A/N: Thanks to my first reviewer, Cappygal116! Yeah, I feel the same way when other writers end it like that, but I needed to end it there or the chapter would have been miles long…. sigh

To Dairokkan: Wow, that was an amusing review lol.

So, here we go….

WARNING! EXTREME ALTERNATE UNIVERSE – CERTAIN CHARACTERS WILL APPEAR THAT ARE DEAD IN THE BOOKS! IF YOU DON'T LIKE THIS KIND OF CRAP, STOP NOW! OTHERWISE, CONTINUE TO ENJOY!

Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue! EEP! runs out of room chased by twenty lawyers

Chapter 2

"And after you weed the garden, fetch the paper, mend and paint the fence, then go fetch the groceries, come back and I'll have other chores for you to do!"

Harry James Potter found he had never truly hated the Dursleys before like he did now; Uncle Vernon had rousted him up at dawn, read him off a list of back-breaking chores, then locked the front door so Harry couldn't get back inside – all on a scorching July day…. The small sixteen-year-old had never been quite so miserable in his young life….

Now after trying to pull the withered weeds out of the garden, Harry was muttering to himself and contemplating bloody murder... or perhaps a little note to the order…. But before he could think of what particular course of torment to follow, he heard a small boom from above, which frightened Harry… "The death eaters couldn't have found me here... could they?" As Harry worried about this, a new fright came upon him – he had reflexively reached for his wand, only to find it not there – and then he remembered his Uncle Vernon had demanded it along with his broom and had locked them up in the broom closet that had most recently been his bedroom for eleven years….

Before he could react, though, the strangest thing happened – a largish-looking man was falling… out of the sky? What was going on? But as soon as he had spotted the falling person, Harry noticed where he would land… right in his aunt's garden – "CRAP!" Harry kept thinking over and over again as he ran out of the trajectory of the rapidly falling person.

Then two things happened at once; the person smashed into the garden, sending up a shower of parched dirt, withered plants and even more withered flowers – at the exact same moment, the massive form of Vernon Dursley could be seen and heard standing in the open front door screaming at the top of his lungs;

"BOY! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE NOW! GET THIS RUDDY MESS CLEANED UP NOW!"

"Great, one more job for me to do" Harry graoned under his breath.

Before he did anything, though, (much to the displeasure of a deeply violet-colored Vernon) Harry ran over to the fallen man and checked for vital signs. "Well, he's alive; probably unconscious, but alive. I'd better write to Dumbledore about this… where am I going to keep him till then…?" Harry picked up the man and dragged him past his ever-increasingly angry and up to his room. There, he laid the person down on his bed (with much difficulty) and ran over to write to his headmaster at Hogwarts.

Author's Note: Sorry about the cliffhangers, but yet again, if I don't end it here, this chapter will stretch into the next millennium… AAHHHH! runs out of room chased by lawyers again Please read and review… GOTTA GO!

MWAHAHA, TAKE THAT! kicks open filing cabinet full of legal documents and runs faster – lawyers start cursing and stop to pick up the mess