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Chapter/Part: 5
Harry couldn't wait until he got to Ms. Whaley's home. He knew it would be nice because she was nice and the classroom always was in place. But he was worried. Seriously what was he going to do now? He had no idea why he was going with her or what he would have to do now. He hoped not memorize books and notes. He loved school but not that much to memorize books.
Ms. Whaley was not an ordinary person unless you call being and undercover witch ordinary. She knew Harry's mum and dad. She knew his godfather as she was his wife. She knew Sirius was innocent and that he and she should be taking care of Harry but as no one believed him or her, so he was in Azkaban and her undercover as a muggle. She liked what she did but missed her other friends and her husband. This summer would be different as she would be taking care of her godson and if she found out the way Harry was acting was because he was treated badly he would never go back. She would make sure of it. She didn't care about the threat that Voldie would come back or any of it. She only cared for Harry and having him with those people made her mad.
She lived only half an hour away from the school which wasn't too long. She would have stopped somewhere to get take home but she felt it would be better to go home first and get Harry settled and then make dinner. He could watch TV or something while she cooked. So as soon as they got home she took Harry's suitcase to his room. Then told him to unpack his clothes and toys. He looked at her like she was insane when she spoke of his toys but she ignored it for the time. While he was doing that she went and changed and looked to see what they had for dinner. Pizza, leftover chicken, salad, spaghetti, or lasagna. She would ask him. Tomorrow they would go shopping for food. She went back to his room to find him finishing his packing. He didn't even look like cared what they had. Looked like he was surprise to even choose. She didn't like that. Nor for that matter she didn't like the fact that he really did look like he didn't eat.
Harry was surprised he knew the foods she was talking about and knew there smells but he defiantly had no idea what they tasted like. He was never aloud them. Not even once. Dudley's favorite was pizza as were other kids he knew but he really didn't know what they tasted like. He didn't care wait they ate. So he said very shyly "I would be happy with a half piece of buttered bread." That made her angry.
No way did he just say that? That he would be happy with butter and bread? I don't think so. Okay that's it its pizza as most kids like that. So she went and popped it in the over. Then she told Harry to sit at the table and followed his lead. That TV she thought he would watch was out at the moment no way was she letting him off the hook with that sentence. He blood was boiling overtime.
"Harry what to you have for breakfast every morning?" She asked gently.
"Well I have toast." Harry said very timidly.
"What about lunch." Her voice calm.
"A half sandwich with a slice of lunch meat."
"Dinner." She was being patient with him and looked like it but on the inside it was a different story.
"A half butter bread."
"And what do you drink in the mean time?"
"Water."
"I see. Is that everyday or just sometimes?"
"Everyday all the time."
"So you've never tried any other foods?"
"No." He said softly. He was worried that she didn't like his answers.
"Well tonight you'll try pizza. If you don't like it you don't have to eat it but I want you to try it. We'll find something else for you to eat if you don't like it. Ok?" Water would be fine for now. He could try a fruit drink tomorrow or later.
"Yes."
"Why don't you go watch TV?"
"I don't know how." He said and this time it was very bashful.
"Haven't you ever watched TV and used the remote?" She asked but was afraid of the answer. This wasn't turning out good.
"No. I haven't ever watched TV."
"Well then that'll have to change just like your food habits. Let me check the pizza."
Ms. Whaley went into the kitchen and checked on the pizza. It was done. She took it out and cut it and put two pieces on her plate and two on Harry's. She then walked back into the dinning room and laid Harry's plate in front of him then laid her plate in front of her. She went back to the kitchen and got a glass of water for both of them. After that was done it was time to eat.
"So Harry try the pizza..Do you like it?" She asked after he took a bit.
"It's different. What's on it?"
"Cheese, pepperoni, peppers, and mushrooms. I'm glad you like it."
"I'm not going to eat both pieces."
"Try to eat as much as you can. So what do you do during the days off school?"
"Small chores and sit in my room staring at the wall."
"What kind of chores?"
