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Authors note: this is a story written by two totally different authors. Any questions will be answered in a post note at the bottom of every chapter with questions from the previous. Read, Review, and Enjoy!

Chapter one: It doesn't matter why!

Privet drive was as normal as normal could be. Perfect houses with perfect gardens, children playing in the summer heat... Anyone would think that it was the perfect neighborhood. But it wasn't. More specific a house wasn't. Number four held one more person then everyone was held to belive. The teenager was the nephew of Petunia and Vernon Dursley. He had recently come back from his boarding school- the most notorious wizarding school in Great Britain, more commonly known as Hogwarts.

"What, WHY AM I GOING BACK IN THERE!" shouted a 15 year old boy, as he slammed his fist against the wall. The usually calm boy had erupted in spite of the injustice of his uncle's request. 'First my godfather died and now this?' He thought with anger.

"It doesn't matter why boy! You're going back in! All the trouble you've caused, the damage to the house! Back in you get!" shouted the older man, as he tossed the boys pet owl, Hedwig, into the cupboard under the stairs.

The cupboard had been the 15 year old boy's room for the first 11 years of his life. It had been cramped then but now it was ridiculous to hold a 15 year old and his school trunk. Any witch or wizard would be shocked of the treatment, for you see this 15 year old was very special. On Halloween of 1981 (Not sure, think thats right) the dark lord Voldemort who had been wreaking havoc upon wizarding and muggle England alike had entered the home of Lily and James Potter and killed them. He turned his wand on their 1 year old son and sent the same killing curse that killed hundreds before him. However something happened that night. The curse rebounded upon Voldemort and turned him into a mere spirit for 11 years. Thus Harry Potter became the first person to ever survive the killing curse. Throughout his life he had hurdled several obstacles but those are other stories. This story is brought to 1995 where the young Harry Potter is being forced to live in a small cupboard under the stairs.

Harry Potter picked up his trunk, and walked toward the stairs, making sure to break anything on his way to the cupboard that he could. Shoving his stuff under the bed in the cupboard, he flicked off all the spiders, and there was many, and sat down. Taking off his glasses, he lay down and groaned at the thought of the whole summer ahead of him, stuck in the stupid cupboard... Again.

Sighing to himself, he turned off the bare light bulb, and rolled over on the small mattress that had served him since he got out of a crib. He moved Hedwig to a place more adequate for a owl, though nowhere near poor treatment. "Sorry Hedwig.." He muttered. Harry knew he'd have an awful sleep plagued of horrible nightmares or visions of what the revived dark lord was planning, not a good thought to rest. He closed his eyes, sighing and thought of how school couldn't come any slower.

Harry woke up to the notorious rapping of his aunt on the door. Getting up slowly he put on his glasses and crept out of the cupboard and into the kitchen to begin breakfast as he had been doing every summer for as long as he knew. He had only just finished putting the bacon on the table when the two 'men' of the house came in. To Harry they looked more like huge walruses... but that would be insulting the large sea creatures.

As usual he got none of the food he cooked and a huge list of chores. Harry got a bit scared when his huge Uncle said he would personally deal with him if he failed to complete the huge list. He began working on the garden throughout the morning and then had to paint the back shed in the evening. He was wilting of thirst and hunger but kept working under the hateful glare of his Uncle.

When he finally came in at 9:00 after finishing the shed his Uncle whacked him over the head with the newspaper. "You didn't finish the list, boy." He grunted evilly. Harry was shocked, there was enough on that list for a whole summer! Noticing the unusual silence of the house he realized it was only him and the large whale.

"No one to save you now, boy." He said and shoved him into the wall. Harry's vision was spinning when he felt a thick leather belt cut into his chest. He let out a scream but was silenced with a punch in the throught. Harry had turned over to recover leaving his back open for more lashings.

He fainted after the 13th only regaining consciousness when his Uncle threw him into the cupboard roughly saying it would be one lashing for every chore he missed, every day, all summer. Harry didn't even register the door closing for he had slipped back into the cold world of the unconscious.

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