Chapter 2: Preparations
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter nor anything affiliated with it. I just make up fantasies with my sick mind of mine;)
Author's Note(Please read. Please read. Please read. Please read.):
Thank you guys for the reviews:D 61 hits in like what... 3 hours?... You guys are the best! :D Keep the reviews coming! Anyways, I was so excited that I started the next chapter on the same day! That's AMAZING for a person who procrastinates all the time...
randomazn: I made it so that Harry would really know that Hogwarts had degraded over the years from when his parents attended. Dumbleduck, I mean, Dumbledore has placed restrictions on books and classes that are considered "dark". That's unfair because it is being prejudiced against the Dark Arts. I don't actively support the Dark Arts, but the students should get a chance to decide their view on their own. Don't you think?
harryfan160889: Sorry about the POV confusion. I actually started this story in third person but decided that first person would be better. Thanks for catching my mistakes:)
WARNING: SLASH, YAOI, MALEXMALE, SMEXY HARRY, MATES, SUB!HARRY, DUMBLEDUCK BASHING, UHHH... I THINK THAT'S ABOUT IT:) NOW ON WITH THE STORY!
I thought over the two letters I had put safely in my cupboard where Uncle Vernon couldn't get it. Hogwarts sounded okay, if that was my only choice. But from an unprejudiced view, Statera Academy looked far better. I compared the two schools. If Hogwarts only had "humans" as the other letter implied, it would be like only allowing white children to attend school. Where as Statera Academy accepted all races. Aunt Petunia shot me a disapproving glare that I didn't see. "Boy! Keep washing the dishes! I didn't say that you could stop!" I was jolted out of my thoughts. "Sorry Aunt Petunia." I said meekly, not wanting to get hit in the head by a pan again. That hurt. I rinsed off the dishes and placed them on the drying rack neatly.
Wiping my hands off on my pants, a habit of mine, I took the plate with some leftovers from Aunt Petunia. If glares could kill, I would be 6 feet under already. I took the plate and sat in the seat that was furthest away from her. I scarfed down the food, mindless of any manners. Aunt Petunia looked disgusted. She backed away from the table and went to the living room to watch her soap operas. I didn't care for eating with manners. I took the food that I got and tried to eat all of it before Dudley would take some of it away. Being starved for days at a time did that to you. In a few minutes, you couldn't tell if there had been food on it before. I had eaten everything, down to the last crumb.
I looked at the list of chores that Aunt Petunia gave me. Let's see... Washing the dishes, I did that. Uhhhh... Weed the garden, I should do that before it gets hot. Clean the house up... I'll do that after lunch, when it's the hottest. That gives me an excuse to stay inside. I raised an eyebrow as the list abruptly ended there. The Dursley's didn't give me any chores that had me going out to the store. They stopped when a neighbor asked why I looked so bedraggled every time. Too afraid to ruin their "perfect" appearance I bet. I snorted.
I made my way to the garden and put some old gardening gloves on. I had found them in the shed in the back of the yard. They helped me weed a lot faster without having to worry about getting my hands cut too badly. It was about 10 o' clock in the morning, and the morning sun was slowly climbing higher into the sky. I wiped a bit of sweat off my brow. I was almost done with weeding. Pulling the last few out, I took the bag of weeds that had amassed and walked over to the trash. Dumping it into the bin, I took the gloves off and put them back into the shed.
Going inside, I stopped by the faucet to drink some water while Aunt Petunia didn't see. I got the duster and vacuum from the closet and started cleaning the house. I turned my mind to other issues as my body worked almost automatically. Which school should I choose? It decides my future, after all. I mulled on the matter. When I was finished with the chores, I went back to my cupboard.
Aunt Petunia didn't even glance at me as I scurried by the living room. Shutting the cupboard door behind me, I sat on the broken mattress that filled the entire cupboard and took the letters from where I hid them. I read over the two letters again. A sentence from both letters caught my eye. By July 31st? I silently crept out of my cupboard and looked at the calender tacked to the kitchen wall. Today was Thursday so... I scanned the calender. Thursday... The 31th... It took me a moment to realize the implications of that date. That means I have to reply by today! Shit! I almost sprinted back to my cupboard but managed to withhold the urge. Aunt Petunia would have a fit if she saw me running in the house.