"Well I clean the floors and I do the dishes. I'm learning to cook so when I learn how to I'll do that. I set the table. I also pick up Dudleys toys. When I turn eight I'll learn how to do the laundry. And do that too." Then when I turn nine I'll learn how to garden and mow outside and all the other house duties and do those so uncle Vernon won't have too."
"I see." She had no idea what to say. She was too angry to say anything. A five year old almost six knew his life's plan and knew he would have to work for his aunt and uncle and get nothing for it. A five year old and six year old was too young to know that stuff and was too young to be by a stove alone let alone cook.
"Ms. Whaley why does it hurt when you leave the metal spoon in the pan?" Harry's small voice pulled her out of her musings. He was only curious now that he brought up he was learning to cook he could ask.
"Well Harry that's because the metal gets hot and when your hand touches it, it sends a signal to your brain telling it that there's something hot in your hand. As were not at school and wont be for a while don't call me Ms. Whaley. My name is Kari call me that. Ok."
"Ok. I'm can't eat anymore." He didn't even touch his second piece and only ate half his first piece. His stomach was use to small amounts. Time would be the only thing taking care of that.
After dinner she took him into the living room to watch movies. He liked Peter Pan the best. They also watched Beauty and the Beast. They would watch another movie tomorrow. After the second movie it was time for him to get ready for bed. He changed and got settled in bed. He was surprised when Kari came in to tuck him in. He hadn't been tucked in unless he was when his parents took care of him.
Kari knew she had her work cut out. She wasn't happy with the Dursleys and was writing a note to Dumbledore tomorrow. He either was going to give her custody or hand him to someone who could care for him better.
Harry loved his teacher. She was very nice to him. She even allowed him pizza. He couldn't believe that. Although she seemed upset about something and he wondered if it was something he did. It probably was although he didn't know what but he never knew what made his uncle made so it didn't matter. He would apologize tomorrow.
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Okay so I'm changing the whole story or so I'm changing most of it.
Thanks to everyone who reviewed.
Chapter/Part: 5
Harry couldn't wait until he got to Ms. Whaley's home. He knew it would be nice because she was nice and the classroom always was in place. But he was worried. Seriously what was he going to do now? He had no idea why he was going with her or what he would have to do now. He hoped not memorize books and notes. He loved school but not that much to memorize books.
Ms. Whaley was not an ordinary person unless you call being and undercover witch ordinary. She knew Harry's mum and dad. She knew his godfather as she was his wife. She knew Sirius was innocent and that he and she should be taking care of Harry but as no one believed him or her, so he was in Azkaban and her undercover as a muggle. She liked what she did but missed her other friends and her husband. This summer would be different as she would be taking care of her godson and if she found out the way Harry was acting was because he was treated badly he would never go back. She would make sure of it. She didn't care about the threat that Voldie would come back or any of it. She only cared for Harry and having him with those people made her mad.
She lived only half an hour away from the school which wasn't too long. She would have stopped somewhere to get take home but she felt it would be better to go home first and get Harry settled and then make dinner. He could watch TV or something while she cooked. So as soon as they got home she took Harry's suitcase to his room. Then told him to unpack his clothes and toys. He looked at her like she was insane when she spoke of his toys but she ignored it for the time. While he was doing that she went and changed and looked to see what they had for dinner. Pizza, leftover chicken, salad, spaghetti, or lasagna. She would ask him. Tomorrow they would go shopping for food. She went back to his room to find him finishing his packing. He didn't even look like cared what they had. Looked like he was surprise to even choose. She didn't like that. Nor for that matter she didn't like the fact that he really did look like he didn't eat.
Harry was surprised he knew the foods she was talking about and knew there smells but he defiantly had no idea what they tasted like. He was never aloud them. Not even once. Dudley's favorite was pizza as were other kids he knew but he really didn't know what they tasted like. He didn't care wait they ate. So he said very shyly "I would be happy with a half piece of buttered bread." That made her angry.
