Hi everyone sorry I was late with the upload but I was kinda busy (please read lazy instead of busy) and so now this is late :( but rejoice good people! I have the Hogwarts House Cup for 09/10 and Ravenclaw won with 75p (the only person to enter) with Slytherin on 0p, Gryffindor on 0p and Hufflepuff on 0p. Almost by the end of this week I will be posting another story up because this chapter is too small.

From XxAlysxX!

p.s. I want 5 reviews by the end of this week for the next chapter! And thanks to My Solitude, Loretta537, especially Clarrolx who entered the HHC, adenoide and finally HarrySlytherinson for you reviews! Also I haven't given this story up yet and I actually have a plotline for it!

Gruesome Stew

Oh mighty, oh vicious,

And ever so delicious,

I take from you~,

Your bones and your meat,

And your hands and your feet,

Put into my stew~,

Please don't run,

For you'll ruin my fun,

When it's the time to kill you~,

It will be the time to eat,

So I shall have a feast,

For your blood is my soup,

Your meat is my food,

And your men are in the coup,

Putting me in such a mood~.-Christine Mackrell, a really weird friend of mine.

When Harry awoke for a second time he was in his cupboard. He still calls it his because it is his nobody can stop it, not even if they did give him Dudley's old room. It was his first or really second sleeping area but he couldn't remember the one from Gregoric's Hollow bedroom.
This cupboard held all of his fondest (due to not going outside that much) and (all thanks to Uncle Vernon) worst memories.
Even when spiders venomous and non venomous, his broom, wand and trunk were in it he still was happy with it and could still fit in it which was the important part right now since he knew that the door of the cupboard was locked and that he didn't know what time it was because Dudley always watched T.V. in the holidays whether it was during the day or night.
His cupboard was always cold during the summer which was good and bad at times for Harry but somehow it seemed warmer instead of its natural coldness that he was used to. Harry was pulled out of his sanctuary by his dear Uncle Vernon who had seen it fit to rain blows of punches and kicks to Harry for blacking out in his new car and for being a Freak that did Freaky things over at that Freak school. Once again Harry blacked out but for a different reason this time.
Slowly sounds of hurried footsteps came down the staircase that Harry could hear quite clearly due to him being underneath the staircase. Light flooded the crowded room, so much so Harry had to put his hand in front of his face to shield his eyes of the bright light. The face of his Aunt Petunia slowly entered his eyes and his ears and she yelled at him to make the family breakfast before grumbling of ungrateful nephews and slammed to cupboard door making Harry wince at the noise.
Harry sighed before slowly crawling out of his cupboard, not that there was much space between him and the cupboard door, and took his first unstable steps out of the door and into the bright that blinded him before. (AN: Hey I made it rhyme! Door, before. I win! Sorry I just had to say that)Taking a few unbalanced steps towards the kitchen while cracking his back from the uncomfortable sleep he had, he quickly went back into routine that was set out for him since a young age and every year since he got back for the summer holidays from Hogwarts.
Harry didn't know when it was that he got out the frying pan and food but he did and were quickly pulled out of his musing when he got burnt by the hot oil on his arm coming from the heated pan where bacon was frying with plates of toast nearby him and eggs still in the shell.
The oil that burnt him on his unprotected arm around the wrist didn't sting all of a sudden as Harry curiously felt around the angry red mark that contained oil but now just had cooled fat where the oil should had been.
Harry poked the small flake of fat before peeling it off of his skin and flicking off somewhere randomly and figured that it was his accidently magic happening again but he wasn't entirely convinced because he wasn't feeling really angry or sad right now.
After breakfast, in which Harry witnessed Dudley eat 5 bacon strips, 3 eggs, 6 pieces of toast, 4 glasses of juice and a bowl of porridge while he ate a banana and apple for breakfast, Uncle Vernon had given Harry a list of what needed to be done before he got back from work, including repainting the shed, tending to the roses and cleaning the toilet.
Harry's eyes bludged as he looked on at the list before remembering something very important, the Hogsmeade form and ran into his cupboard before Uncle Vernon had a chance to leave for work so that he had no time to really think about it.
In 2 papers in one hand Harry ran out the door passing Aunt Petunia just in time before Uncle Vernon opened to the front door to his new car with his Aunt Petunia watching his every move.

'Uncle Vernon! I was just wondering would you sign this form for my school, it's for a-a school trip that the school organizes for third years and up, and if you did sign it I won't do anything bad from now til I go back to school and anything that you say!' Harry said nervously and watched Uncle Vernon who was in deep concentration with his beady eyes flickering from Harry's face to his hands.

'Anything that I say, Boy?' Uncle Vernon said as if tasting it on his tongue.

'Yes, sir!' Harry said.

'Well my sister is going to coming over in a week, you're going to make this house the cleanest on the street to welcome my sister and treat her like a royal when she does come if you do that then I'll sign your stupid form,' Uncle Vernon said.

'But darling-,' Aunt Petunia began to speak before getting interrupted by Uncle Vernon.

'No my sweet flower, I'm a man of my word. If the Boy can do all of those things in a week then I'll sign that form,' Uncle Vernon said. Aunt Petunia looked like she was going to say something else but kept her mouth shut and looked at Harry as if he was wasting Uncle Vernon's time.

'Bye my sweet flower!' Uncle Vernon shouted with a large smile on his face that looked unpleasant in the least and stepped into his new car and drove away to work. With that Aunt Petunia stepped back into the house leaving the front door slightly ajar for Harry to get back inside, with a new hope in his heart.