Author's note: Ack! I did not intend for Andrew to sound all Voldemort-ish. I was leaning towards the James Bond/Pierce Brosnen (did I spell that right?) sort of voice without the really heavy British accent, although this is what I get for trying to remember my vocals. Thank you Giesbrecht for pointing that out to me.
Part 4
Harry dragged himself towards the bathroom; he turned on the shower and undressed, stepping into the hot spray. He felt exhausted, scrubbing those windows and being given a roast beef sandwich before being rushed to wash and polish the food encrusted china that Mrs. Worth had pointed out.
"I can't believe I'll be getting it even worse tomorrow." Harry said to himself, leaning forward to let the water caress his back.
He left the shower after washing up and dried his hair while looking for a clean pair of pajamas, as he searched it just occurred to him that he hadn't looked carefully at his room since his arrival. Taking this time to do it now, Harry realized that it was way better than his room at the Dursley's; it almost rivaled the room he shared at Hogwarts.
There was a twin size bed with green sheets but no canopy, two table stands at both sides of the bed and a dresser sitting on the wall opposite. The floor was covered in smooth polished hard wood, a table with a chair sat in the middle, and right behind him was the door that lead to the bathroom.
"At least the room's not so bad." He mused, shrugging into a large shirt and boxers. Getting into bed, Harry hoped that he didn't have to deal with any dragons in the morning.
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Sirius watched as Hedwig flew away into the night after resting for an hour before opening the note Harry sent him. He tore it open and quickly read the contents of the letter. Something about it didn't seem right and he read it again before a light clicked and he hurriedly ran into the house.
"What's the matter Padfoot? You look as if you've seen a ghost." Remus asked looking up from is book.
"The family Harry is staying with went on vacation and took him with them. I thought Dumbledore had to be notified months in advanced before taking Harry anywhere outside the city limits. But it sounds like they had just decided to up and leave. I need to speak to Albus." Sirius answered, grabbing a piece of parchment and scribbling a quick note to the Headmaster.
"That is a worrisome thought. But Harry has proved he can take care of himself." Remus told him.
"Yeah but I have a bad feeling about this. Especially since Hedwig can't be there to get help if he needs it." Sirius sent the note by Floo and paced in front of the fireplace as he waited for the reply from Dumbledore. Remus nodded and went back to reading his book, a worried frown on his face.
Half an hour later, a note came back through the fireplace with Dumbledore's neat script printed on it. Sirius snatched it from the ground and read it out loud.
Dear Sirius,
It seems the Dursley's thought not to inform me of their vacation plans and right now I have sent someone to go looking for them. Do not worry I will have news of Harry's whereabouts by tomorrow afternoon. Take care of yourself.
Albus Dumbledore
"See, Harry will be safe."
"I bet he sent that Deatheater Snape. Wouldn't put it past the slimy bastard to kill Harry and say it was an accident." Sirius mumbled.
"Albus trust's Severus and so do I." Sirius leveled Remus with a glare, "To an extent." Remus conceded.
"If that Deatheater so much as harms a hair on his head..." Sirius threatened.
"He wouldn't do that Sirius. Have faith in Dumbledore. Now come on it's time to make dinner."
Remus put his book down and lead Sirius to the kitchen were they both started dinner, taking their minds off the situation for the moment.
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Harry woke again to the same cold treatment as yesterday and wondered if this was going to be an everyday thing. He opened his eyes and saw a bleary Sherry standing over him.
"Come Potter, we don't have time to waste on sleeping." she turned away and left.
Sighing, Harry gout out of bed and put his glasses on. Getting dressed quickly, he left the room and saw Sherry standing in the hall, glaring at him. With out a word she turned and Harry followed behind her at a jog.
'This is definitely going to become a habit.' he thought, just as they reached the end of the hall.
"Today Mr. Potter you will be cleaning out the attic, arranging the books in the library in alphabetical order, and then cleaning out the basement. You must have all of these done by the end of the day. Hopefully you will." Sherry smirked at Harry mysteriously before dropping him off at door a few feet away from the stairs that lead down.
"You will be getting your meals regularly since the Master thinks it is wrong to starve a child in order to get excellent work from them. I will be bringing you breakfast in three hours. When you are finished with the attic you are to call me and I will escort you to the library, after you are done I will then lead you to the basement." With that said, Sherry turned away and went downstairs.
Harry stood in front of the door and wondered what horror of horrors could be in there that it needed cleaning and why he was being given the whole day, instead of three hours.
"Probably a bunch of Bogarts in there and the basement too." He sighed, then opened the door and went in.
Okay I know this is a little short but the next part is about all three of Harry's chores. If I'm lucky and the writer's block doesn't hit anytime soon I can have that out by this weekend. Thanks all of you for waiting patiently.Vernon hummed as he walked up the stairs. Lying on the table forgotten, the article for Andrew's House of Unwanted Children vanished.
