Harry's a what?

Chapter 1

This was going to be another typical summer at the Dursley's. It was the summer between Harry's second and third year. Harry hated summer. He knew that he would be locked in his room and he would be lucky to get a bowl of watered down soup every other day. This summer Harry knew was going to be bad because Professor Dumbledore had sent a letter home with him for his aunt and uncle. This letter was all about the fight that Harry had gotten in with his number one enemy... Ron Weasley. The letter made Harry look like the bad boy for beating up Ron for no apparent reason even though Ron had always been the one to start it. You see, Ron hated Harry because everyone loved the "boy who lived" Ron would mess with Harry and provoke him. Harry never hit first, he would wait for Ron to hit him then he would beat Ron up and usually sent him to the hospital wing. As Uncle Vernon read the letter, his face turned red, and Harry could tell that he was furious. Uncle Vernon put the letter down and glared at Harry. After a few minutes, Vernon said,

" What the hell is your problem? Why can't you keep your hands to yourself? Boy you are going to spend the whole summer in your room. You are not going to leave at all. When we decide to let you eat, food will be placed through the cat door and there will be a bucket by the top of the stairs for you to use as a bathroom. Now go upstairs and wait for me. You know what happens when you get into fights at school." Harry hung his head and walked out of the living room and walked towards the stairs. Harry's trunk was at the bottom of the looming staircase. Harry looked up at the stairs and let out a small whimper. He had to get his trunk up not one but two flights of stairs. This was going to be difficult considering the fact that he only had one hand. You see Harry had gotten into a fight with Ron at the beginning of the last week of school just before finals. Ron pushed Harry backwards and Harry lost his balance and fell down. When he did, his right wrist hit first and he heard a "crack." To make matters worse Ron then stepped on his wrist several times. Harry knew once he landed on it that it was broken, and now it defiantly was. On top of everything, Harry still had exams to do. By the end of the week, Harry's hand was burning and he was in a lot of pain. He was still in pain but he knew what was coming was going to be worse. Harry had no idea how he was going to get his trunk up both flights of stairs. He let out a sigh, tightened his grip on trunk with his left hand and began to climb the stairs. He made it up the first flight and dragged his trunk to the door at the end of the hall. Harry placed his trunk down and opened the door. He then flipped on the switch that turned on the light. The light was faded in the attic and it was very hot. Harry hated the attic; he hated living up there. He picked up his trunk again and began to drag it up the stairs. Harry was about half way up the stairs when he felt his left shoulder was about to give out, when he suddenly felt the trunk get lighter. Harry turned around to see Dudley holding the other end of the trunk and smiling. Harry smiled back at Dudley and the two of them carried his trunk up the stairs. Dudley was nice and liked Harry as long as his parents were not around. If his parents were around Dudley would just ignore Harry. Dudley would sneak food from meals to save and give to Harry when he could. The boys set the trunk down at the foot of a pile of blankets that Harry used as a bed. Harry looked at Dudley and said,

"Thanks cuz!" Dudley patted Harry on his left shoulder and said,

"No problem. You hurt your hand at school?"

"Yeah I fell on it. I will be fine." Harry replied. Then he said, "You have better get going your dad is going to be up here soon."

"Did you get into another fight at school?" Dudley asked. Harry nodded and then said,

"It is always the same kid that always get into fights with. He doesn't like to leave me alone." Dudley gave Harry a hug and turned around to leave. He stopped before going down the stairs and turned to Harry and said,

"I will bring you up some pain meds when dad is finished."

"I will be fine." Harry said quickly. Dudley smiled at his cousin and walked down the stairs. After Harry heard the door close he sat down on the pile of blankets. After about ten minutes, Harry heard the door open and heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. He knew right away that is was Uncle Vernon. He made it to the top of the stairs and walked over to Harry and said,