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The Lord and Lady Phoenix: The Stone
Chapter Three
Life, Letters, and a Phoenix
The house of Number Four Privite Drive had not changed since the delivery of ten years ago. The only
sign of time difference was the pictures(extra wide versions) on top of the electric fireplace mantel. All
had not one single speck of dust upon them. For that would ruin the image of perfection that was Mr. and
Mrs. Dursley's son, Dudley. In some, the sleek, polished, wooden frames held photos of a over inflated
beach ball. In others there was a yoga ball with the face of a screaming toddler. The most recent ones were
that of the overblown exercise ball being showered with adoration by his larger yoga ball father and his
under inflated, skinny, tiny waist mother. There was no signs at all that another lived in the house of
number four, or as a certain six year old in broken glasses called it, prison.
None of Privite Drive knew of the small, scrawny child. For his "family" never mentioned him. None
knew that the Dursleys blamed him for every creek and crack they found in their house. None knew that
for nearly every birthday, Harry would receive the beating of his life, twice as bad as the year before.
(Flashback)
Harry had been sleeping in his bedroom, the cupboard underneath the stairs when a sharp shrieking voice
Shouted,
"UP! NOW!" Harry was still tired. He remembered having a strange dream. There were weird golden
lights flying around. He got up off the floor, shook a spider from his nose, and stepped into the hall. It
was dawn. The dawn of his birthday! He followed his aunt into the kitchen, wondering if they were going
to throw him a party. He couldn't remember his other birthdays well, he was too young to.
"Now you know what to do? Or must I explain once again?" his aunt screeched. "And don't even think
about burning anything!"
Harry's mouth hung open.
"That food comes out of our HARD EARNED money! And we don't need freaks like you to waste it.
Harry was in shock, to say the least.
"B-but Aunt Petunia… it's my b-birthday." he stuttered. "Can't I take the d-day off? Please! I'll do extra
work tomorrow and-"
He was cut off by Mr. Dursley laughing as he entered the room.
"And why would we, fine, normal folk, celebrate the birth of you? A burden to our normal lives." He
sneered.
"But-but…" Harry stuttered, not knowing why his family was treating him this way.
"Stop mumbling and cook our breakfast, Duddy-kin is going to wake up soon and you'd better not ruin a
perfectly good meal. He is a growing boy and shouldn't be starved to death just because some freaks are
too ungrateful to do a few chores. COOK!. NOW!" his aunt commanded.
Harry looked down at the floor in defeat and walked to the stove. Too ungrateful to do a few chores? Ha!
The Dursleys wouldn't last a day with out him working leg and limb. And Dudley being starved to death?
That ogre could survive on his own weight without any food for ten lifetimes. But if Harry pointed out any
one of these thoughts, asked one question, or complained just once, he would find himself severely
punished. He knew better than to object there requests. But today he simply asked,
"Can I please not cook today?" Knowing what the answer would be.
"And miss out on the honor of making our very food?" his aunt proclaimed as if it was like winning the
lottery. "I think not!"
Duddy, now in his high chair, began to whine for his food and his mother soothing him while shooting
death glares at Harry.
Harry, distracted by his aunt, knocked the egg that his aunt had set on the counter for him to fry, onto the
floor. A loud CRACK rang through the house of number four only to be complimented by Dudley's
temper tantrum. And not a moment later, Harry found himself, once again, staring at the door, locked
under the stairs. But only after a good whack in the skull from the pan he was just holding, courtesy of his
aunt.
(END FLASHBACK)
This time however, as he stepped into the kitchen, Harry was not going to ruin the Dursley's breakfast. He
mixed the coffee to Mr. and Mrs. Dursley's exact preferences. He made sure that Dudley's cereal had
enough sugar coated on top, he had used the entire bag. When he served the food, his three relatives eyed
it suspiciously. It was not common for Harry to take such precautions in perfecting their food. Dudley
began to slop down the cereal, milk, sugar, and possibly the bowl itself. Petunia sipped her coffee, her
hand shaking a bit, but seemed pleased. Mr. Dursley was still checking his coffee, bacon, and eggs very
thoroughly as if he were testing to see if the food contained poison in its ingredients. Harry sat down at the
table quietly not eating . If he so much as thought about food before the Dursley's bellies were happy and
full.. well.. it wouldn't end too well for young Harry Potter.
As Harry watched Vernon Dursley's car pull out of the road and out of Private Drive, his aunt gave him
the list for his usual, hectic cores.
"I want all this done. No exceptions!" and without one other word she stalked off to the kitchen. Harry
gazed down at the long list.