Part 4
Harry dragged himself towards the bathroom; he turned on the shower and undressed, stepping into the hot spray. He felt exhausted, scrubbing those windows and being given a roast beef sandwich before being rushed to wash and polish the food encrusted china that Mrs. Worth had pointed out.
"I can't believe I'll be getting it even worse tomorrow." Harry said to himself, leaning forward to let the water caress his back.
He left the shower after washing up and dried his hair while looking for a clean pair of pajamas, as he searched it just occurred to him that he hadn't looked carefully at his room since his arrival. Taking this time to do it now, Harry realized that it was way better than his room at the Dursley's; it almost rivaled the room he shared at Hogwarts.
There was a twin size bed with green sheets but no canopy, two table stands at both sides of the bed and a dresser sitting on the wall opposite. The floor was covered in smooth polished hard wood, a table with a chair sat in the middle, and right behind him was the door that lead to the bathroom.
"At least the room's not so bad." He mused, shrugging into a large shirt and boxers. Getting into bed, Harry hoped that he didn't have to deal with any dragons in the morning.
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Sirius watched as Hedwig flew away into the night after resting for an hour before opening the note Harry sent him. He tore it open and quickly read the contents of the letter. Something about it didn't seem right and he read it again before a light clicked and he hurriedly ran into the house.
"What's the matter Padfoot? You look as if you've seen a ghost." Remus asked looking up from is book.
"The family Harry is staying with went on vacation and took him with them. I thought Dumbledore had to be notified months in advanced before taking Harry anywhere outside the city limits. But it sounds like they had just decided to up and leave. I need to speak to Albus." Sirius answered, grabbing a piece of parchment and scribbling a quick note to the Headmaster.
"That is a worrisome thought. But Harry has proved he can take care of himself." Remus told him.
"Yeah but I have a bad feeling about this. Especially since Hedwig can't be there to get help if he needs it." Sirius sent the note by Floo and paced in front of the fireplace as he waited for the reply from Dumbledore. Remus nodded and went back to reading his book, a worried frown on his face.
Half an hour later, a note came back through the fireplace with Dumbledore's neat script printed on it. Sirius snatched it from the ground and read it out loud.
Dear Sirius,
It seems the Dursley's thought not to inform me of their vacation plans and right now I have sent someone to go looking for them. Do not worry I will have news of Harry's whereabouts by tomorrow afternoon. Take care of yourself.
Albus Dumbledore
"See, Harry will be safe."
"I bet he sent that Deatheater Snape. Wouldn't put it past the slimy bastard to kill Harry and say it was an accident." Sirius mumbled.
"Albus trust's Severus and so do I." Sirius leveled Remus with a glare, "To an extent." Remus conceded.
"If that Deatheater so much as harms a hair on his head..." Sirius threatened.
"He wouldn't do that Sirius. Have faith in Dumbledore. Now come on it's time to make dinner."
Remus put his book down and lead Sirius to the kitchen were they both started dinner, taking their minds off the situation for the moment.
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Harry woke again to the same cold treatment as yesterday and wondered if this was going to be an everyday thing. He opened his eyes and saw a bleary Sherry standing over him.
"Come Potter, we don't have time to waste on sleeping." she turned away and left.
Sighing, Harry gout out of bed and put his glasses on. Getting dressed quickly, he left the room and saw Sherry standing in the hall, glaring at him. With out a word she turned and Harry followed behind her at a jog.
'This is definitely going to become a habit.' he thought, just as they reached the end of the hall.
"Today Mr. Potter you will be cleaning out the attic, arranging the books in the library in alphabetical order, and then cleaning out the basement. You must have all of these done by the end of the day. Hopefully you will." Sherry smirked at Harry mysteriously before dropping him off at door a few feet away from the stairs that lead down.
"You will be getting your meals regularly since the Master thinks it is wrong to starve a child in order to get excellent work from them. I will be bringing you breakfast in three hours. When you are finished with the attic you are to call me and I will escort you to the library, after you are done I will then lead you to the basement." With that said, Sherry turned away and went downstairs.
Harry stood in front of the door and wondered what horror of horrors could be in there that it needed cleaning and why he was being given the whole day, instead of three hours.
"Probably a bunch of Bogarts in there and the basement too." He sighed, then opened the door and went in.
Okay I know this is a little short but the next part is about all three of Harry's chores. If I'm lucky and the writer's block doesn't hit anytime soon I can have that out by this weekend. Thanks all of you for waiting patiently.Vernon hummed as he walked up the stairs. Lying on the table forgotten, the article for Andrew's House of Unwanted Children vanished.