Mrs. Dursley's infamous Stargazy pie. Single handily the grossest dish on the planet was Dudley's favorite dish. The pie consisted of eggs, potatoes, Herrings and Sardines covered with a thin pastry crust and that wasn't even the worst part. Harry hated the fact that the fish were still whole and their heads protruded from the crust, staring you down as you ate it all up (or in Harry's case till he gave his small portion to Dudley, the pig). This dish originated from Cornwall, England in Harry's opinion it should've stayed there. The stench of fish masked the whole entire first floor of the house and it lingered longer than it should've.

He was making faces back at the poor sardine in front of him Dudley, on the other hand, was already starting his second helping of supper quite enjoying himself actually.

"What are you looking at?" Dudley spoke with his mouth full of the unpleasant pie.

"Apparently National Geographic's special on pigs." Harry smirked devilishly at his cousin, aunt Petunia sat there gaping at the snide comment and uncle Vernon threw his silverware onto the table.

"What is it with you boy? We are trying to have a civil supper here like any other night and you spoil it by insulting Dudley!" Nobody was eating anymore; they were all staring at Harry.

"Oh, I wasn't just talking about Dudley." Uncle Vernon let out a shout of absolute rage. The neighborhood knew in that moment, Harry Potter was home. The fat man hastily got up from his chair and dashed over to Harry. Harry widened his eyes in disbelief- he didn't know Vernon could move that quickly. He was pulled up from his seat by Vernon's meaty fist, centimeters from fiery red face.

"Let me go!" Harry squirmed trying to escape the pudgy man's clutches. "Put me down!"

"You are a spoiled little brat and you have no right to insult this family! After all we feed you, we clothe you and we put up with your silly little magic tricks!" There was no escaping the thick spit the man had spat. "Now go to your room!"

Uncle Vernon had dropped Harry to the floor and stepped over him cold-heartedly. When the raven haired boy got up, he made no eye contact with the Dursleys. Harry cleared his place from the table, apologized to Dudley and solemnly walked up the stairs.

Once Harry had reached the top of the stairs with his suitcases, with a flick of his wand those frightening little fish started to sing Yellow Submarine by the Beatles. Content with the frightened screams and howls, Harry walked into his new room with a renewed smile.

The next morning was not another day at Hogwarts. Dudley woke Harry up earlier because he was expecting company and did not want to be bothered by 'head wing' or any other of Harry's tricks. Breakfast wasn't fun either; aunt Petunia said because of Harry she will not be preparing any meat dishes till she can cope with last night's sardine catastrophe. Instead of the usual 'all you can eat fest' she prepared pancakes, parfaits, and fruits. Dudley struggled through the morning meal since he couldn't stand the taste of food in the morning.

"So Harry, I've made a list of chores for you to do." Mr. Dursley said through the newspaper. "You know, to keep you busy and away from Dudley's company."

Harry took a small bowl of fruit to the table, he remembered the last time his cousin had invited his friends over.

It was before Hogwarts and before Harry had known he was a wizard, Dudley and his mindless friends had played pranks on him all day but nothing too serious. But then, when one of Dudley's friends asked why Harry had to live with his aunt and uncle, Dudley replied; 'Harry's parents had died in a car accident, they wanted to get away from him and that was the easiest way.'

Harry was livid, nobody talked about the dead like that, especially his parents. So, Harry punched him in the nose and put Dudley into the deadliest head lock anyone had ever seen. Of course, Dudley's friends told on Harry and of course Harry had been grounded but, the Dursleys had not listened to the parents recommending therapy for Harry.

"You better keep your hands off me, Potter." Dudley muttered to Harry before going up to his room to change. There was no point in starting an argument since Harry was already in deep waters so he willed himself to stay quiet.

"Now, I've checked around the house, back yard and the front yard. I've made a list of what needs to be fixed, trimmed and cleaned. Obviously, this chore list is for you and you only. Get it done before supper." Uncle Vernon passed Harry a long list of things to do around the household but it wasn't like he wasn't used to cleaning up after the Dursleys. Regretfully, Harry picked up the list and it read;

Front and back yard:

Weed flowers

Cut grass

Wash windows

Bug killer

Wash the porch

House:

Organize post (from sender)

Vacuum

Dishes

Clean downstairs closet…

So on, so forth. With a huff and not a word more, Harry got up and started on his chores. "All of this, of course, should be done without magic." Uncle Vernon added with a slight fear in his eyes.

"I… I can't use magic outside of Hogwarts," Harry turned around "I'm under age."

"Well!" The fat man at the head of the table erupted back into joy. "Better get to work boy, don't want to miss supper!"

Harry headed to the front yard to weed the flowers and caught Aunt Petunia reading the mail. She had a hand over her mouth and her eyes were widened to their full extent.

"Aunt Petunia, are you alright?" She whipped around and held the envelope close to her chest, as if she was cradling a small child.

"Why, yes, of course! What are you doing?"

"I was going to the front yard to do some chores outside." He flashed her the list that was folded already.

"Of course, be careful with my flowers!" Harry grabbed the door knob almost walked out of the house but then he remembered that Ron and Hermione promised to write to him.

"Uh, aunt Petunia?" She hadn't moved since Harry walked out.

"Yes?" Petunia looked very unsettled at the moment so Harry tried not to make a fuss.

"Did I get any post, by chance?"

"No, now stop thinking of your weird wizard friends and get to work!" She slammed the door in Harry's face. Odd. Very odd. Ron and Hermione told Harry that they would write to him so he wouldn't be absolutely tortured over the summer. Maybe they would write later on in the week besides, it's only the first day of summer.

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