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Synopsis: Takes place right after Order of the Phoenix: Harry Potter had not had an easy school year and things were going to get even worse at Number Four Privet Drive.

Just to recap: Hours later, Harry woke to the sound of the door being slammed shut. It had to be by far the hottest day yet. Harry's t-shirt stuck to his neck and clung to his body. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead and upper lip and there was nothing he could do to relieve the intense heat.

Harry heard voices, one sounded oddly familiar, but it was one that Harry couldn't seem to place. He hear the clunk of someone's suitcases being dragged up the stairs and Harry knew the thing that he had dreaded happening had finally come.

On with the story!

Summer Heat: Chapter 3

The next morning, Harry woke with a throbbing pain in his head. He readjusted the broken glasses then shifted his body out of the twisted position he had to sleep in. His back ached considerably and his arms and legs were past feeling.

A moment later, Dudley came thumping down the stairs. He took special care to jump several times on the stair directly above the cupboard. The stairs creaked and groaned under Dudley's enormous weight.

Summoning up the last of his breath, Harry shouted at Dudley through the cupboard, "Dudley, stop that or I swear I'll curse you into next Tuesday!"

With a terrified high pitched squeal, Dudley raced down the stairs to the safety of the kitchen where Aunt Petunia was already making breakfast. He stayed there the rest of the day.

Next to come down was Uncle Dursley. Harry recognized him immediately by the way the thundered down the stairs like an overgrown elephant. He rapped loudly on the door and hissed at Harry, "If you make any noise at all to alert our guest of your presence, I'm going to make you regret you ever landed on our doorstep."

"Whatever," responded Harry indifferently.

"Listen," said Vernon urgently, panic beginning to creep into his voice, "he's coming down now, I swear if you don't behave yourself you won't be getting out of there for anything."

Taking Harry's silence as an agreement, Vernon stomped into the kitchen, his good mood already ruined by his conversation with Harry.

Only a few moments later, Harry felt light-footed steps coming down from the stair. Even in the cupboard, Harry could feel arrogance and pride radiating from the stranger. He walked with a confident swagger and Harry could imagine a smirk on his face. Much like the one his hated nemesis had permanently affixed to his face.

"Good morning Drake," he heard Aunt Petunia simper in a sickeningly sweet voice, "how was your night? Did you sleep well?"

"Yes Mrs. Dursley, it was very comfortable. Thank you," he answered a very familiar drawling voice, honey absolutely dripping from his lips, coated in sarcasm.

For twenty minutes, they ate in silence except for the occasional, "Pass the salt."

"Can I have some more bacon?"

"Breakfast is simply delicious, Mrs. Dursley."

"Our growing boy needs food Vernon, I don't like the sound of that school food."

"Drake dear, you simply must eat more."

A while later, Harry heard the sound of a chair scraping against the floor, "Mrs. Dursley, Mr. Dursley, may I be excused?"

"Why certainly dear."

Again Harry heard the confident footsteps across the floor and up the stairs.

"Can't believe I'm stuck with them, all summer," he heard Drake mutter, unaware of Harry's presence under the stairs.

"...so polite, that boy," he heard Mrs. Dursley marvel.

"...I don't like the look of him," he heard Mr. Dursley growl.

"...don't be impolite dear."

"...DAD!"

Harry groaned, he really didn't like the sound of Drake, whoever he was, he reminded Harry too strongly of Draco, the bad taste in his mouth when he saw his eternal enemy at school was like bile. The taste now returned and Harry felt nauseous.

Again, Harry shifted so that his feet were no longer under the weight of his trunk, not that he could feel them any more, his body felt heavy and his head had a constant pounding. Harry didn't care if he had to behave like an angel, all he wanted was to get out and breath actual air, not poison.

Number Four Privet Drive, Smallest Bedroom

Drake flopped onto his bed, an action he was completely unused to. The morning had just started, and he was already tired to the point exhaustion. In the corner of the room, Drake saw a small mirror. He walked over to it and stared at his reflection. His face wrinkled into a look of disgust.

'Of all the people in the world, why do I have to look like this?' thought Drake furiously.

He despised his short-cropped mousy brown hair and dull brown eyes. His nose was too large and his mouth naturally turned up at the corners. He glared angrily at his own reflection and in one smooth move punched the mirror, shattering it. He ignored the small lines of blood tracing his hand and walked over to get dressed. His host family was planning to spend the day at some amusement park or other. He snarled and grabbed a pair of slim fitting jeans and a dark green t-shirt. Immaculately dressed, he cursed the people who invented such absurd clothing. Muggles. Hnn. Who needs them?

Only he could be having such an abysmal summer. NO ONE could argue with him on that.

Although Harry could beg to differ.

Moonlight-blossom: Yeah, I know, it's really short, but forgive me. I'll try to update by Sunday to make up for it's length. As always let me know what you think. Review people! I love ya'll!

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