Little Harry rinsed the dishes, hands struggling to reach over the edge of the bench, balancing precariously on a stool.

Finally they're done, what was next? Breakfast is finished, dishes done, washing machine has been started, mop the floor s'pose.

Dragging a half full bucket of water across the floor four year old Harry struggled with the adult size mop.

Maybe I should just get a sponge.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Freak! Get the door!"

"Yes Uncle Vernon"

Harry trudged down the hall towards to the front door and turned the handle.

"AHHHHH! It's Darth Vader!"

And he slammed the door closed.