Hey guys! Long time no see! Or well actually read - and write if you review... So Tuesday I had my Precalc regents - on which I caught three major typos which I get to laugh at my Precalc teacher tomorrow - and I had to deal with this *insert bad words here* who just happens to be first chair because I can't play in front of people due to stage fright - though it's much much worse in front of him. The guy just doesn't get what the word 'bullying means' and that it's wrong - especially when you due it on bipolar people who have a track record - of what I will not share. And so while this is only roughly around 1.7k words because I was stressing over what to do - or not to do sadly - over Mr. A.H., it shows a bit more of the Dursleys (BOOO!) and Second Life (Yayyyy!) though only a little.

For those who tried to guess who Ares was: I let you know if you were right/wrong/close. If you didn't try to guess and let me know your guess'... have fun with the suspense or whatever! ^^

And so without further ado, here's your next chapter!

Disclaimer: well according to the *head, I'm not 'special' enough to own even a toothbrush, let alone Harry Potter...

"Boy!"

Oh-no…

"Get out here right now!"

"Yes, Uncle Vernon," Harry quickly called back. It wouldn't do to have his Uncle think that he was ignoring him; he could still feel the be-punishment from the last time that happened. "Be right there, Uncle Vernon."

"Hurry it up!"

Quickly scrambling out of is cub-room, Harry accidentally hit his head on the top of the doorframe. Without even thinking about the stinging sensation on his forehead, he continued towards where he'd heard his uncle's voice bellow from. When he arrived – his uncle was in the living room – he saw a big dark splotch on the carpet that he was positive he'd just steam cleaned the day before.

"What is this?" Vernon Dursley snarled, pointing to the splotch. Harry, being unsure of what he was meant to do didn't say anything – later on he'd realize that this was probably the worst thing he could have done. "I said: What is this!?"

"I-I don't know."

"You don't know?" Vernon spat, poorly faking an incredulous look. "You don't know?"

"No sir…"

"Did my wife not tell you yesterday morning that we were having guests over for luncheon today and everything needed to be spotless?" Vernon's voice rose with every word until Harry could see the spittle flying from his mouth like a rabid dog. "This is not spotless! We allowed you to be there while Dudley opened his presents. When Dudders didn't want one of the presents, we so graciously let you have it. And what do we get in return? Disrespect and laziness! Now you clean this up right now. No food for a week and you shall not be leaving your room, with the exception for your chores, for the same period of time, you ungrateful whelp."

With that said, Vernon grabbed Harry by the scruff of his neck and threw him into the hall closet where the cleaning supplies were kept and, as he stomped away, the door slammed shut behind him concealing the poor and unlucky child.

"Okay Harry, you can do this," Harry mumbled to himself, pushing himself up from on top of the vacuum cleaner, ignoring the twinge from his left wrist. "You've had worse; at least he didn't take away Second Life. Think of the positives, think of the positives."

After getting up, he tentatively opened the closet door to make sure the coast was clear before turning around and grabbing the vacuum, the steam cleaner, and the chemicals to put into the steam cleaner before rushing with them to the living room to get the mess – which looked suspiciously like the last of Dudley's chocolate cake – clean before the guest's arrived.

Hours later he had the living room spotless once again, windows open to help the air flow – which would help dry the carpet all the faster – and he had the food for the luncheon started. Just as he was about to start on the salad, the doorbell rang.

Petunia Dursley – who'd been overseeing her nephew's work to make sure he 'didn't make a mistake' – quickly grabbed his sore wrist and dragged him down the hall and pushing him into his 'room' before answering the door to let the guests in. From the darkness of his room, Harry could hear the sounds of Dudley and his friend Piers with Dudley's new remote control helicopter – which shot out 'bullets'; all the better to target the 'freak' with.

After waiting a bit, Harry turned on the tiny light bulb that hung from the ceiling in order to inspect his wrist for the first time since he'd been thrown into the other hall closet. It was all purple and blue and was slightly swelled on the outside but at least it wasn't broken, just sprained and not the worst that Harry had ever had.

Knowing that he wouldn't be let out for nearly five hours – which would be when he'd start making the Dursley's dinner – Harry reclined back into his one, barely fluffed, pillow and folded sheet with a textbook before quickly sitting up as he felt his back sting from the still fresh welts on his back from the night before. Luckily, he always hid spare bandages and such under his bed – he didn't use those unless he absolutely had to – and so he changed the dirty bandages he'd worn the night before, putting the dirty ones on a shelf above the foot of his bed so that he'd remember to throw them in the dumpster down the road later.

