Chapter 1
"Get up boy! Now!"
It had been two weeks since Harry had came face to face with Voldemort.
Two weeks since he'd gone the Triwizard tournament
Two weeks since Cedric had died.
Yet here he was being woken up at 6:30 in the morning by his uncle to spend another day doing monotonous tasks All. Fucking. Day. Long.
"i'm awake." he called to no-one knowing full well that Vernon would be downstairs scoffing his face by now. Slowly Harry dragged himself out of bed his back painfull from Vernons belt last night, he grabbed the closest shirt to him that didnt have stains on and trudged downstairs.
The second he entered the kitchen a list and a slice of stale toast was forced into his hands before he was shoved outside.
He quickly ate the toast before looking at the tasks he needed to do;
•mow the lawn
•water the flowers
•weed
•cleen the gutters
•prune the hedges
•clean the windows
And finally stay the fuck out our way
Harry thought this was the only task on the list he'd be willing to do anyways as it ment less arguing with ment less beatings with ment less pain.
Harry got to work mowing the already perfect lawn knowing Aunt Petunia would know if her presious lawn was even 1mm too long.
It was a very hot day so Harry quickly became exausted and dehydrated to the point where he was drinking from the hose as he knew he would get yelled at if he took his sweaty body inside before he finished the tasks. Soon ut was lunch but not that Harry knew as no-one called him in to eat it so he slowly worked on hours passing slowly as the sun just got hotter and hotter. Suddenly there was a loud crack and Harry was back in the graveyard back where voldermort returned. Back where Cedric died. Then he wasnt he was back at the durleys back holding the soapy sponge as he cleaned the windows the water from it dripping onto his leg. Like blood. Harry shook himself a chill running up his spine even though it has 30 or somthing degrees "your not there your back here at the Dursley", Harry said under his breath to calm himself. Harry realised that he said this to himself alot nowdays even the slughtest noise setting him of. Stop it he thought your a normal bo- well as normal as the fucking boy who lived could get.
As the day wore on, the oppressive heat intensified, casting a suffocating blanket over Privet Drive. Beads of sweat trickled down Harry's brow as he toiled under the relentless gaze of the sun, his every movement weighed down by exhaustion and despair.
Suddenly, the tranquility of the afternoon was shattered by the sound of heavy footsteps approaching from behind. Harry's heart sank as he recognized the familiar lumbering gait of his cousin, Dudley Dursley. Dudley's mere presence was enough to send a chill down Harry's spine, his fists clenched in anticipation of the inevitable confrontation.
"Hey, freak!" Dudley's voice cut through the air like a knife, dripping with malice and contempt. "What do you think you're doing, lazing around out here?"
Harry swallowed hard, his gaze fixed resolutely on the task before him. He knew better than to provoke Dudley, knowing all too well the consequences of defiance in this house.
"Just... just doing my chores, Dudley," Harry replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
Dudley's lip curled into a sneer as he sauntered closer, his bulk casting a menacing shadow over Harry's frail form. Without warning, he lashed out, delivering a brutal blow to Harry's side that sent him sprawling to the ground, gasping for breath.
"You think you're clever, don't you?" Dudley spat, his voice dripping with contempt. "Well, let me tell you something, freak. You're nothing but a worthless piece of trash, and you always will be."
Harry gritted his teeth against the pain, refusing to give Dudley the satisfaction of seeing him cry out. But each blow only served to fuel the fire of his resentment, a seething anger that simmered just beneath the surface.
As Dudley's assault continued unabated, Harry's mind drifted back to Hogwarts, to a world where he was more than just the punching bag for his cousin's twisted amusement. He longed for the freedom and camaraderie of his friends, for a life that was not defined by the cruelty of those who sought to break him.
But for now, Harry could only endure, clinging to the hope that one day, he would break free from the chains that bound him to this life of misery and despair. And as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the yard, Harry knew that he would never stop fighting for the chance to be truly free.