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Harry's summer hadn't started off too badly. Sure, his trunk and wand had been locked away in his old bedroom, the cupboard under the stairs, and he'd had a long list of chores to do everyday, but it had been better than his life before Hogwarts. At least he had things to look forward to.
The last two weeks had dragged on, since the Dursleys ignored Harry (terrified of his magic as they were) and Harry ignored them back. So he was bored, but in a house like number 4 Privet Drive, bored was a good thing, especially for Harry. Bored meant nothing had happened, he wasn't being punished. He may be malnourished, partially starving and really fucking sunburnt, but, it could be worse.
The boredom had continued for the first two weeks of the holiday, until a business dinner disrupted the routine that they had established.
Surprisingly, Vernon suddenly grew enough balls to make a threat. "You listen here boy, if you make as much as one sound you'll regret it. I'll flay you within an inch of your life if you ruin this with your freakishness." He cried, moustache quaking in his anger.
So, of course, Harry's timer had run out, and the curse of the Potter luck hit again. Interference from an odd little creature called Dobby, an illegal hover charm, and a letter from the Ministry of Magic, meant Harry was sleeping in the bushes of the park in Little Whinging, not daring to get any closer for fear of being beaten by his Uncle.