This time he laid the open text book on his pillow and folded sheet before lying on his stomach, propped up on his right elbow, to read the material for the science test on Monday that he probably wouldn't be able to take due to his 'grounding'. Nearly fifteen minutes later, he was bored out of his mind as he'd already read the text book from cover to cover nearly five times in the past month already due to other 'groundings' even though he was absolutely not allowed to score higher than the oh-so-precious Duddikins. And so he hefted the textbook back up onto its place on the shelf before grabbing the Second Life gaming helmet that had fallen next to his bed in his rush that morning.

He debated on how wise it would be to go into the game for an hour or two and whether or not he'd get caught – he knew he'd be punished for 'being lazy' if he was caught. In the end, he decided the set a quiet alarm that, hopefully, only he would hear before putting on the helmet and entering Second Life once again.

In The Game…

Abraxas woke up in the hotel room he'd rented for the time he was offline – it wouldn't do to wake up on the streets surrounded in rabid monsters now would it? – and quickly gathered his pack before sneaking out the window – as he didn't want to let anyone know that he was gone since Aarya and Ares were still logged off in there.

Since he didn't have Ares with him to deter the rabid fangirls or Aarya to come up with plans of escape from said fans, Abraxas quickly snuck into a general goods store when no one was looking and bought a full-face mask that had a charm so that the wearer could see and breath through it but no one could see what was behind it – it even had +8 defense and +4 wisdom.

After that, he pretty much walked around the town – he didn't want to level without Aarya and Ares since they were all the same level and wanted to form a team once they found two or more others to join up with them – thinking about what class he wanted to be. He knew that Aarya was a priest who could throw a mean punch if she wanted to and that Ares was a paladin – 'a warrior on crack with healing and buffing powers' Ares had told him when he'd been confused as to what exactly that was – but he didn't have a clue what he could be. Since joining up with Aarya Abraxas had learned that there were multiple different classes that he would be good for; mages, priests, and warlocks being only a few.

'Well whether or not I do become a warlock, at a certain level I'll be able to summon undead creatures despite it being limited. Necromancy is pretty much the same think but they're too obsessed with bones in my opinion. Aarya's already the priest and I don't know any others so that leaves me with Mage… Well at least I won't be completely lost since I've played loads of mages before – despite Dudley beating me up every five minutes I was still a better mage than Piers' cousin. Now where do we find the trainer…?'

It took Abraxas a good ten more minutes – he was painfully aware of his time ticking down through out that entire time – to find the trainer and pick up the quest. By the time he was about to start the quest – find an elemental hatchling from each of the elements – he only had five minutes left before he had to log off. He quickly made his way back to the Inn and climbed in the window before settling down on his bed on the floor – Aarya got the bed as she was the girl and Abraxas was more comfortable on the floor anyway since the beds were way too soft for him so he gave Ares the other bed – before logging out just as his alarm went off a little louder than he would have liked.

In Real Life…

"Boy!"

Not again…

"Turn off that racket," Vernon pounded on the door before marching away once he was sure the alarm had been shut off, muttering under his breath all the while.

"Nice going, Harry," Harry whispered to himself. "Like you need anything else to be yelled at for…"

He quietly peeped out the vent in the bedroom door – which Petunia had forgotten to closed – at the clock hanging on the hallway wall to see that it was nearly time for Piers and his family to leave and for him to start on dinner – the Polkiss family never stayed for dinner. Right on cue, Petunia led the Polkiss' to the door – Dudley whining on how unfair it was all the way – in order to bid them good-night. Not even two minutes after the door closed behind Piers and his family, Harry was dragged out of his room by his hair and thrown into the kitchen to start on dinner – which had to be even better than normal since Petunia was forced to finish lunch since Harry didn't finish it on time.

Which is how Harry came to be in his cupboard once again – salivating from the fumes from the dinner he'd made but wasn't allowed to even have the leftovers from – while the Dursley's sat down to a lovely meal of lasagna made with special beef and cheese sauce – Dudley's favorite.

Hope you liked it and I'll admit I might have to go through this to search for errors - I know I missed some errors because I was ticked off and rushed for time - later on and maybe go through the other chapters again as well. Just so you know I have yet another job - Mom's paying me in order to do her tax stuff since she's a daycare provider and they a whole lot of tax returns on stuff but theres a whole lot of paper work that goes with it - and am now even shorter on time.

My next update will most likely be around Valentines Day - I'll be very happy cuz I get to see the guy I like move up to fourth Dan Black Belt that week and I get to see Grand Master Giacobbe demonstrate as well as two other Masters. If I update sooner, all the better for you guys!

Love Ya'll!

Sero