Harry was unhappy. Once again, he had woken up in the place he hated the most; in the Dursleys'house. At least, he tried to cheer himself up by telling himself that he wasn't living under the stairs anymore. The Dursleys were even more unbearable than last year. Well aware of the horrible consequences of mistreating Harry directly; they have been trying many more subtle ways of harassing their unwanted nephew; like cooking his least favourite meal four days in a row.

This morning wasn't an exception. Dudley was looking miserably at his grapefruit when Harry came to the kitchen. Her aunt gave Harry a bowl of oatmeal (cold of course) and watched him closely, eager to find a good reason to punish him. Usually, she didn't need to wait long to find a reason to punish, him. Harry began to eat silently. While he wasn't looking, Dudley suddenly grabbed his oatmeal bowl. Before Harry tried to make a move to protect his bowl, Dudley had begun to eat it hungrily.

Harry tried to get it back but Petunia was faster than he was and she accused him to sabotage Dudley's diet. Angrily, she ordered to Harry to wash all the dishes because he had dared to tempt her beloved son with his food. Frustrated, Harry walked toward the sink while the other members of the family walked away in the living room to watch a movie. They wouldn't have allowed Harry to watch it with them anyway. Harry was particularly mad to have to wash the dishes because he had "supposedly" fed his cousin.

He was thinking about finding a way to get revenge when he heard a loud crack that advised him someone has apparated in the house! Happy, he began to run to greet his guest (surely a member of the order of the phoenix) when he recognised, horror stricken, the wizard. Tall, with a face whither than a skull with wide livid scarlet, his eyes were looking unmercifully at him. In front of him stood Lord Voldemort!

He looked delighted. "At least I will have a chance to kill you slowly and painfully" he said with a high pitched voice. Harry looked amazed at him, " how could you come? I am guarded 24 hours per day by the members of the order of…"

Voldemort look particularly satisfied as he replied" You mean by the dead body outside in Petunia's garden?

Harry looked at the window only the find out that he was right. He had no way to defend himself. He was scared but didn't want to show how much he was frightened to his greatest enemy. Voldemort began to laugh a high, cold, mirthless laugh but was abruptly stopped by Vernon's loudly "shut up and wash the dishes"! he destined to his nephew from the living room. The lord considered for a while killing them too, but changed his mind. If they were mean to Harry, even though they were muggles, they deserved to live. The Dark Lord raised his wand toward Harry and began to curse him;"Cruc…"

Suddenly, Harry 's loyal owl flied in the kitchen and began to attack him. Hedwig succeeded somehow to steal his wand. Furiously the defeated lord look at Harry and told him" I don't need a wand to make you suffer; I will come back sooner than you think hahahaha! (Evil laugh). He grabbed the only dishing liquid soap available in the kitchen and got his spare wand. As he was disapparating, Vernon came in the kitchen to see why Harry was making so much noise. Vernon stopped walking and shouted furiously at Harry, "How dare you inviting friends over in my house"!"

Harry stood bewildered,"my friend?"

Vernon took Hedwig roughly and threw her in her cage. "Like that, this owl won't be able to give you other gathering information from people…people LIKE YOU!"

Vernon had never looked so angry in his entire life. He ordered him to clean the all house as his punishment and took Hedwig away.

Sadly Harry looked his only way of getting help against the Dark Lord disappearing with his uncle. He was wondering why his worst enemy hadn't killed him. He was right when he guessed that Voldemort hadn't tortured him yet, only because the Dursleys were doing it so there was no point of doing it himself. Cruelly, he had stolen the only reason, the only purpose of staying in Dursley'house. Harry wouldn't be able to feel safe anymore. He was completely alone. The Dark Lord would come back and he still had to wash the dishes. Desperately looking of a way to get out from his desperate situation, he began to wash the dishes without any soap because his heartless enemy had taken it away.

He wonders how he could survive an entire summer with the Dursleys and the threat of Voldemort…

Annoying author voice:" Will Harry survive his summer at the Dursley's house, will he get killed soon? Will he find a way to escape or contacting his friends?

To be continued…

p.s. Sorry for my mistakes, English is not my maternal language so It is hard to correct it. I hope you had fun while reading my story. Also, this story was written before the fifth book the order of phoenix was published.