Um…ok here it is…

Power and Those Too Weak To Seek It

It was the a night during the 3rd week of summer, and Harry Potter was missing the wizarding world more than ever as he sat on his moldy matress, in his room, on #4 Privet Drive. All 3 of his relatives were asleep by the sounds of the grunts and snores through the walls. Harry wished he could sleep. But nightmares always rattled his sleeep and caused him wake up, sometimes, in screams…and that only led to trouble. But then again, he needed his rest.

The Dursleys had gone back to their old ways again; back from before Harry ever knew he was a wizard. Harry's stomach suddenly gave a loud roar. Hunger. This, he was used to, for this was not a new procedure, as they starved him every summer. What the big new thing that Uncle Vernon brought back this summer from long ago, was the beatings. Beating that Harry did nothing to prevoke; although Harry felt he some how deserved. Beatings that would last hour after hour, and cause Harry to slip in and out of consciousness and cause him to bleed uncontrollably. Harry almost had the feeling that Uncle Vernon wanted Harry to die in the empty cell that was his room.

The next morning, Aunt Petunia rapped on Harry's door and yelled, "If breakfast isn't on the table in 15 minutes, you'll get it! Do it now! AND DON"T YOU DARE BURN IT!"

"Ugggggggggggggg", said Harry as he wobbled on his feet and started on his way to the kitchen. Dudley was already sitting at the table watching TV.

"Hurry up, freak!" he shouted, as he spotted Harry. Harry strolled by and started preparing the Dursley's waffles, which he knew he would not receive a bite of. Once it was done he sat the waffles on the table and Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia came in. They all began to eat as Harry just stood against the wall. His Aunt glanced up and saw him doing nothing.

"Feed the Dog!" screeched Petunia. Dudley had gotten a new dog for his birthday. A boxer from the animal shelter named Tyson. The Dursleys loved it and treated it a whole lot better than Harry. It was their prized posession. The dog, along with the rest of the family, hated Harry, even though Harry always was the one who ended up taking care of it.

"Ok," said Harry. Harry poured the kibble in the bowl as the huge dog almost toppled him over in excitement to stuff his face with the food. "Ok, can I go now?" asked Harry.

"I don't think so!" Shouted Petunia. "I made a list of chores you need to do today, and if you don't get done, your in trouble!" She handed Harry a yellow sheet of paper. Sure enough amount of work on the note was much too much to be completed in one day.

Mow the grass

Paint the fence

Pull the weeds

Water the flowers

Dust the house

Mop the Kitchen

Clean Dudleys room

Vaccuume the house

Put down new mulch

Clean the Garage

Wash the windows

'I guess I better at least try', thought Harry. He made his way to the front door so he could go outside and get started. His face was still buried in the yellow note, thinking of a strategy to avoid a beating tonight by finishing everything on the list. Deep in thought, Harry yanked the door open. He felt something brush past his leg and he looked up only to see Tyson running into the busy street. A car slammed on it's breaks, but it was too late…Harry didn't know what to do but stand there with his mouth wide open. Tyson was laying in the street… not moving at all.