Hiya. So, I plan on updating at least once a month so that you guys don't get bored with the story very fast. So expect an update every first Saturday of the month.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter series and I never will. Ideas something I just thought about while I was reading another Harry Potter fanfic.

Legend:

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Chapter 2

Getting home, the family bustled inside and the minute the door closed, Ron found himself being yelled at by a giant, purple faced walrus.

"Now listen here, you. I don't know who you think you are, but you are under my roof, so you'll live by my rules."

Warning bells were going off in Ron's head, but between brashness and self-preservation, the Gryffindoric trait one out. "I'm the great and powerful Harry Potter. I defeated you-know-who and saved the Wizarding world. I don't have to listen to some stupid muggle."

And thus, Ron's fate was sealed for that entire summer when a heavy fist impacted with the back of his head as Dudley decided to shut him up.

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As he regained consciousness, Ron held his head in pain as his headache settled down. Careful of moving around slowly to lessen any more chances of pain, he takes in his surroundings and realises he is in what must be 'his' room.

"Wow, you'd think Harry would have better stuff for being the boy-who-lived."

Not once did the thought that Harry's life might not be as great as he imagined crossed his mind. "His guardians probably don't know that he's rich and he can buy all the top brands."

His stomach growling, he made his way downstairs to get something to eat. He had barely taken a seat when he was dragged up by his collar and was brought face to face with a purple, sweating Vernon.

"Just what do you think you're doing you little freak?!"

"I-I-I was hungry uncle Vernon, that's all"

Apparently, that was the wrong answer as Ron found himself pushed backwards harshly into the table.

"I don't what those freaks told you at that freaky school, but nothing has changed around here so don't think you can do whatever you want!"

He grabbed Ron around his shoulders hard enough to leave a bruise and turned him around to face the kitchen table. The food he had shared for himself had been jostled off the table and some had spilled onto the floor.

"Now clean up this mess and go back to your room. Come out before you're called for and you'll regret it!"

Now, everyone knows that Gryffindor is the house of chivalry, courage, and determination. But sadly, it seems, over the years it became the house of act first think later. And that is exactly what Ron did.

"You can't be serious? I'm Harry Potter! I'm not supposed to clean up, that's what you muggles are for."

This was all the mouthing off that Vernon would take from the young man, and for the first time in a long while, he raised a meaty fist and brought it down harshly in Ron's confused face.

The last thought going through Ronald's head was, "Bloody hell! That hurt!"

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Fury burned in Vernon's veins as he dragged his limp nephew up the stairs. Who did the little shit think he was, saying things like that?

"I told Petunia we shouldn't have let him go. Now he thinks he's all high and mighty and forgot his place".

He was thinking of how to punish the brat when he stopped in front of the Dudley's second room, a feeling of dread rushed through him. What would happen if the freak woke up and decided to hex him for knocking him out? Thinking furiously, Vernon came to the conclusion of locking Harry into the room. "Locking the brat in his closet usually solved the freakish problems. Maybe locking him in his room should help. Might not be as small. But it should do."

Mind made up Vernon opened the bedroom door and flung the child into the room and slammed the door shut, thoughts of different ways to lock the child up going through his head.

A yawn interrupted his thoughts when he decided that he'd finalize everything at a more suitable hour than four in the morning.