday and the fact that he wouldn't be staying much longer…

"Boy! Over here, now!" Uncle Vernon shouted, spittle and egg flying everywhere. Harry crept closer to the table, his head bowed.

"Do as Pet tells you, do you understand me boy? We don't have to put up with you for much longer and we might as well put you to good use as payment for all of

our hospitality. Well?"

"Yes, Uncle Vernon. I understand Uncle Vernon."

"And there will be no dilly-dallying with those chores! No use in trying to put them off, we'll make you work all night if we have to!"

"Yes Uncle Vernon." Harry tried not to sigh out loud, already imaging the grueling work Aunt Petunia had in store for him. Harry Potter couldn't wait to go back

home; he couldn't wait to get back to Hogwarts.