Life With The Dursleys
And after an entire year of adventures and friends, he was back with the Dursleys once more.
You see, he, Harry Potter, was far from an ordinary boy.
He was a wizard, fresh from his first year at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry.
He'd been sorted into Slytherin, the house for the cunning and ambitious, along with his friends, Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley and Crystalline Gray.
He wasn't even ordinary in the wizarding world. Wen he was one year old, the most powerful dark wizard, who's name people still feared to speak, attacked him.
The Voldemort had killed his parent, but when he had turned his wand on baby Harry, somehow the curse rebounded and the dark lord was vanquished, however, he had returned once more in and Harry again had to encounter him, and he barely escaped unscathed.
After the his parents' death, Harry was sent to live with his mother's sister, Petunia, her husband Vernon and their son Dudley.
They were the Dursley family, muggles (non magical people) who hated anything that didn't fit their definition of normal, including Harry.
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His days went by mostly the same.
Doing chores, getting beaten if he did anything wrong or Vernon was in a bad mood (though beatings were a lot less forceful and frequent as they used to be) and doing jobs around the neighbourhood.
He kept the money he earned in a little pouch with protection charms and an undetectable extension charm that Hermione had given him.
He had by now, earned 1000 pounds. Shocking yes, he felt he deserved it after all the work, a lot of it extremely weird things, he was doing.
Yes, it was true that he already had a money, but that was in the wizarding world, and besides, he and his friends had decided to leave that alone for now.
For Harry to use it only to buy books and other things for the school year.
The for this summer was earning a 2000 pounds each for both him and Hermione. And no one was to know about this money.
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Not for the first time, an argument had broken out over breakfast at number four, Privet Drive.
Vernon had been woken in the early hours of the morning by a loud, hooting noise from his nephew Harry's room.
"Third time this week!" he roared across the table. "If you can't control that owl, it'll have to go!"
Harry tried, yet again, to explain.
"She's bored ," he said. "She's used to flying around outside. If I could just let her out at night--"
"Do I look stupid?" snarled Uncle Vernon, a bit of fried egg dangling from his bushy moustache. "I know what'll happen if that owl's let out."
He exchanged dark looks with his wife, Petunia.
Harry tried to argue back but his words were drowned by a long, loud belch from the Dursleys' son, Dudley.
"I want more bacon."
"There's more in the frying pan, sweetums," said Aunt Petunia, turning misty eyes on her massive son. "We must build you up while we've got the chance... I don't like the sound of that school food..."
"Nonsense, Petunia, I never went hungry when I was at Smeltings," said Uncle Vernon heartily. "Dudley gets enough, don't you, son?"
Dudley, who was so large his bottom drooped over either side of the kitchen chair, grinned and turned to Harry.
"Pass the frying pan."
"You've forgotten the magic word," said Harry irritably.
The effect of this simple sentence on the rest of the family was incredible: Dudley gasped and fell off his chair with a crash that shook the whole kitchen; Mrs. Dursley gave a small scream and clapped her hands to her mouth; Mr. Dursley jumped to his feet, veins throbbing in his temples.
"I meant please'!" said Harry quickly. "I didn't mean--"
"WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU," thundered his uncle, spraying spit over the table, "ABOUT SAYING THE M'WORD IN OUR HOUSE?"
"I JUST MEANT PLEASE!", Harry bellowed back.
"HOW DARE YOU THREATEN DUDLEY!" roared Uncle Vernon, pounding the table with his fist.
"I WAS TRYING TO TEACH YOUR SON SOME MANNERS, CONSIDERING YOU NEVER BOTHERED DOING SO!"
"I WARNED YOU! I WILL NOT TOLERATE MENTION OF YOUR ABNORMALITY UNDER THIS ROOF! AND DON'T YOU DARK QUESTION DUDLEY OR OUR PARENTING YOU UNGRATEFUL FREAK!"
Harry stared from his purple-faced uncle to his pale aunt, who was trying to heave Dudley to his feet.
"All right," said Harry, " all right..."
Uncle Vernon sat back down, breathing like a winded rhinoceros and watching Harry closely out of the corners of his small, sharp eyes.
This was all even being around the Dursleys was like, arguments and more arguments.
He was really looking forward to getting out of this place.