Harry Potter and the Year of Life
By MiSt
Disclaimer: This plot belongs to J.K. Rowling
Chapter One: 6th year summer
Harry Potter sat gloomily on the car ride home… no matter what the Order told his relatives, they were surely going to continue treating him badly. Well, maybe not that badly, but just bad enough so the Order won't have a reason to beat them up.
In fact, as soon as they got home his Uncle made him carry all his schoolbags into his room by himself (all 98 pounds) and it was extremely tiring. However Harry found that carrying these bags were very useful to his strength, so he started lifting them as weights as soon as he finished dinner.
Aunt Petunia welcomed him into the family with a beautiful sneer. "You'll cause no trouble this summer, boy!"
But it was pretty happy for Harry as they did not seem to take the time to bother him anymore. However he soon felt pretty lonely. In fact, by the night, he was wishing they would make him do some chores, especially to drive out the feeling of emptiness after Sirius's death. He got his wish fast enough. His uncle came yelling at him soon.
Vernon shouted, "Boy, come here! See if you can beat Dudley in this television lifting match!"
Most likely it was the fact that Dudley wanted to gloat that he was stronger than Harry. Harry sighed. He didn't even care if Dudley was better than him, for he knew he was better at Dudley in other aspects.
When he got down, Dudley had a smirk plastered on his face. Harry sighed and listened as his uncle screamed at him for no reason at all.
"You do this now! Lift this television into the basement!" said Vernon. Harry sighed and without a word put his hands underneath it and tried to carry it. He found it actually quite easy for some weird reason. His relatives were shocked and so was Dudley, and Harry carried it with ease into the basement and effectively silenced them for the rest of the night.
As Harry got back into his room, he smiled to himself, well, it was another thing he should be proud of.
However he went back to gloomily thinking about how bad his life was and started to reprimand himself for being so stupid to get Sirius killed. He felt like nothing right now, it was all empty in his life.
He was once more saddened, but then he decided that if he did some homework he might destroy some of these thoughts that were ultimately dangerous to his health. Mourning was necessitated, but too much could be fatal. Harry promptly decided to do something with his life, and went out of his room immediately to ask his uncle something.
"Uncle… do you mind if I help you in your job?" Asked Harry in an all so innocent manner.
Continued soon…