AN: Italics= Thought and spells. You'll know which is which.

ANN: Great news everyone, I have decided not to put this story up for adoption. I'm going to do my best to finish what I started, no matter how long it takes. Sorry it took so long for me to come to this realization. Please stick with me. Without further ado, here is the long awaited fifth chapter!

Disclaimer: I am not making any money from this story. Harry Potter and various characters do not belong to me, but that of J.K. Rowling. I'm just playing with her characters. Things you recognize as belonging to her, does. The only thing that belongs to me is the plot and previously unknown characters. This disclaimer applies to the entire story.

Chapter Five

Monday August 25th, 1986, Harry was forcefully shaken awake from his sleep by Aunt Petunia.

"Get up boy! Now you foolish child! I'm obligated to take you to get clothing for school. I don't have all day, now up!" Petunia shrieked at Harry.

"Yes Aunt Petunia." Harry grumbled out.

With that response, Petunia vacated the cupboard under the stairs, which was considered to be his bedroom. She paused outside the door to say "Oh and boy, I expect to smell breakfast cooking in exactly ten minutes."

"Yes Aunt Petunia." Harry responded morosely, while thinking 'I only have to do this a little longer. Patience, Harry.' With that thought, Harry left his cupboard and went upstairs for a quick cleaning. 'After all, can't have me going outside looking like a street urchin. How would that reflect on dear old Aunt Petunia?' Shaking his head in an attempt to rid himself of the direction his thoughts were taking, Harry quickly brushed his teeth, gave himself a wash up, and got dressed in Dudley's hand me downs.

Exiting the loo, Harry went back down the stairs to the kitchen. Knowing that he would be punished if he was even a few moments late in getting their breakfast started. Getting the skillets out, he began to prepare their feast. Soon, Uncle Vernon came into the kitchen, and began barking out orders to Harry.

"Get my tea boy!"

"Fetch the newspaper boy!"

Grudgingly, Harry did as he was told.

The rest of their breakfast time followed in a similar fashion. Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and Dudley barked out orders, and requests, that Harry had no choice but to fulfill. When he was done catering to his relatives, Aunt Petunia allowed him to have his slice of toast, and glass of water.

Eventually, it was time for them to leave. His Aunt informed him that Dudley was coming along. 'Oh, what joy!' Harry thought when he found out that bit of information. So, they piled into the family car and made the drive into London.

After a while, they arrived at their destination. The shop was average in appearance. Medium sized, and had various mannequins on display in the window wearing different fashions. The name Eleanor's was above the shop. Getting out of the car, and entering the shop, they began to get the items of clothing that Harry and Dudley would wear for the upcoming school year. Harry ended up with five shirts, that were all long sleeved and in basic colors that wouldn't attract much attention to him. The trousers that he received varied. Three of them were jeans, and two of them were khakis. Harry got one singular pair of shoes that were black in color, so as to not be quite as obvious when they got worn down. Dudley on the other hand, received an entire new wardrobe. His clothing was extravagant in nature, and meant to attract the attention of others. The clothes were more costly than what Harry was used to seeing them buy for Dudley. Aunt Petunia made sure that Dudley wouldn't have to recycle clothes as often as Harry would need to. Not only did Dudley receive clothing for school, Aunt Petunia bought him new pajamas, and nice outfits to wear on his off days. Just in case Dudley is invited over to one of his friend's house for tea. Aunt Petunia paid for their items, and they left the store.

As they were on their way out of the store, Aunt Petunia informed the boys that she would be getting the supplies that they needed for school from the local market. This was fine with Harry because the less time he spent in closed quarters with them, the better. Sadly, he was unable to go back to the house as soon as he would have liked to, because the rest of the afternoon was spent accompanying Aunt Petunia on her errands that she needed to run. They went to the Market, stopped off at a bookstore, and finally, went back to Little Whinging, Surrey.

