Harry Potter and the Worst Summer
By: Accalia Silvermoon
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter! If I did, Remus would have married Harry instead of Nymphadora Tonks!
Chapter One: The Beginning
Harry Potter sat on his bed in his room at Number 4 Privet Drive.
He had just finished writing a letter to Sirius, asking if he could leave Privet Drive for the rest of the summer.
Quickly standing, Harry walked over to Hedwig's cage and opened it. Uncle Vernon had locked it as usual, but the lock was surprisingly easy to pick. As the lock clicked and the cage door swung open, Hedwig flew out and landed on the small desk standing by the window, impatiently sticking out her leg.
After tying the letter to Hedwig's leg, Harry opened his window so Hedwig could fly out.
As Hedwig quickly became a faraway speck in the early morning sky, a sudden noise made Harry jump.
"BOY!", Aunt Petunia called from downstairs. "Are you up yet? Get your lazy butt up right this instant and cook Dudley's breakfast!
And don't you dare let it burn!"
Harry sighed. "Yes, Aunt Petunia!", he called, before leaving his room and slowly heading downstairs.
Dudley's birthday. How could he have forgotten?
As Harry began cooking breakfast, he found his mind drifting back to the previous year.
Harry blamed himself for Cedric's death. If he hadn't suggested that they take the TriWizard Cup together, Cedric would still be alive.
Last year had been horrible for Harry and right now, the Dursleys was the last place he wanted to be.
SMACK! Harry fell to the floor and looked up at Uncle Vernon, clutching the side of his face, which was stinging.
"You burned Dudley's breakfast!", Vernon yelled. "Your Aunt specifically told you not to and you go and do!
You ungrateful little..." Uncle Vernon went on and on with the same old speech he had told Harry forever.
"Now get to your room! While we are gone today, you will have a longer list of chores to do and if they aren't done by the time we get back, I'll give you what you have deserved for a long time, boy!"
When Harry heard the sound of the car roaring down the street, he slowly got up and headed to the kitchen table, where a piece of paper lay.
1. Wash the dishes.
2. Wash all the windows in the house except yours.
3. Vacuum the entire house except your room.
4. Paint the back fence.
5. Weed front, back, and side gardens.
6. Dust the entire house.
7. Take out the garbage.
8. Wash both remaining cars.
9. Clean Dudley's room.
10. Clean both bathrooms, downstairs and upstairs.
11. Wash the kitchen floor.
12. Fix the broken grate.
13. Mow the front and back yards.
Harry groaned. How on earth was he supposed to get ALL of this done before they got back? "It's impossible!", he told himself as he started to get to work.
Harry finished everything he had to do inside, then headed outside with 3 hours left.
He decided to wash the cars first, thinking they would take the least amount of time.
By the time he was through, Harry was fairly dripping with sweat as it was an unusually hot day for England.
45 minutes later, all Harry had left to do was mow the front and back lawn and paint the back fence.
Harry was only a quarter of the way through with his painting when he heard his uncle's car pulling into the driveway.
'Oh no!', he thought to himself and hurried to get as much done as possible.
By the time Uncle Vernon came out to check on him, Harry wasn't even halfway done.
"BOY!", Uncle Vernon roared. "I TOLD YOU TO HAVE THIS FENCE PAINTED, NOT ALMOST HALF OF IT!
WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING ALL DAY, YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING LITTLE ROTTEN SCUM? BEING LAZY, THAT'S WHAT! JUST PLAIN LAZY, LIKE YOUR PARENTS!
WELL NOW, YOU'RE GOING TO GET EXACTLY WHAT YOU'VE BEEN ASKING FOR FOR YEARS, BOY!"
And with that, he dragged Harry back inside the house and into the living room.