The Start
Harry's arrival to Hogwarts over the summer wasn't expected. He was only there due to the fact that he blew his Aunt Marge into a balloon. The worst part of this was that both Snape and Draco were there. It wasn't know why Draco was there to Harry. Harry was reluctant to be in Snape's quarters, he wanted to be in the Gryffindor rooms, rather in the dungeons.
"Harry you will adhere to a set of rules, as well as Draco." Snape's voice spoke as Harry walked into the Quarters, a trunk (smaller than Snape would have expected) and his birds cage. "First, you will respect me as this is my home. Secondly, you shall have a chore list. Lastly you and Draco shall treat each other kindly. Am I understood?"
Harry wanted to say something, but he was so drained after using his magic to blow his Aunt up. He was also tired from the chores he had acquired over the summer. All he could muster was a nod.
"What, too lazy to speak?" Draco's snarky voice came. Taunting Harry.
"Draco." Snape said sternly, turning to Draco. "Harry your room will be the second on the right. My room is at the end of the hall and my lab is the first on the left, you shall not enter either with our my expressed permission."
Harry just nodded, taking his luggage and bird to his room. He set his luggage and the bird cage down. Slowly closing the door. He then walked over to the bed, the largest he had ever had, and flopped down onto it. He was so tired and just wanted to sleep. It wasn't long before Harry fell into the realm of sleep.
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"Harry," a small voice said. All he could see was darkness, but he could feel something flowing around him.
"Harry," A second voice called out. It sounded too much like Voldemort to not be him. "It won't be long before I come for you. I will finish the job I started when you were a baby."
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Harry almost screamed when he woke up, his scar burning. Harry wanted to scratch it, hoping that would solve it. His scar was more like a never healing scab, if he scratched too hard he would bleed. All Harry could do is press his palm harshly against his scar. Wincing once he does. It was half passed 6, surely no one would be awake, right?
Harry could hear the distant chatter of Draco and Professor Snape, he could also hear the cooking of food. When was the last time someone cooked for Harry? It has been too long for him to remember. Placing his glasses on the bridge of his nose and giving one last press to his forehead before removing his hand and let it hang next to him, he exited his room. Slowly walking to the kitchen. He could feel Draco and Snape's eyes on him.
"Look who finally joined us." The voice wasn't close to Draco's, but the sneer was similar.
"Good morning Professor." Harry weakly mumbled, he didn't want to disrespect Snape because who knew what Snape would do in the confines of his quarters. He slowly sunk into the chair, hiding the wince that followed.
"So he finally speaks." Now that was Draco's sneer.
"Quiet Draco." Snape said, making Draco end his teasing.
Harry quietly sat there. He would have normally started to yell at Snape or Draco, but he just couldn't find it in his mind to do so. He sat there waiting for breakfast. "So what chores will I have?"
Snape looked at him oddly. "You will clean the kitchen after breakfast and do your homework, which I expect to see what you have done so far."
Harry nodded. The food that had been cooked was pancakes and Bacon. Harry hadn't had Bacon and Pancakes before. All he really got with the Dursley's was left overs and for breakfast he got oatmeal.
While Snape and Draco started to eat, Harry couldn't think about what if he didn't like it or if it made him sick if he ate it.
"Well, I expect you to have had Pancakes and Bacon before. Are you going to eat?" Snape sneered, trying to find every detail he could to make fun of Harry.
"I haven't had them before Professor." Harry spoke quietly, he didn't want to anger Snape, he didn't want to be hurt. As Harry tried them (which he found to taste very good), he couldn't help but notice Draco and Snape looking at him with shocked expressions.
"Surely you are lying, Mister Potter. I don't accept lies in the house." Snape's voice raised in anger, he wasn't yelling, but still speaking louder than normal.
"Sorry Professor." Harry stated, continuing eating his pancakes and Bacon. The rest of breakfast was silent. Snape and Draco stood up after the finished.
"Me and Draco shall be in the lab, if you need something knock and don't enter. I expect the kitchen to be thoroughly cleaned. No magic." Snape said sternly. He and Draco left, leaving Harry alone in the kitchen. Harry piled up the dishes and utensils used during breakfast and took them to the sink. Harry grabbed the sponge and some dish soap, starting to clean the dishes. Harry occasionally stopped when he grabbed a knife, thinking "What if I stabbed myself." He would quickly shake the thought away and continued his washing.
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When Snape and Draco had returned to the kitchen they didn't find Harry in it still cleaning. Snape would have expected in the 4 hours in which Harry has to clean he wouldn't be done. It was nearing 11 in the morning now. Harry was quietly sat in his room, hiding his hand which he had scrubbed raw. Harry hates being Harry, he hated being a freak, he hated being dirty.
There was a simple knock at Harry's door. Harry hid his hands in his pockets as he answered the door.
"You did well cleaning, but I have reason to believe you used Magic." Snape didn't want to admit maybe Harry was good at cleaning.
"I didn't sir I promise!" Harry hadn't ment to yell at his Professor, he just didn't want to be in trouble.
"Give my your wand. Now!" Snape yell back. Harry was quick to run to his trunk, grabbing his wand and shielding his hand with one of Dudley's old long sleeve shirts. Harry handed the wand to his Professor who sneered at him and closed Harry's door.
Was Harry going to be denied food? Was he in more trouble than he thought? Who knows.