The rest of the week flew by in the usual Dursley manner. The Dursley's ordered him around, and he grudgingly did as he was told. Before Harry knew it, it was Monday September the First. Harry and Dudley would be starting school at St. Grogory's Primary School today. The school was located just outside of Privet Drive. It was not that big of a school, nor was it very small by definition. The schools population was made up primarily of children who grew up in, and around Privet Drive. Unfortunately for Harry, the schools headmaster was acquainted with Uncle Vernon from their own school days. Suffice it to say, there would be no escape for Harry here. Dudley would still get away with bullying him. Only now, his friends would be able to join in on the fun of "Harry Hunting". However, this situation would only be temporary.

Harry's teacher was of an abominable quality. The teacher didn't encourage independent work, and because of Dudley, nobody wanted to be around Harry. No matter, he expected as much considering as far as he knew, he traveled to the past, and not some alternate universe, if they even existed. The school week passed by just as Harry remembered, only with a few changes thrown in here and there. This time, Harry tried to let his academic side shine through, without fear that The Dursley's would punish him. His attempts however, didn't work out so well. Either his teacher ignored his progress, or acknowledged it. His acknowledgement made Dudley jealous, so naturally Dudley complained to his parents. Harry was punished for "showing out" and trying to be "better than his cousin". After all, "A freak like him could never be better than a boy of outstanding character such as Dudley." The night that he received praise from the teacher, Harry was forced to spend the rest of the evening locked inside his cupboard without food or water. He wasn't even let out to use the bathroom so he soiled himself. Thankfully, he'd mastered the nonverbal and wandless Evanesco spell so he was able to clean himself up magically.

Finally, Saturday rolled around and Harry braced himself for the task ahead of him. Harry tentatively approached Aunt Petunia after she had finished eating her breakfast.

"What do you want boy?" she barked out.

"I was wondering if maybe I could go to the local library today." Harry asked timidly.

"You were, were you; Well, I suppose you could, after you complete the tasks I've set for you today. You see, Dudder's and I are going to tea at the Polkiss' later. It would really be for the best if you weren't around to irritate Vernon." Petunia responded exasperatedly while handing Harry a list of tasks.

"Thank you, Aunt Petunia." Harry thanked her, and took the list from her and scanned it.

To do list

1. Clean the gutters

2. Mow the lawn

3. Prune the garden

4. Vacuum the house

5. Clean the fireplace

6. Sweep and Mop the Kitchen

7. Sweep and Mop the loo

'That bitch! She gives me permission, then gives me a list that will take all day to complete!' Harry thought once he finished scanning the list.

Harry went outside to the backyard, and made his way over to grab the ladder from the shed. Picking the ladder up, he struggled to carry it over to the side of the house. He leant the ladder against the house, and began to climb up it until he was level with the gutters. Concentrating on the leaves that were in the gutter, he attempted to use Evanesco on them. Unfortunately, his attempt did not work so he was forced to do things the Muggle way. Harry was used to doing this type of thing, so his mind shut down as his body followed the motions. He snapped back to reality when he heard the distinct sound of the car starting up. It would appear that Aunt Petunia and Dudley were finally leaving, which meant that Harry was now there alone with Uncle Vernon.

When Harry was sure that his Aunt and Cousin were completely gone, he stopped what he was doing. He cast a silencing spell upon his feet, and went back inside the house making the minimal amount of noise as he did so. He crept up behind his Uncle and cast a wandless nonverbal Imperio on him. Sadly, the spell did not work due to his young age, and his lack of magical strength. His entire plan for today had hinged on the spell working. Grumbling to himself and mentally cursing the heavens, Harry went back outside and got back to work. All the while thinking and plotting his next move.

End Note: You have a chapter! The next chapter should be posted fairly soon. I do have all summer after all. You can expect updates pretty frequently for the next few months until school starts back up again. I am plotting out a Tomione fic, but I don't intend to start writing it, until this story is wrapped up though. As always, thank you for reading, and please leave a review to let me know what you think. I know the chapter was kind of short, but it's a start!