"See I updated, today even" the author says, clearly sacred to death.
The crowd puts back the Knives back in their pocket. So the Author wipes a sweat off her face.
A random monkey dances around center stage saying " This author does not claim to be J.K. Rowling" in a deep voice.
"I wish I was" The Author says before running away.
The crowd follows her out the door.
Severus Snape was making choking noises and Harry Potter was laying on the ground, still from shock.
"What just happened?"
"He was planning that all along"
"Was I in his mind?"
"Potter, was just waiting until the perfect moment"
"Was that a memory?"
"And dived in looking for that memory"
" Was that magic?"
"Potters always have to remind everyone else that they are better off"
"Get out of my yard" Severus Snape said breaking the silence with a bat-like screech.
Harry couldn't blame him, so he respectfully got out of the said yard very quickly. He ran until he got into his family's home and his personal sweatshop. He finished mowing the lawn, watering the plants, pulling the weeds, cleaning the gutters and in other words doing his chores. Harry wanted to try out his powers to see if he had any other types. He got ready to cook the food, his family would be home soon.
He got a funny idea.
"Maybe my powers could help me cook dinner"
He closed his eyes and imagined the meat getting on the frying pan.
"Come on, come on, let the force be with you, Harry"
The steak floated in mid-air then neatly placed it's self in the frying pan. Harry smiled. He then turned the heat on low using his newfound talent.
A car honked outside, the Duesleys were home. Harry ran to the strove, he had no doubt that Uncle Vernon would punish him for practicing magic.
"Daddy why didn't you take me to the movies tonight?" Dudley blubbered.
"You can still fit though the door?"
"Popkin, we're sorry that we couldn't take you to the movies" Aunt Petunia said hoping that that this would please him.
"He is way fatter than a pumpkin right now"
Dudley started to wail.
"Hey! I just cleaned that floor!"
"Why don't we get you a nice new computer game?" Aunt Petunia asked carefully.
" Why don't we just pay you for crying?"
" Get the mop, boy" Uncle Vernon grunted.
"After all these years and you still don't know my name?"
Somehow Dudley had managed to make a puddle on the floor. Harry got the mop from out of his room.
"The only job you will get is as a actor"
Harry started to mop the floor while his aunt promised Dudley that he wouldn't have to do his homework.
" Guess who is the lucky kid who gets to do it"
"Boy, you will do Dudley's homework tonight" Uncle Vernon demanded.
"Like every other night"
Harry finished mopping and went straight to the kitchen, and washed his hands. Then he worked on his masterpiece. Harry liked to think that each of his meals were a work of art and displayed them proudly on the table. Each of his dishes only lasted twenty minutes at the table, mostly thanks to Dudley. Harry had to cook two more courses for Dudley only. It was quite sad, really. Out of pity for Dudley Harry started with less fattening products. That only slowed the growth around his belly. Dudley soon was reaching the point of no return if he wasn't already there.
Harry took some scarps and hid in his cupboard to eat in peace.
" At least Uncle Vernon won't find me here"
Harry quickly finished all the homework (it was too easy) and started on the packet. He let a small "wow" escape his lips when he saw what was inside. There lay an old but working, up-to-date graphing calculator. He picked up the note on top of the calculator.
Dear Harry I thought you might need this for this week's work.
The calculator is one of my own, but I know you will take
care of it. You are smarter than you think you are.
Mrs. Pelter
Ps. Have fun
Sure some of the keys were worn out and it was covered in dust but it was the best thing he ever had. Harry started right away on this week's work with relish.
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As Harry finished the first worksheet, he heard a slow, steady stomping in the hallway. Harry quickly hid everything with his water bottles and crackers.
Uncle Vernon opened the door, waving his fist in Harry's face.
"I knew you were crazy, but not this crazy"
"Boy, what do you think about this weed?" the mad man asked.
"So this is what the big deal is about?"
Sure enough in Uncle Vernon fat, beefy hand there was the smallest weed in the world.
"Boy, we feed you, give you a roof over your head and give you clothes out the goodness of our heart, but this is the thanks we get" Vernon said showing the weed again.
"How in the world did you find THAT?"
"Boy, you will just have to be punished"
"My worse nightmare"
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Severus Snape could not believe what the Potter boy had just done to him. He, he Severus Snape, the Best Potions master in Great Britian was bested by a mere boy of ten in the art of Occlumency. He had never felt so humiliated.
"Well, legally I can't do anything but illegally, Potter, welcome to your worse nightmare"
Snape went in his house and started making plans to get back at his worst enemy.
Potions were bubbling all night.
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When Vernon was done punishing the boy Harry had fallen unconscious to the floor. The big man put Harry in his cupboard, he didn't want to ruin the floor. Inside he saw Harry's bloody bed. Filthy creature, he thought with a shiver. He shoved Harry inside to get this ordeal over with.
One of my reviews said that 10 year-olds were in 6th year in Great Britain so I shortened it to six grade.
On another note for those of you who wanted a another chapter thank LoyalLion1 because the review/idea started my thinking wheel.