Summer Day
Chapter II: Summer Day
A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds
are singing, and the lawn mower is broken.
--James Dent

The house at number four Privet Drive was completely normal. Everyday was the same, just as boring as the last, and just as boring as the next. But it was normal. Until the summer came. Every summer Vernon and Petunia Dursleys nephew came home for three months. Their nephew, you see, was a freak. Went to a school for Wizards and performed magic and everything. Completely unnormal, disrupting their usually normal household. But even with him there, they tried desperately to appear normal.
Except for today. Today, the house was shaking.
"BOY!!!" Vernon Dursley yelled, "You get down here and cut the grass! I told you to do it yesterday, so why isn't it done?!"
Harry Potter, a fifteen-year-old wizard, bounded down the steps at his uncle's shout. Without a word he headed out to the garage to get out the mower. He went through the usual motions of filling it up with gas, pressing the starter and taking down the drainpipes. But when he went to start it, nothing happened. He cursed under his breath and tried again. Nothing. He called for his uncle and explained to him that the mower was broken.
"Well why don't you use some of that magic," he spat out the word, as if it left a bitter taste in his mouth, "to get it started.
"Icantusemagiconholiday." Harry mumbled under his breath, knowing that one of his two defenses, which were the only ways to ensure he made it through the summer alive, was gone.
"What was that boy, I couldn't hear you?"
"I can't use magic on holiday." Harry said quietly, not daring to look his uncle in the eye. Risking a quick glance up at his uncle, he felt a sinking feeling in his stomach.
"Can't use magic, hmmm? Well, now, this is interesting." His fist suddenly shot out and clipped Harry on the left cheek. Harry stumbled back with the force of the contact.
Harry was shocked. Never, in the fourteen years he had lived at number four Privet Drive had he been hit. Not like that anyway. He had been slapped many times when he was younger, but this was the first time since he had started Hogwarts that they had lay a hand on him. And it was certainly the first time he had ever been hit like that, with the much force. He felt the fear rising in his throat. His uncle knew he couldn't use magic, and after over a year without proof that he really did have a godfather, they were starting to suspect Harry had been lying. He was helpless. If Vernon hit him, there was no way he could fight back. He had grown that summer, now about five feet, seven and a half inches tall, but his uncle, a large, beefy man, was still much larger than Harry and could easily overpower him. Harry felt his natural instinct to flee take control of his legs and he began to run. He wasn't fast enough. Just as he turned away, Vernon grabbed the collar of Harry's shirt and violently yanked him back. Harry shut his eyes tight as he felt his uncle's closed fist slam into his back, causing him to gasp in pain. Only a moment later he felt the fist slam into the back of his skull. After that, everything went black.

To Be Continued

Author's Note:Yes, I know that once again, it was a short part, and there was no good stuff, but I'm building up to that. I mean I have to have a plot for you to understand anything that's going on, so please, just bear with me. And yes, the slash will be coming soon. Kudos to anyone who can correctly guess the main couple of the story. And please review!!!