Disclaimer: Neither Harry Potter or Gargoyles is mine

I hope you enjoy this story that I got from katie13 (yes another one) that she said that she had never put up on this site.

Chapter 2

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Next Day
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When Harry woke up that morning, he had completely forgotten about the events of the night before. Yawning, he got up from the floor ('must have fallen out of bed', he thought) and pulled some clothes out of his closet- then his gaze fell on the mirror on the inside of his cupboard.

The clothes he had worn over the night were torn in several places and blood-stained. Harry blinked and gasped when the memories of the beating last night began to return. Then, he realized that he didn't hurt at all. Carefully, Harry peeled off the damaged clothes and stared. There wasn't a single bruise on his body.

Harry shook his head in confusion. Somehow, he concluded, his wizarding powers must have healed himself.

Just then a sharp rapping was heard at the door. "Are you up yet?!" yelled Petunia.
"Yes Aunt Petunia." Harry replied tiredly. Taking one last look at the mirror, Harry closed the door of his closet and walked toward the door of his room. Harry heard the unlocking of his door, and then sharp footsteps walking away.

When Harry came downstairs, a loud gasp was heard from Uncle Vernon. He was shocked to see that Harry's wounds had healed overnight. Quickly he hid his shock and handed Harry a list.

"Have all these done, and I want them done before I get home- or else," said Uncle Vernon, Harry knew that tone of voice.

"Yes Uncle Vernon," he said. Harry looked over the list. He knew immediately that it would be impossible to finish all these chores on time.

CHORE LIST

Mow lawn

Weed garden

Dust everything

Mop the floors

Clean all windows

Make lunch

Change all beds (except yours)

Wash the cars

Do laundry

Cook dinner

Wash dishes

Sighing, Harry set to work.

By the time Uncle Vernon came home, Harry was not done with his chores, and Harry's punishment was another beating.

This time, Harry thought he would die from all the pain and blood-loss, but then, luckily for Harry, Uncle Vernon seemed to have enough and picked him up by the scruff of his collar and heaved him back into his room.

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Meanwhile…..

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Two voices could be heard in a dark room…..

"Will he live?" the first voice asked, sounding concerned.

"I hope so, because he is heir to all of us and he needs to defeat Voldermort!" A second voice, slightly deeper than the first, answered.

"But that is a big job for a child." The first voice piped up again.

"Yes, it is, but it is his," Said the second voice firmly.

"We need to help him!" The first voice sounded urgent, almost panicked.

"Not now, we can't! He must be off age first." The second voice admonished, though it sounded regretful.

"He turns fifteen this year," The first voice remarked.

"True, but until his fifteenth birthday we can not help him," The second voice said solemnly.

"We can talk to him!" said the first voice, sounding defiant.

"True, but why talk to him now?" Now the second voice was confused.

"Easy," said the first voice, "So we can tell him that all will work out in the end."

The second voice sighed, seemingly in defeat.
"Ok, tonight when he sleeps we can talk to him."

"Ok!" said the first voice, sounding decidedly more cheerful than before.

Then, without any warning, the voices stopped.

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