Dislcaimers: *clears throat* HP gang not mine. *bows* thank you.
Author's Note: I forgot to mention that this is all happening two years after GoF. So Harry would be going into his sixth year at Hogwarts. Also there is mild violence in this one and some swearing.
Untitled
Dark Moon
Harry widened his eyes as something woke him up. Blinking his eyes, he found that the freezing cold water that was splashed on him must have been it. Fumbling for his glasses, he put them on and Sherry focused into view.
"Wake up you lazy boy. It is almost four o'clock and you have chores to do." Sherry glared down at him.
"I thought chores were after breakfast?" he asked, sitting up and stiffling a yawn.
"That's what you get for thinking. Now hurry up, I don't have all day."
Sherry left the room. Harry, still climbing out of the warm comfort of sleep, grabbed his jeans and put them on. Running a hand through his hair and washing his face, he groggily left his room and saw Sherry was standing impatiently by the door.
"Sorry." he said, but she just started down the hall and Harry still had to jog behind her.
"You will be cleaning the garden, pull every single weed and prune the flowers. Once you are finished and I feel that you have done a satisfactory job, you may come in to breakfast. After breakfast you will clean the kitchen and polish the silverware. If I see even a spot on the silver you will not be getting lunch. After lunch you are to wash every window on the first floor. You will then eat dinner. Before going to bed I want the china gleaming in the cabinets. Not a speck of dust. Understand." she led him down a flight of steps.
"Yes ma'am."
"Do not think you can magic your chores done either. There are wards around this place that make sure not an ounce of magic can be used unless by me or my Master."
Harry was shocked, he didn't think these people knew about the wizarding world and he'd bet his fortune Uncle Vernon didn't know either. Sherry lead him through a large kitchen but since it was dark, Harry couldn't see anything and when she opened the back door to the backyard it was still dark out. She snapped her fingers and lights flared from a hidden source revealing a garden that needed a lot of work. Weeds grew everywhere and the bushes looked like sheep that hadn't been shaved in years. Sherry smirked at Harry's wide eyed stare.
"I will be back in two hours."
Alone, Harry wished he had a pair of gloves when he saw the monster thorns on some of the hedges.
"Might as well get started."
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"Ouch, shit." Harry mumbled for the hundreth time. He looked at his finger and saw another cut among the numerous on his hands, welling with blood. Putting the digit in his mouth, he sucked on it until the pain numbed and returned to pulling the weeds from a very stubborn rose bush.
Sitting back on his heels with the weed in his hands, Harry glanced around the garden and saw that he still had lots of work to do and by the small rays of the sun, knew he was going to be without breakfast that day. Sighing, he surveyed the bush and was glad that he had gotten all the weeds. He then picked up a pair of rusty clippers that he had found beside the wall of the house and began chopping the bush into a reasonable round shape. Unaware of the vine that was sneaking it's way towards his leg.
"Hey leggo." Harry squirmed as a very playful vine wrapped around his ankle and lifted him in the air.
Upside down, Harry felt the blood rushing to his head and became dizzy as the vine had decided that swinging him back and forth would be fun. It then wrapped itself around his waist and squeezed. Feeling his stomach jump in his throat, Harry knew it was time to end this.
"If you don't get the hell off me, I'll cut you for firewood." he threatened.
As if burned the vine dropped him on the ground earning another bruise on his already stiff shoulders.
"Thank you." dusting himself off, Harry returned to chopping the bush.
As six o'clock approached, Harry stepped away with the last weed and dumped it into the trashbag. Dusting his hands off, Harry took one last look at the garden and grinned. It had been hard and he was going to be sore for weeks but the job was done.
"Well Mr. Potter, congratulations are in order." Sherry said from behind him.
Harry turned, grin in place and tilted his head slightly to her.
"But it seems you will be missing breakfast as it is six oh one. Go to your room and get cleaned up. The kitchen will be waiting for you when you are done."
"Wait a minute that's not fair." Harry cried.
"You should know by now, Mr. Potter, that life is not fair. Hurry up or you will be missing lunch as well." Sherry smirked and left the doorway.
Cursing under his breath, Harry did as he was told. In his room, he peeled off his sweat soaked clothing and winced as particular scratch was grazed by the rough cloth. Running a shower, he felt the hot water rinsing away the blood on his bare arms and face. With regret he got out and dried off, not seeing anything to bandage his cuts and put on a pair of Dudley's old baggy jeans and a long sleeved shirt.
Fifteen minutes later, Harry stood in front of the sink wondering how one woman could eat so much. Piles of dishes lay stacked in the sink and out of it, there were grimy pots and pans, glasses that had some unknown substance stuck to the rim, and the silverware wasn't silver it was bronze with misuse.
"Things just get better and better." he sneered, rolling up his sleeves and running hot water into the sink.
