Disclaimer: I don't own harry potter.

A/n: This is chapter two! Hope you enjoy it. Also, I would like to thank Mathias Tepes
for my first ever review!

Warning: This story contains major OOTP spoilers. If y ou havn't read the book don't read the story.

Chapter 2

Harry was awoken at the sound of something hitting the window.

He sat up, trying to recall the dream, but as soon as he did all memory of it was lost.

Brushing it off as just another nightmare he turned to see what it was that woke him, to find his best friend's owl, pig, zooming around outside his window. It seemed the little owl had gottena little tooexcited and ran into it.

Harry groggily got up and opened his window so the creature could come in. Once he finally got the letter from the mini owl, it just continued to fly around his head. Harry half-heartedly laughed at the small birds antics, then he turned to his letter.

Harry,

How are you mate? Hope your 'relatives' are behaving, if not…anyway we're at HQ. By we I mean my family, Hermione is in America with her family for the next week. Lucky her.

Anyways, everything's been normal around here. No news, mum's going crazy, she keeps pestering Dumbledore about letting you out of there. The twins have appointed themselves in charge of getting rid of that horrible portrait in the front hall. Sometimes I even start to take pity on the old bat, then again, not!

Only two more weeks till your birthday! Maybe, you'll be allowed to come here and we can have a party? Hope so.

Ron

Harry sighed as he rolled up his friend's letter. Helet pig out, makinga mental note to reply to the letter later. With that thought he took a glance at his watch. Six-thirty. Groaning he decided to go ahead and start breakfast. The Dursleys would be up soon and he might as well get a head start on his chores.

Chores. That seemed to be the definition of his life this summer. The warning from the Order seemed to have gone in one ear and out the other (It's a muggle expression). They never hit him of course, but they made up for it in other ways.

Every morning he was given an impossibly long list of chores to do (he was surprised there was anything left). That, added to the fact that they hardly fed, him didn't do him any good. Though, it's not like he could stomach the food anyways, not after Sirius.

Sirius…

Harry still was reliving the murder of his godfather night after night. Each time, waking up more tired than when he went to bed. He shook his head as if to clear it of that thought, and continued making breakfast. It was better if he just resented to the fact that this was life, and life's not fair. Which why he kept his letters to the Order sweet and simple. He never mentioned anything of importance, its not like anyone really cared. Right?

By the time he was finished, the table was set with three places and mountains of toast, eggs, and bacon (apparently Dudley's diet had gone down the drain). Knowing he was not welcome to the food he took his list of chores from the door of the fridge where it had been taped the night before. It read:

Take out the garbage

Wash the car

Do the dishes

Make Lunch

Paint the fence

Water the lawn

Dust the living room

Ect...

And boy! No funny business!

Harry sighed once again that morning.

'Guess I better get started. Maybe then I'll have a chance of finishing this list, by September!'

A/n: Well thats that! I actually have half of the next chapter written too, so i might post that one today if it gets finished. I have some ideas for most of the story line, but I always welcome new ones!

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