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Harry's summer vacation started out terrible, with the constant nagging of the Dursleys, to the simmering summer heat and the constant nightmares of Cedric's death, Harry couldn't wait to start his fifth year at Hogwarts. Of course, fifth year meant the students had to take their O.W.L's, but Harry preffered standard school examinations over the living hell last year had been. It would mean he would get to see his two best friends again, Ron and Hermione. Harry had heard suprisingly little from them over the summer. He couldn't help but shake off the feeling of being left out, this reminded him of his second year where everyone thought he was the heir of Slytherin.
This feeling continued to grow as the summer sluggishly past. Harry was sat on his hands and knees, kneeling in the mud. He was trimming aunt Petunia's beloved roses in the Dursleys' garden, snipping away at the pink and red flowers. He let out a disgusted groan at the feeling of dirt underneath his fingernails. Harry noticed he was getting more and more frustrated of the little to no information he was receiving from those around him.
He felt like there was something simmering underneath the surface, like everyone was in on a secret that he was not meant to know. This frustration bled into his daily life. Once again Harry felt his anger build up, and before he knew what he was doing he cut off one of the roses completely from its roots. It fell down with a soft thud.
His body tensed up as he realised what he had done, but before he could cover up his mistake, he felt the dirt sink behind him. He could feel the massive frame of his fat cousin towering over him.
His cousin let out a small scoff: "Wait until i tell mother about this, you will be in big trouble." Harry murmered under his breath as Dudley stomped away: "Only thing big around here is you..." But Dudley didn't hear him and went inside to get his mother. Harry could hear commotion coming from inside the house, and soon enough Petunia was standing in the doorway, giving Harry an angry glare that seemed to come from the depth of her soul. As if Harry had cut of the head of Dudley instead of one of her roses.
With her hight pitched voice she sqealed out "You stupid boy, you can't even be trusted with my roses! This is the second time this week that you screwed something up!" She stopped to take a sharp breath, "First you screwed up the breakfast and now my garden?! You will get a serious unisment this time, wait untill Vernon comes home." She grabbedhim by the collar of his blouse to pull him up but Harry shook her off.
He stood up and snapped at her: "Let go off me you miserable woman-" Harry stopped himself before he could finish his sentence and he stormed off back inside and to his room, for his peace.