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More to come on the next installment of: Untitled!
Author's Note: I forgot to mention that this is all happening two years after GoF. So Harry would be going into his sixth year at Hogwarts. Also there is mild violence in this one and some swearing.
Untitled
Dark Moon
Harry widened his eyes as something woke him up. Blinking his eyes, he found that the freezing cold water that was splashed on him must have been it. Fumbling for his glasses, he put them on and Sherry focused into view.
"Wake up you lazy boy. It is almost four o'clock and you have chores to do." Sherry glared down at him.
"I thought chores were after breakfast?" he asked, sitting up and stiffling a yawn.
"That's what you get for thinking. Now hurry up, I don't have all day."
Sherry left the room. Harry, still climbing out of the warm comfort of sleep, grabbed his jeans and put them on. Running a hand through his hair and washing his face, he groggily left his room and saw Sherry was standing impatiently by the door.
"Sorry." he said, but she just started down the hall and Harry still had to jog behind her.
"You will be cleaning the garden, pull every single weed and prune the flowers. Once you are finished and I feel that you have done a satisfactory job, you may come in to breakfast. After breakfast you will clean the kitchen and polish the silverware. If I see even a spot on the silver you will not be getting lunch. After lunch you are to wash every window on the first floor. You will then eat dinner. Before going to bed I want the china gleaming in the cabinets. Not a speck of dust. Understand." she led him down a flight of steps.
"Yes ma'am."
"Do not think you can magic your chores done either. There are wards around this place that make sure not an ounce of magic can be used unless by me or my Master."
Harry was shocked, he didn't think these people knew about the wizarding world and he'd bet his fortune Uncle Vernon didn't know either. Sherry lead him through a large kitchen but since it was dark, Harry couldn't see anything and when she opened the back door to the backyard it was still dark out. She snapped her fingers and lights flared from a hidden source revealing a garden that needed a lot of work. Weeds grew everywhere and the bushes looked like sheep that hadn't been shaved in years. Sherry smirked at Harry's wide eyed stare.
"I will be back in two hours."
Alone, Harry wished he had a pair of gloves when he saw the monster thorns on some of the hedges.
"Might as well get started."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Ouch, shit." Harry mumbled for the hundreth time. He looked at his finger and saw another cut among the numerous on his hands, welling with blood. Putting the digit in his mouth, he sucked on it until the pain numbed and returned to pulling the weeds from a very stubborn rose bush.
Sitting back on his heels with the weed in his hands, Harry glanced around the garden and saw that he still had lots of work to do and by the small rays of the sun, knew he was going to be without breakfast that day. Sighing, he surveyed the bush and was glad that he had gotten all the weeds. He then picked up a pair of rusty clippers that he had found beside the wall of the house and began chopping the bush into a reasonable round shape. Unaware of the vine that was sneaking it's way towards his leg.
"Hey leggo." Harry squirmed as a very playful vine wrapped around his ankle and lifted him in the air.
Upside down, Harry felt the blood rushing to his head and became dizzy as the vine had decided that swinging him back and forth would be fun. It then wrapped itself around his waist and squeezed. Feeling his stomach jump in his throat, Harry knew it was time to end this.
"If you don't get the hell off me, I'll cut you for firewood." he threatened.
As if burned the vine dropped him on the ground earning another bruise on his already stiff shoulders.
"Thank you." dusting himself off, Harry returned to chopping the bush.
As six o'clock approached, Harry stepped away with the last weed and dumped it into the trashbag. Dusting his hands off, Harry took one last look at the garden and grinned. It had been hard and he was going to be sore for weeks but the job was done.
"Well Mr. Potter, congratulations are in order." Sherry said from behind him.
Harry turned, grin in place and tilted his head slightly to her.
"But it seems you will be missing breakfast as it is six oh one. Go to your room and get cleaned up. The kitchen will be waiting for you when you are done."
"Wait a minute that's not fair." Harry cried.
"You should know by now, Mr. Potter, that life is not fair. Hurry up or you will be missing lunch as well." Sherry smirked and left the doorway.
Cursing under his breath, Harry did as he was told. In his room, he peeled off his sweat soaked clothing and winced as particular scratch was grazed by the rough cloth. Running a shower, he felt the hot water rinsing away the blood on his bare arms and face. With regret he got out and dried off, not seeing anything to bandage his cuts and put on a pair of Dudley's old baggy jeans and a long sleeved shirt.
Fifteen minutes later, Harry stood in front of the sink wondering how one woman could eat so much. Piles of dishes lay stacked in the sink and out of it, there were grimy pots and pans, glasses that had some unknown substance stuck to the rim, and the silverware wasn't silver it was bronze with misuse.
"Things just get better and better." he sneered, rolling up his sleeves and running hot water into the sink.
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More to come on the next installment of: Untitled!