Disclaimer: obviously I do not own Harry Potter
Harry Potter lay on his bed at number four privet drive feeling miserable. Harry hated being the boy who lived; he hated having to spend the summer holidays with relatives that loathed him. He even hated Ron and Hermione who had not sent him one letter since summer started three weeks ago. All in all Harry potter hated his life. The summer had so fun been filled with the Dursleys shouting at him and making him do chores.
Oh how he hated Dumbledore for getting the order to tell the Dursleys that Harrys godfather had died. Harry personally thought that this was a stupid idea because he had now lost the only protection he had, Harry believed the orders idea to protect him was there worse yet, as his uncle made sure to read through all the letters he wrote to the order, and also had Harrys owl under lock and key so that he couldn't send letters without his uncle knowing about it. Harry knew that he could of broken Hedwig out but his Uncle threatened to kill her and Harry cared more for his owl than he did himself.
Boy" screamed Vernon Dursley from the bottom of the stairs. Harry slowly rolled off the bed. "Boy hurry up, or I will have to come up and get you". Harry ran down the stairs at lightning speed, smashing into Vernon who was waiting at the bottom of the stairs. "Boy watch where you're going".
"I'm sorry uncle Vernon".
"Oh you'll be sorry, now go and make breakfast".
Harry walked into the kitchen and broke some eggs into the frying pan. Pretty soon the smell of a fry up was seeping from the kitchen. Harry cooked a spectacular breakfast for the two male Dursleys of bacon, egg, sausages, fried mushrooms, baked beans and toast. The table groaned with the weight of all the food, Harry of course was not allowed to eat any of the food, just watch his uncle and cousin eating enough food to feed the five thousand. Petunia, of course never ate any of the food that Harry cooked for his uncle and cousin preferring to have a slice of toast and a cup of coffee. Harry always thought his cousin and uncle ate like savages, shovelling the food into their mouths and completely ignoring good table manners. "Boy clear, the table, then do your chores, we are going out".
Harry waited for the Dursleys to leave before he started to clear the table. He always liked it when the Dursleys were out as it meant that he could work at his own pace and was not constantly being shouted at.
Harry finished the washing up and then looked at his list of chores, clan the house, do the shopping, weed the garden. All the way down to number fifteen paint the fence. There was absolutely no way that Harry would be able to complete all the chores by tonight the painting alone would take him a couple of hours.
It was nearly sunset when Harry, stated to paint the fence. He had to hurry as it would soon be dark and he defiantly could not paint a fence in the dark.
The sun went down as Harry applied the last bit of paint to the fence. Exhausted Harry walked into the house and got his meagre dinner that the Dursleys had left him from the fridge. The Dursleys came back, as Harry was eating his dinner. "Boy go to bed", shouted uncle Vernon. 'He's in a mood' thought Harry as he walked slowly up the stairs.
A week had passed since Harry had, had to paint the fence, and other than a few chores Harry's summer, had been quite nice but that was all about to change.
That evening Vernon Dursley came home in a foul mood, he had been fired from his job and was boiling with rage. "Boy! This is all your fault, you did some hocas pocas and now I have lost my job." Harry knew that this was stupid Vernon had probably lost his job because he was not very good at it. Harry knew that Vernon hardly ever went in to work, preferring to go with his friends to play golf. Harry was brought back to earth by a punch into his stomach, and the beating just got worse, Vernon seemed to be really enjoying getting all of his anger out on his nephew. Harry was in agony as he counted in his head to try to detach himself from what was happening to him.
Harry awoke in his bed blood all over the sheets. Harry tried to stand but just collapsed, he looked down and saw that his leg was bent at a strange angle, harry was convinced that it was broken.
Suddenly uncle Vernon walked into the room carrying a knife, "boy it is time for you to meet your maker" and with that said Vernon Dursley stabbed Harry in the stomach. Harry clutched his stomach, blood gushing out of the open wound. "Boy I have lost my job so I am blowing up the house to get insurance that will help pay our mounting debts, you dying in it is just an added bonus, I don't know when the house will blow but I have caused a gas leak. See you in hell Potter". With that said Vernon Dursley left his bleeding nephew, and a few minutes later Harry heard the front door close.