"Boy! Get down here and you better be quick or you'll not eat for a week!" Vernon Dursley, a very obese man, who resembled a walrus in Harry's mind, bellowed up the stairs at his nephew whom he loathed more than anything else…except maybe Harry's adopted sister. "Angela that includes you!"

Before James and Lily Potters' horrible murder they had adopted a young girl from an orphanage in the slums of London. If only they had known that the two would end up with Lily's horrible sister and her brute husband.

The two slowly made their way down the stairs.

"Yes Uncle Vernon." They chorused together, resisting the urge to cringe. Tomorrow was their Cousin Dudley's' 15th birthday and they had no doubt as to what was coming. Harry's birthday was also approaching but they had never celebrated it…at least not out loud and not with the Dursleys.

"The two of you are to bake Dudley a birthday cake. No tasting the icing or batter…if you mess up you won't like the consequences…understood?" He growled as he glared at them, causing them to flinch.

"Yes uncle Vernon…we understand." Harry replied.

"Well! Don't just stand there! Get to work!" Vernon bellowed, shoving them toward the kitchen. Angela stumbled but caught herself before she crashed through the door. She shuffled into the kitchen and they set to work. They baked the cake, put icing on it, and then covered it with sprinkles. When they finished they called to their Aunt Petunia to inspect their work. Petunia Dursley was a bean pole compared to her obese husband and equally obese son, Angela had once told Harry she thought that their aunt looked a lot like a horse.

"It looks acceptable…Duddikins!" Petunia yelled in the direction of the Living Room. "Come take a look at your cake!"

"A'WRIGHT!" Dudley came into the kitchen, and stopped when he saw the cake. "BLUE! BLUE! Mom I wanted ORANGE SPRINKLES!" He yelled then glared at his cousins. "You messed up! DAD!"

Vernon rushed into the kitchen and glanced at Harry and Angela who were wide eyed and had smudges of flour on their faces, then turned to Dudley. "What is it son?"

"They messed up…I wanted orange sprinkles but they used BLUE!" Dudley yelled pointing at Angela and Harry.

They cringed as Vernon turned to them. "I warned you didn't I?" He grabbed Harry and Angela by the backs of their necks and began dragging them to the closet under the stairs. Harry tried to pull away while Angela tried to pry Vernon's' hand off her. He let them both go when she accidentally scratched him. "OW! Why You!" He backhanded Angela hard enough to send her flying into the wall. She slowly slid to the ground where she remained, unconscious. He grabbed her arm and pulled her the rest of the way to the closet. He roughly threw her in and turned to Harry. Harry only rushed passed him to get in by himself. AS the door slammed shut he slowly maneuvered Angela until she was lying with her head in his lap. She groaned and slowly blinked her eyes open.

"Are you ok?" Harry asked as he brushed a few greasy locks out of her eyes. He never could understand why her hair was always so greasy even if she did get to wash it.

"It wasn't as bad as usual…I'll be ok." She replied as she carefully sat up, only to lie back down. "I feel so dizzy…I don't know if I'll be able to get up in the morning."

"It's ok…you rest…I'll handle the chores tomorrow."

"Are you sure Harry? What if the Walrus gets mad at you?" She whispered.

"It'll be alright…we'll get through it like we do every other time."

"Alright Harry…if you're sure." Angela replied as her eyes slowly drifted shut. Before she fell asleep she felt Harry lay down beside her and she curled up to his side.