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This is my VERY FIRST Snarry
fanfic! Yes, this is Snarry�
SLASH- EXPLICIT� If this offends you, please let me know and I�ll tell you not
to read this story! So, anyway- BE GENTLE! But not, like, fluffy�
constructive criticism is okay as long as it�s not hurtful� I�m sensitive. ;)

Disclaimer: Just to get this out
of the way, I don�t own HP or anything. Just the plot and the things that pop
out of my own odd imagination! Thank you!

Chapter One

XXXhpXXX

The street light at the corner
flickered before finally giving up and letting #4
Privet Drive fall into the darkness of night.
Inside, one would never guess at the violent scene that had unfolded just hours
before, for it was deceptively calm and quiet. It was especially so behind a
locked and dead-bolted door, where a young man with messy dark-brown hair and a
lightning bolt scar on his forehead lie on his back on the floor. He was
completely still and appeared asleep, save for the dull green eyes gazing,
unblinkingly, at the ceiling. In the soft moonlight, the purpling bruises and
deep scratches on his face were barely visible, but if he was in any pain, he
gave no indication.

Harry Potter�s summer had gone
slowly from bad to the worst of his life. He had become, what his uncle termed
as �outright rebellious�. In truth, he merely refused to do all of the work
around the house and god-forbid that any of the Dursleys were forced to raise a
finger! However, after a few rather painful beatings, he had agreed to do the outdoor, if only because it was the one time
he was actually allowed outside of the house. Not to mention that the labor
would help keep him in shape.

On this particular night, he had
told his uncle to bugger off when Vernon
had yelled for him to �quiet that damned bird�. He had promptly thundered up
the stairs and taught him a lesson about his impertinence, during which Harry
neither flinched nor made any sound of pain- which, of course, enraged Vernon
further.

So, as he stared vacantly into the
space above him, Harry thought of the multitude of bad decisions he�d made in
his life. He glanced at his clock and saw that it was nearly five in the
morning. Vernon would be leaving
for work in a few hours and shortly after that, Petunia would come into his
room, bandage him up to the best of her ability, give him some toast, and set
to work in the yard. If Harry had to say one good thing about this summer, it
would be that, while his uncle�s treatment of him had only gotten worse,
Petunia�s had improved greatly.

He sat up grudgingly, biting back
a groan when every one of his muscles protested ferociously. He ceased his
movement for a moment, allowing the pain some time to ebb before standing and
making his way to the worn bed in the corner. He sat down heavily, kicking off
his shoes and falling back, closing his eyes. He figured that sleep, as usual,
would ease the pain�

�Harry, wake up,� Petunia said,
�Alright, don�t wake up. But this
might sting��

Harry was startled into
consciousness when rubbing alcohol was dabbed into the large cut across his
nose. He looked into Petunia�s smirking face and settled down a bit so that she
could finish. When she had, he stood
up, testing his muscles. Surprisingly, there was no pain.

�You got lucky this time,� Petunia
huffed, �Only a few cuts and bruises and little bump on the head.�

�What?� he asked. Vernon
had nearly beat the life out of him� what was she talking about?

�You heard me,� she said, �It
sounded a lot worse than it apparently was.�

Harry raised an eyebrow. �I could
barely move last night.�

�Well, a good night�s sleep can do
wonders for the body. You should try it more often,� she said impatiently,
�There�s some fresh toast on the counter. Now, hurry and dress so that you can
start on your chores. Vernon�s made
up quite the list��

�Okay,� he said, stretching his
arms over his head as his aunt left the room. She was right, he noticed. He
wasn�t nearly as banged up as he had been a just a few short hours ago. He had
one bandage around his upper right arm, a bandage across the bridge of his
nose, and the back of his head was slightly sore. He shrugged, chalking it up
to some odd magical phenomena, and pulled on a white muscle-shirt, a clean pair
of faded, light blue jeans, and sneakers. He walked downstairs, grabbing the
toast and an apple on his way outside.

The list was on a shelf in the
shed. 1) Weed the front, back, and side
gardens. If you pull out a single gardenia, I�ll throttle you! 2) Mow the front
and back yards. No crab-grass! 3) Water the lawn. 4) Hose off the driveway and
sidewalk. 5) Clean out the shed. 6) Clean out the gutters. Harry sighed,
shaking his head. Vernon was such
an autocrat�

He did the weeding first, as that
required the least amount of physical labor, after which he climbed a ladder
onto the roof and cleaned the gutters. By the time he had finished, it was
lunchtime, when he went inside, away from the bright sun and scorching summer
heat. He poured himself a glass of water and made a ham and cheese sandwich.
However, he took one bite and gagged violently. He spit it out into the garbage
can and, after determining that it wasn�t the cheese that had gone sour, threw
away the remainder of the ham and grabbed some carrot sticks.

