The Light in the Dark

I

3rd person point of view through the whole story.

Harry let out a pained groan from the headache he has. It has been their for the last few days and it won't seem to go away. He knew why his head was hurting. Voldemorts trying to see into his head.

Standing up slowly, he gets dizzy almost instantly. Falling back down onto the cot that was used as a bed.

The Dursley's had moved him back into the cupboard when they found out that the letters were magicked to know where the student stayed, and that the teacher didn't read the addresses.

"Dad, the freaks not out of the cupboard yet. And can I please go with you to get Aunt Marge, Pleassssse." Dudly asked when he walked down the stairs, purposely jumping and making Harry inhale the dust that fell.

"Sure you can Dudders. FREAK, GET OUT OF THE CUPBOARD AND START CLEANING. THE DISHES, FLOORS, LAUNDRY, AND THE GARDEN BETTER BE FINISHED WHEN WE GET BACK FROM THE AIRPORT. YOU KNOW THE CONSEQUENCES IF THEY'RE NOT." Harry heard Vernon shout from upstairs. "AND DINNER BETTER BE COOKED AS WELL."

Harry scrambled out of the small cupboard and immediately started doing the dishes. He heard the front door slam shut, but he continued to finish the rest of the dishes.

Petunia was at a friends for afternoon tea, and now that the house was empty except for Harry, the small boy waved his hand and the dishes all dried, the curtains closed, the floor were mopped and swept, the laundry all scourgified and folded themselves, placing the neatly inside the drawers.

Harry new he only had about an hour until they got back so he began working on dinner. He wondered why the ministry had never arrested him for doing magic outside off school, until he figured out they couldn't trace wandless magic.

As he was cooking, his mind wandered to the facts he had stored in his head about the light side and the dark side of the war.

When he had talked to Tom, or Voldemort, when he was in the journal, he had learned a lot of what the light thought the dark was doing was not correct.

He had learned that Dumbledore was using Harry as a tool to defeat Voldemort so that he couldn't allow the Dark creatures, like werewolf's and vampires to have equal rights.

He also learned that Tom did not have a grudge against half bloods and muggle borns. He just wanted the muggleborns to have a choice of doing magic or not. And Tom was a half blood as well, therefore he understood pure blood reasoning.

Harry was now debating on whether he should join the dark and act as a spy or stay light and be the 'savior' everyone expects him to be.

Harry forced himself to close his thoughts and focused on making the steaks and potatoes that was being made for dinner. Finally finished with peeling the potatoes and began to season the steaks.

Finally, he walked to the stove and turned on a burner, placing the pot of potatoes on it to get the water boiling. He walked back to the steaks and placed two in a fry pan and turned on another burner.

He cooked them until they were only a little pink in the middle. Then he cooked one more until it was cooked fully, and the last two, he cooked until there was still blood leaking out of them, knowing that was how Vernon preferred his steaks.

Placing a wandless heating charm over them to keep them warm. He walked over to the potatoes and drained the water from the pot, and immediately mixing in butter, a small amount of cheese and milk.

Mashing the potatoes until there were no longer lumps of potatoes, he walked back to the stove and placed a smaller pan on a burner and dumped a can of corn in it. Putting in a small amount of butter along with pepper and salt.