FREAK'S CHORES
Clean Dudley's Bedroom, Clean Dudley's Second Bedroom, Sweep the floor, Clean the stairs, Clean out closets, Water the Garden, Wash the laundry, Dry the Laundry, Fold clothes, Put clothes back in closets, Clean sitting room, Clean master bedroom, Clean windows, Cook Dinner, Go to bed immediately.
Harry groaned. It wasn't that he wasn't used to these same old chores, but they had never told him to do t
his much in one day. But if he didn't…but now wasn't the time to worry about punishments. He had until
tonight to finish all fifteen tasks. He got the mop out of the closet and walked up the stairs. He rounded
slowly over to Dudley's room. He carefully opened the door but slammed it shut when his nose whiffed the
horrible odor of his five year old, pig of a cousin. It smelled much worse than usual. He pulled his shirt's
collar over his mouth and stepped inside. His last few thoughts, before he began gagging, were about how
Dudley could survive sleeping here in his own stench and whether he would live more than a minute in
the pig's chambers.
It was both good and bad since Harry lived through the whale's stench filled bedroom. The good news was
he was going to live(which would be a disappointment to the Dursleys). The bad news? Well, he took
three showers than day but still could not be rid of the horrible odor he encountered at the beginning of
the freak's chore list page.
That night had turned out to be worse for Harry than the smells of Dudley's chamber entering and
threatening to turn his nostrils to acid (Scary…). Vernon Dursley had stomped into the house of Number
Four Privite Drive. in a right foul, mood swinging, rage. His face was impossible, inhumanly shades of
purple, black, and red, all at the same time His veins were as visible as if someone had just drawn them on
with a permanent, electric blue marker. He had the usual rant every now and then, complaining about the
faults of his employees at work, or the less than perfect products they sold, or even the ludicrous mere
thought of a man wanting a bit more than minimum wages, just so he could feed his children. No
this was much, much worse. He had just received the notice requiring his presence for an important
lawsuit made against him and his company of 'Grunnings'. It did not matter that the drill had forced the
victim to go to the emergency room at the hospital. It did not matter that it was the wife of an American
ambassador that was now lying on a bed, strapped to a machine. It was not his fault that his company's
drills were made from poorly constructed, cheap parts. Sold on the black market! It was an outrage! A
horrendous scandal faked so the damn politician could have more money and an even bigger ego! It was
obviously not his fault! And then he saw the freak.
"AND WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?" he spat at the young boy who was opening the door
to his cupboard.
"I-I was just-"
"You were just what?" He got up from the armchair he was sitting in. "By the way, I haven't given you
your birthday present." He seized Harry's arms and after many struggles, gave him his "present" as his
aunt and cousin watched gleefully. He found himself flaat on the floor. Harry began to scream and just as
his uncle's foot came crashing down upon his ribs, something happened. Harry Potter saw nothing but
gold in his eyes and then he blacked out.
Harry woke to an immense pain. As far as he could tell, he had many broken bones. The best he could
guess at the moment was three or four ribs, one arm, and one leg. He could not move a muscle inside the
dark cupboard, locked away as if he didn't exist. He was surprised that he could still breathe properly. But
then the gold and dizziness overtook him as he slumped back into slumber.
Harry could see nothing but black once more but it went on forever.
'This must be where the dead go' he thought sadly. But in front of him, something seemed to be trying to
break the plains of darkness. A light shot from nothing and broke into tiny sparks. Gold sparks.
Harry found himself back in the cupboard. He could move his fingers now and the pains weren't as great.
He heard voices from outside the door.
"-doesn't seem to wake up." said a voice.
"Humph," grunted another. "Better for us all. Leave him in there!" It could only be from his uncle.
"But what about them?… could come…check…him…freaks…" Harry struggled to listen to the
Faint voices but fell prey to the dark once again. And so this process would keep up. Harry would wake to
a world of black and be witness to strange shows of gold light. Then he would wake and feel slightly
more energized. He could only guess that the lights were somehow healing him. It was a wild guess but
being locked into a room that tiny for so long could do that to you. He also noticed the lights were also
becoming stronger and brighter each time. They also appeared to be shaping into a faint form, but what?
Harry once more woke to the familiar black world. The lights broke through blackness and performed
their usual, strange dances.
Soon though they began to cluster together. The lights danced like flames.
The sparkles ceased dancing and a voice spoke...
"Harry, its been a while!"
A/N: I am so evil! Leaving a cliffhanger like that! YEAH! I know you guys have tons of questions,
Who was the voice from?
What were the golden lights?
What was the black world?
When will Ginny come in?
Where is the golden phoenix I add in at the end of each chapter?
And finally (and the one you'll ask the most) WHEN WILL I UPDATE AGAIN?
Only I know the answers to these and more. Do the challenges below and find out next time.
NEXT TIME
Chapter Four
Life, Letters, and a Phoenix: Part Two
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