Chapter One: Hand me downs suck
High pitched laughter, a flash of bright green light. Screaming. Cedric Diggory dead, eyes wide and empty. Sirius Black disappeared. More screaming. Excruciating pain.
Harry Potter awoke with a start, shakily he made he way out of bed and to the dusty mirror about his dresser. He angrily rubbed his scar, the same scar that was now burning so intensely tears ran down his cheeks.
"Thank god I didn't scream this time." he muttered to himself. A loud screech met his ears and he instantly turned around. "Hush Hedwig!" Harry insisted almost harshly. Hedwig gave him an offended look and turned her head away from him. "Oh sure you can neglect me too, I'm used to it by now!" he spat bitterly. When he received no response he turned around and got dressed, quickly as possible considering his room was the coldest one in the whole house.
Harry anxiously chewed on his lip trying to decide weather his uncle would prefer eggs and bacon or cereal and toast. Dudley was always easier to cook for, as he'd just ask for everything anyway. Gluttony plagued the Dursley family it seemed. Making his decision Harry chose the latter option; it was easier anyway.
The loud thundering footsteps of his cousin racing down the stairs let Harry know he had approximately two minutes until his uncles equally loud footsteps could be heard. Dudley gave Harry an evil smirk as he walked into the kitchen and plopped down on the nearest chair. Surprisingly it held his weight. I'll have to ask Aunt Petunia where she buys such durable chairs, Harry silently joked with himself.
A pounding sound alerted Harry that Uncle Vernon was on his way down, and from the sound of it not in a very good mood. As fast as wizardly possible Harry had the breakfast set out, along with the morning paper set in his uncles favorite spot. Sucking up never killed anyone. "Move boy" his uncle snapped giving Harry a hard push out of the way. Stumbling Harry regained his balance and nervously stood at attention as his uncle.
"Boy I would have preferred eggs, you know that. You just to lazy to actually cook?" Harry's mouth instantly went dry and he silently cursed himself for his folly. "No Uncle Vernon;I guess I just assumed you'd like cereal today." Harry finished lamely. His uncle answered with a snort, surprised Harry looked up only to realize his uncle had resumed ignoring him and was reading the comics.
Out of the corner of his eye Harry noticed Dudley staring at him, he wanted to say something but since his Uncle was around he couldn't. According to Vernon smarting off to someone better then you was one of the seven deadly sins. Struggling with the sleep that still clung to him Harry tried to stifle a yawn to no avail. Vernon looked up. "Boy if we bore you then I suggest you leave and go start your chores."
Harry scurried out of the room, sighing he made his way to the closet under the stairs. His old room. Upon opening it he realized how small it really was, stooping down he got out the cleaning supplies he needed for the days work. He avoided angering Vernon all costs, as he could turn violent at any moment with or with out a reason. Harry seemed to bring out the worst in that man for a reason and blamed himself.
"I'll start with the windows then vacuum, because that makes sense right?" Harry quietly asked himself. With out him knowing Petunia had walked I behind him. "Talking to yourself Harry? You know that's a sign of insanity. Or is that something you freaks do normally?" She snapped as she stormed by him into the kitchen to get her morning coffee. Harry didn't even bother answering, he knew she didn't really want one anyway.
By the time every chore has been completed the sun had already started to dip down below the horizon line. Harry found his aunt and told her he was going for a walk. She looked at him accusingly, "Fine but you better be back soon, I don't trust you walking around at night you might get some freaky ideas" and with that she stormed away. Laughing softly Harry made his way out into the cool summer night air.
Shivering slightly as a gust of wind ripped through his thinning t-shirt, Harry hastily shoved his hands deep into his jean pockets. Extremely delighted to find a series of holes in them.
Hand me downs suck he thought lightly.
A.N. It will get better, abuse to come I'm just trying to set it up. I WILL be updating this one frequently.