No way did he just say that? That he would be happy with butter and bread? I don't think so. Okay that's it its pizza as most kids like that. So she went and popped it in the over. Then she told Harry to sit at the table and followed his lead. That TV she thought he would watch was out at the moment no way was she letting him off the hook with that sentence. He blood was boiling overtime.
"Harry what to you have for breakfast every morning?" She asked gently.
"Well I have toast." Harry said very timidly.
"What about lunch." Her voice calm.
"A half sandwich with a slice of lunch meat."
"Dinner." She was being patient with him and looked like it but on the inside it was a different story.
"A half butter bread."
"And what do you drink in the mean time?"
"Water."
"I see. Is that everyday or just sometimes?"
"Everyday all the time."
"So you've never tried any other foods?"
"No." He said softly. He was worried that she didn't like his answers.
"Well tonight you'll try pizza. If you don't like it you don't have to eat it but I want you to try it. We'll find something else for you to eat if you don't like it. Ok?" Water would be fine for now. He could try a fruit drink tomorrow or later.
"Yes."
"Why don't you go watch TV?"
"I don't know how." He said and this time it was very bashful.
"Haven't you ever watched TV and used the remote?" She asked but was afraid of the answer. This wasn't turning out good.
"No. I haven't ever watched TV."
"Well then that'll have to change just like your food habits. Let me check the pizza."
Ms. Whaley went into the kitchen and checked on the pizza. It was done. She took it out and cut it and put two pieces on her plate and two on Harry's. She then walked back into the dinning room and laid Harry's plate in front of him then laid her plate in front of her. She went back to the kitchen and got a glass of water for both of them. After that was done it was time to eat.
"So Harry try the pizza..Do you like it?" She asked after he took a bit.
"It's different. What's on it?"
"Cheese, pepperoni, peppers, and mushrooms. I'm glad you like it."
"I'm not going to eat both pieces."
"Try to eat as much as you can. So what do you do during the days off school?"
"Small chores and sit in my room staring at the wall."
"What kind of chores?"
"Well I clean the floors and I do the dishes. I'm learning to cook so when I learn how to I'll do that. I set the table. I also pick up Dudleys toys. When I turn eight I'll learn how to do the laundry. And do that too." Then when I turn nine I'll learn how to garden and mow outside and all the other house duties and do those so uncle Vernon won't have too."
"I see." She had no idea what to say. She was too angry to say anything. A five year old almost six knew his life's plan and knew he would have to work for his aunt and uncle and get nothing for it. A five year old and six year old was too young to know that stuff and was too young to be by a stove alone let alone cook.
"Ms. Whaley why does it hurt when you leave the metal spoon in the pan?" Harry's small voice pulled her out of her musings. He was only curious now that he brought up he was learning to cook he could ask.
"Well Harry that's because the metal gets hot and when your hand touches it, it sends a signal to your brain telling it that there's something hot in your hand. As were not at school and wont be for a while don't call me Ms. Whaley. My name is Kari call me that. Ok."
"Ok. I'm can't eat anymore." He didn't even touch his second piece and only ate half his first piece. His stomach was use to small amounts. Time would be the only thing taking care of that.
After dinner she took him into the living room to watch movies. He liked Peter Pan the best. They also watched Beauty and the Beast. They would watch another movie tomorrow. After the second movie it was time for him to get ready for bed. He changed and got settled in bed. He was surprised when Kari came in to tuck him in. He hadn't been tucked in unless he was when his parents took care of him.
Kari knew she had her work cut out. She wasn't happy with the Dursleys and was writing a note to Dumbledore tomorrow. He either was going to give her custody or hand him to someone who could care for him better.
Harry loved his teacher. She was very nice to him. She even allowed him pizza. He couldn't believe that. Although she seemed upset about something and he wondered if it was something he did. It probably was although he didn't know what but he never knew what made his uncle made so it didn't matter. He would apologize tomorrow.
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Okay so I'm changing the whole story or so I'm changing most of it.
Thanks to everyone who reviewed.