Chapter 1 Vacation starts with Harry

Harry's p.o.v.

'Wow... well now isn't this fun... I get to stay in this hell hole, picking up after the Durselys , who treat me like gum they just found on the bottom of their new shoes, when my friends get to be together at Grimauld place. This summer sucks! And now I know why I have to be here, and I have to be expected to murder' Harry fumed as he sat in his bedroom at the Dursely's.

"Don't think about it!" he reminded himself for the 5th time since he got there late last night.

' it's not fair. Life isn't fair. Maybe I should write Ron and Hermione, or Remus. '

At this thought he got an image of Remus holding him back at the department of mysteries...When Sirius died...

"Don't think about him" he said to himself.

'Maybe I should go for a walk...'

"BOOOYYYYY!!!" Vernon hollered from downstairs as Harry was pulling his bedroom door closed, ready to go for that walk. "GET DOWN HERE!!!"

Heart thumping in his chest he quickly went downstairs. His Uncle Vernon was standing next to the hallway were the newly installed front door was, his face a tomato red.

"First the door now this??? I told you to finish your chores before I got home. Well I'm home and I see some dirty dishes and a dirty rug- did you do ANY of what I told you to do?!?" He drew a breath and Harry just stared angrily at the mess the house was in. It wasn't like this earlier.

"It wasn't like this earlier, I swear, I did everything this morning!" Harry said.

"Well you better ...(he pauses) fix it all now before the Maisons come over for dinner, and I don't want Petunia stressing over it all, and I want you to help her with the groceries afterwards." U.V. said in a slightly calmer voice.

"Fine" Harry said quietly, as he turned to the dishes.

'That's odd of him to make me go get groceries with A.P. Why does she need help, and why would she be stressing over anything. SHES no the one who has all my problems, then shed really be stressing.' Questions like these ran through Harry's head as he watched a cat try and pounce on a bird outside the kitchen window as he did up the dishes, which were a result of Dudley and Piers in and out of the house eating all day then racing around the neighborhood, then tracking their muddy feet inside to eat again.

'It's almost like they did it on purpose, just to make a bigger mess for me' He thought angrily. Once he was done he wiped the sweat off his forehead and grabbed a mop. It took him very little time to do the kitchen floor, but it took him way longer to shampoo the carpet again.

Then he thought about the new door. It was not his fault but he was getting blamed for it as usual. What had happened was when he had gotten home a few nights ago and he went into the house everything was fine. After an hour of unpacking though there was a loud banging sound of something being knocked down. To make a long story short a rival "gang" of Dudley's had taken an axe and sent it through the old door. Harry was blamed because there was no one else to blame, as no one was caught. That was how it was around here; he usually got blamed for everything. It sucked major.