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CH 1

It had been a week since he had returned from Hogwarts. During that time Uncle Vernon had started to beat him from the minute he walked through the door and he was not given anything to eat.

"Up, get up!"

Aunt Petunia was knocking on the door and yelling at Harry to get up. He got up and dressed then he went downstairs to cook breakfast for the Dursleys. When he was done cooking, Aunt Petunia handed him a list of chores.

Chores: make breakfast, clean dishes, mow lawn, weed garden, make lunch, clean dishes, dust everything, mop floors, paint fence.

This was a small list so Harry was surprised. Uncle Vernon went to work and Harry worked on the list. When Harry was making lunch, Uncle Vernon came home. He was smiling so Harry knew that something was up.

"Boy, you are baby-sitting tonight and what money you make you will give to me." Vernon said.

"For who?" asked Harry

"Why would they want Harry?" A shocked Petunia asked.

"Because they don't know that Harry lives with us and we could use the money. Add that to the fact that they will be here to have dinner with us." Vernon replied.

"Who are they?" Petunia asked.

"The Xanatos; they are very powerful and very, very, very rich." Vernon said.

"Oh, well, then we will have to make them feel at home." Petunia said.

The look on Aunt Petunia's face was a very dreamy look and she was smiling.

Dudley had heard what his father had said and his whole face lit up. Uncle Vernon then went back to work and Aunt Petunia started to plan what to have for dinner that night.

Uncle Vernon came back from work at five. Aunt Petunia was all dressed up and Uncle Vernon and Dudley changed into their best Sunday suits.

The door bell rang at six o'clock and Uncle Vernon answered it.

"Boy!" Vernon shouted.

"Yes, Uncle Vernon?" Harry asked.

"Come here now! The Xanatos don't know you live with us and you will not tell them, understood?" Vernon demanded.

"Yes, Uncle Vernon." Harry replied.

"Now, boy, remember: no funny stuff and don't say anything about that school of yours." Vernon said harshly.

Then Uncle Vernon answered the door.

"Mr. Dursley, I am here to pick up the baby-sitter for the Xanatos." Said a well dressed young man.