Disclaimer: Harry Potter and friends/enemies = WB and JK Rolwing's Plot = mine AN: I don't remember if I mention that my name used to be Jaimie C. JC just in case if I reviewed you story longed time ago (I don't usually sign in) Anywho. Thank you my two reviewers for my last chapter ami and someone who left it blank. And thank you anyone else who reviews it while I'm typing this chapter. Hope you enjoy this chapter. Some mild Harry abuse scenes in this one. Please read *and review*



Harry Potter and His Fifth Year

Chapter 2 The Worst Summer



Harry watched as the sun rose. He slowly got up so he wouldn't agitate any wounds. Harry grabbed his homework and the four birthday cards, one from each Hermione, Ron, Hagrid, and Sirius and Remus, and hid them under the loose floorboard. He went to the small mirror again and saw his puffed up eye. Harry gingerly touched it. He sighed and went to look for some clothes to wear.

"This is going to be one hell of a day," he said pulling on an overly large shirt. Harry slowly went downstairs, sore from previous weeks, to see his Aunt Petunia waiting by the frying pan.

"Boy here are your chores today: cook breakfast, mow the lawn, weed my flowers, dust everything, vacuum, wash the dishes, and do whatever Vernon says. Oh, this must be done before Vernon comes home."

"That's not fair! I can't do all of that in twelve hours!" Harry cried out.

Vernon got up from his chair and got in Harry's face, "DON'T YOU EVER TALK BACK TO YOUR AUNT YOU UNGRATEFUL BRAT! YOU WILL DO ALL OF THIS BEFORE I'M HOME DURING MY LUNCH HOUR!"

"No, I'm not going to put up with this crap. I will not. I'm going to tell my godfather about this," Harry said while turning around and walking to the door.

"Oh no you're not!" Vernon said grabbing Harry by the waist and shoving him to the floor. Harry tried to get up and run up the stairs but Vernon kicked him in the stomach. Vernon proceeded to punch and kick Harry until he was semi-conscious. "Now you will do everything your aunt told you, understand," Vernon said panting.

"Yes, sir," Harry replied trying to clear his vision.

"And you won't be writing to any of those freaks or godfather anymore. If I see you anywhere near that ruddy owl, I'll kill it." Vernon backed away, "Now go cook breakfast boy!"

Harry rolled over and slowly got up. His right eye was turning purple, his lip was cut and bleeding, and it felt like a few ribs were broken. He slowly walked into the kitchen and started to cook. Dudley came in yawning.

"Dad, he kept me up all night with his yelling." Dudley said as he faked a large yawn.

"Don't worry Dudley, if he does it again he'll pay for it," Vernon said emphasizing the last words.

Harry grabbed the frying pan and started to the table but his hand started to give out and he grabbed it with both hands to steady it, although it didn't help. He placed the last touches on the table and sat down.

Vernon looked up, "Go do your chores boy! Don't expect any food until you do work!"

This wasn't the first time Vernon had told this to Harry. Harry was always skinny for his age (probably from living in a cupboard for 10 years) but now he was so skinny every bone stuck out. Dudley's overlarge clothes were even larger on Harry and no matter how tight Harry's belt was the pants still sagged.

Harry got up, headed to the garage, and got out the lawn mower. Just before he started, Vernon came out. "If anyone asks boy, you got your bruises from falling down the stairs. Understand?" Vernon said his face saying you better.

"Yes sir," Harry mumbled. Vernon left and Harry started to cut the grass in the heat.

An hour later, Harry put it away and got out a bag and scissors to cut away the weeds. Harry didn't dare take off his shirt. The neighbors may ask questions about the bruises and cuts that filled his back and Vernon could get very mad if Harry said something wrong or something at all.

Half way through weeding, Harry stopped working, although the dizziness that had formed didn't. Harry blinked a few times to try to regain focus but was failing. His throat was parched and his neck, face, and arms were very sun burnt.

"Harry are you alright?" a voice behind Harry said making him jump.

"He slowly turned around. " Yes, I'm fine Mrs. Figg." His vision blurred more.

"You look awfully tired Harry. What happened to your eye?" Mrs. Figg asked concern filling her voice.

"I.." a headache started to form, his scar started to burn, "I fell.." he heard screaming, he saw dead bodies everywhere. He saw a skull with a snake, the Dark Mark floating overhead. He heard a cruel laughter, Voldemort's cruel laughter. Flashes of green everywhere.

Mrs. Figg noticed Harry's eyes go out of focus. "Harry, dear, are you alright?" At that moment, Harry collapsed on the ground, his eyes staring at one thing, his mouth open in a silent scream, his body shaking. Mrs. Figg rushed over and felt his forehead. "Oh you're burning up. Harry can you hear me? Harry!?"

Destruction everywhere. There were no more screams of terror just mouths open in a silent scream forever. Fire burned whatever was still standing. Now the whole sky was filled with Dark Marks. In a flash, it all disappeared. Harry saw Mrs. Figg over him before him before he blacked out.





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