I decided on Statera Academy. Something just told me that Hogwarts would spell trouble. I took my thumb and bit harshly into it, flinching at the pain. I squeezed it until there was enough blood for a drop. I held my thumb over the empty spot on the page until the drop of blood fell. I watched transfixed as the blood was seemingly sucked into the page. Letters started forming on the page. Your acceptance has been noted. Welcome to Statera Academy.
I let out the breath that I didn't know I was holding in. My heart was pounding as if I had just run a marathon. My mind turned to other things, like how I was going to explain to the Dursley's that someone was just going to show up at their door and was the embodiment of the very thing they hate. I let out a groan. This was not going to be easy.
My head snapped up as the front door slammed open. Dudley was home. I waited until the thumping told me that he was going upstairs and opened the door. Aunt Petunia screeched at me to make Dudley another lunch, because apparently, Duddikins must be starving after eating that horrible cafeteria food. I rolled my eyes. Yeah, there's a better chance of a baby whale starving then Dudley being hungry. None the less, I started making some sandwiches.
Dudley thumped down the stairs again. He sat heavily on one of the chairs around the table, scarfing down the sandwiches that were on a plate in front of him. I could almost hear the chair screaming in agony. I stood in the corner awkwardly, not knowing what to do. It was almost 4, I saw, as I looked at the clock. Aunt Petunia was chatting with her friend on the phone, talking about "tea" and "meeting at 4". When she got off the phone, she gave me a disdainful look. "Boy! I need to go have tea with my friends. You're going to have to go down to the supermarket and get ingredients for dinner. I don't want any funny business either. Understand?" I nodded. She got a spare piece of paper and ripped it in half. She started writing down ingredients for dinner. "I'll give you a coat so you won't appear too shabby. If you get something on it, Vernon will have your head, understand?" I nodded meekly. I would have to watch out for that. She gave me the piece of paper. I took it in my hands. She went upstairs to get ready for her meeting. When she was finished getting ready, she told me that she was going to drop me off at the supermarket. I nodded. I watched the identical houses go by. Before I knew it, we were there. "Keep up appearances boy," she growled at me. I gave her a small, polite yes. Getting out of the car, I held the list in my hand. She waved at me for good measure, and I waved back.
When she was no longer in sight, I went into the market. Grabbing a basket, I started with the vegetables first. Dumping the needed ingredients into the basket, I made my way to the meat section, where I choose meat for the dish that Aunt Petunia wanted me to make. After getting all the things on the list, I went to the checkout stations. Using the money that Aunt Petunia gave me, I paid for all the items. I then grabbed the bags and made my way home. It took me a good 20 minutes to get home. I started on dinner right away.
Before I knew it, Aunt Petunia came home. I set the dishes on the table. The door slammed, signaling that Uncle Vernon was home. They all sat down at the table and started eating. I watched the Dursley's all gobble down the food I had prepared for them. My stomach growled nosily. I glared down at it asking it to stop. Uncle Vernon would get mad if he heard it.
After dinner, I ate some leftovers that Aunt Petunia piled on a dish and washed the dishes. Today was one of the rare days that I actually got to wash up. Granted, it was only 5 minutes, but I relished every minute of it. Uncle Vernon glared at me as I came out of the bathroom, muttering about "freakiness" and "sullying my house". I paid him no attention. I had gotten too used to it anyways. Putting on the freshest clothes I could find, I laid on the broken mattress and closed my eyes. Sleep came to me easily and I soon felt myself succumbing to the blissful darkness.
The next morning, I found myself waking up to furious pounding on my door. The door rattled at the force of the pounding. I opened the door hesitantly. Uncle Vernon was standing outside, his face an ugly shade of puce. "T-there's some-one at the door l-looking for y-you!" he spit out. I paled. The professor wouldn't be here already, right? I made my way out to the door. Uncle Vernon pulled me aside before I opened the door. "BOY! WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT NOT USING YOUR FREAKY POWERS ON ANYONE ELSE! YOU'RE GOING TO GET A SOUND BEATING AFTER THIS, I PROMISE!" he shouted at me, bits of spittle flying into my face. "I believe that won't be happening to Mr. Potter anytime soon," a deep voice said. We all turned to face the speaker.
Ahahahaha! Cliff-hanger:) I'm probably going to get the next chapter up in a couple days:) So, how was this one? Leave a comment please:)