A/N: Remember guys, this is my first fic so go easy on me!

Disclaimer: JK owns it all, I own nothing unless you haven't seen it before, in that case its mine.

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Chapter One

Sweat beaded at his brow as he worked, the Dursley's had heeded Moody's warning, but only to an extent. The daily chores that Harry had been forced to complete since he was barely into primary schooling still filled his daily 'to-do' list, although, his meals were of a much larger size. That had been one of the few things that had changed over the summer due to the warning the Dursley's had received from Moody. The chores though, had remained.

Dudley, his cousin, could still beat a whale in a competition of waistband sizes, but most of the fat that had once covered his bones had been turned into muscle. Dudley had taken to his boxing as a fish would to water. The Dursley's had been pleased to find a way to get the school nurse off of their back about Dudley's ever expanding size, but really Harry thought it had just given Dudley a reason to beat the crap out of people without being told off, not that the Dursley's would ever tell their little Duddy off for anything.

The Dursley's were very closed minded people, so of course it would have been their worse nightmare when their nephew, the son of Petunia Dursley's sister, had turned up on their doorstep one night fourteen, fifteen in the autumn, years ago. That precisely was what had happened. So, with his parents killed, brutally murdered, Harry Potter was sent to live with his aunt, her husband and their child. Thus, landing him here, mowing the garden so that he would receive a meal that evening, had the Potter's lived Harry's predicament would have been very different, but then again, if the Potter's had lived, Harry would not have been half the person he is today. You see, Harry Potter was no normal boy, oh no, he was, and still is 'The-Boy-Who-Lived,' he chuckled slightly, oh if people could see 'The-Boy-Who-Lived' now, he doubted that they would rally around him as they had started to since that fatal night last June. He tried to repress the thought, but he failed, and the thoughts of Sirius fluttered into his mind, as the tears began to prick his eyes, rapidly he wiped them away before the Dursley's caught sight of them, it would do him no good for the Dursley's to see him crying, to see him weak.

Shaking his head as though it would shake away the thoughts of what had happened that night in the Department of Mysteries. That night… he wished it had never happened. He wished that he had heeded the advice of his dear friend of Hermione and just left it. Believed her that it was a ploy of Voldemort. Oh no, he, as usual, had rushed in, blood flowing and rashly made a decision that had ultimately cost his godfather, his fathers best friend, his life.

Of course, there were other casualties, but he could not place his thoughts to them as Sirius filled and consumed his thoughts, the guilt he felt nearly over-rode him, nearly destroyed him. If it weren't for the Dursley's supplying him with a seemingly endless list of chores to complete, he had no doubt in his mind that he would have gone insane by now, wracked with guilt, grief and remorse.

Sighing, he wheeled the lawn mower towards the shed; he put it away and closed the padlock. He padded softly over the freshly cut grass and into the kitchen, he paused for a minute at the fridge to observe what chores he had left to complete and saw that he had none, that was a change.

He ran his hand through his unruly hair and quietly made his way towards the lounge, his aunt, a horse like woman with a long neck, which more than compensated for his uncle, her husband, a large, purple man with no neck resided in two of the three armchairs, their feet propped up footstools and watching their television. Silently, Harry sat down on the third armchair. His aunt made an expression of disgust that always graced her face when he came into her presence sat in place as she noticed him. His uncle merely grunted as to acknowledge him. The afternoon news flicked onto the television and the headline that filled the screen made Harry sit stock still with shock, but no fear was present, and slowly he nodded grimly, more to himself than to anyone else.

It had begun…

A/N: Be nice. Review. You know you want to! Also, if anybody wants to beta read this story for me, just send me an email and I'll get back to you.