One: The Decision
There was dirt caked under Harry's nails, Aunt Petunia had refused to allow him to borrow her gardening gloves once again.
The weeds suffocating the roses under the front window had been given Harry grief all morning and the midday sun was burning blisters into his skin. For the fourteenth time this morning, Harry felt another sharp pain as the needlelike thorns punctured under his fingernails. It was times like this in the garden that Harry cursed his Aunt Petunia for the way he was treated. He knew that his lovely Aunt left this chore to him every single summer when the roots of all the weeds that had popped up had enough time to bury and tangle themselves infuriatingly deep into the soil.
Harry sometimes liked to wish that number 4 Privet Drive would burst into flames before he was sent back to his Aunt and Uncle's for the holidays, at least then he wouldn't have to do any of the gardening anymore.
Probably for the best that doesn't happen, Harry thought, he was sure Uncle Vernon would find a way to blame it all on Harry.
Having finished with the front garden, Harry stood up and made his way inside. He hoped he wouldn't run into Dudley as he made his way to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, he was thankful for it being a workday and not having the looming presence of Vernon around.
Harry had stood at the sick and let the water run. It seemed to hold in in a trance. Here he was, watching the water stream directly into the drain.
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