When he finished nearly half the
bag, he placed them back into the refrigerator. He walked back outside and
pulled the lawnmower out of the shed, starting the motor. Shortly after
starting the front lawn, Harry discarded his sweat-soaked shirt, tossing it
onto the porch. He continued his work, pushing the heavy mower back and forth
with ease due to his Quidditch training. While he was still lean, he was
incredibly strong, with sinewy muscles covering his body.

Once the front was finished, he
leaned against the handle of the mower lightly, wiping the sweat off of his
forehead with the back of his hand.

�Um� excuse me,� a small voice
said.

Harry looked over to see two girls
of about his age smiling shyly. He grinned at them, delighting at the blush
that sprang into their cheeks.

�Er� I was just wondering- what�s
your name?� she asked.

�Harry. Potter,� he replied.

�Really?� she said, �I knew you
looked familiar. W-We went to elementary together. My name is Marie and this is
Cecile.�

�You�ve- changed�� Cecile said,
speaking for the first time.

�Seven years and extensive
athletic training will do that to a guy,� he said. �Not to mention several battles with the most powerful Dark Lord the
world has ever known��

�What school do you go to? I only
ever see you around in the summer,� Marie said.

�I go away for school,� Harry
replied, �But I�m graduating this year.� �Or
I would be if I was going back��

�Really? That�s so cool. You must
be really smart to graduate early,� Cecile said, gazing up at him adoringly. �I guess you don�t have to be famous to have
a fan club� being gorgeous will do just fine, as well.�

He chuckled, thinking of what Hermione
would say to that. �Not really��

�Shouldn�t you be finishing the
back yard?� Dudley said from the porch.

Harry sighed and rolled his eyes,
making them giggle. �I guess I have to get back to work.� �

�Maybe we�ll see you around��
Cecile said, barely disguising the hope in her voice.

�I�m sure you will,� he said,
flashing them a toothy grin and a wink.

They scurried away, giggling
excitedly, and Harry began pulling the mower into the back yard. He was aware
that Dudley followed him, but paid no mind to it. He
finished the back much quicker, as it was half-covered by a large wooden deck,
and pushed the mower back into the shed.

�So, when did you get so popular
with the girls?� Dudley asked.

�I dunno� the girls have always
liked me at school,� Harry replied, �Maybe I just got hotter.�

Dudley
rolled his eyes. �Why�d you throw away the ham?�

�It was spoiled,� Harry said,
eyeing his skeptically.

�Mum just bought it yesterday. It
was fine,� Dudley said.

�What do you want?� Harry snapped,
�What are you playing at?�

�Nothing!� he said, raising his
hands in surrender, �Just having a civil conversation with my cousin.�

�Why?� Harry said, narrowing his eyes.

�Well� because I figure you have
to put up with a lot of bull shit from my dad, so you don�t need any more from
me,� Dudley replied.

�How kind,� Harry said
sarcastically, passing him on his way into the house.

�Come on. I�m trying to be nice,� Dudley
said, following him, �Can�t we just put our past differences behind us?�

Harry sighed. �It can�t just
forget sixteen years of torment. It�s not that easy� I wish it was, but it�s
not.�

�Why can�t it be? I�ve done it,� Dudley
said.

�Yes, but you were the tormentor,�
Harry retorted,� I was the tormented.
Anyway, in two days I turn seventeen and then I�m leaving here for good.�

�But your school doesn�t start
until September,� Dudley said.

�I know, but in the wizarding
world, you become an adult at the age of seventeen,� Harry explained, �And I�m not going back to school, so it doesn�t
matter.�

�Why aren�t you going back?� Dudley
asked.

�Because- why am I telling you
this? Don�t you have something to do, somewhere to be, someone to beat up�?�
Harry said.

�No,� Dudley
replied, �All of my friends are away or working or at boot camp.�

�What a surprise�� Harry muttered,
�Why didn�t you go with your mum.�

�Shopping?� Dudley
laughed, �I don�t think so.�

Harry growled in frustration.
�Fine, since it looks like I�m not getting rid of you, we�ll watch T.V.� �Maybe then you�ll shut your food hole.�

They sat down of the sofa and Harry
opened a bag of potato chips, popping one into his mouth. He wrinkled his nose
in disgust, shoving the bag at Dudley and rushing into
the kitchen. He returned moments later with a sliced apple and turned the
channel to jeopardy.

�Why�d you throw these at me? They
taste fine,� Dudley said.

�I don�t know� lately I�ve only
been able to stomach fruits, vegetables, bread, and mild and stuff. Meat and
greasy food makes me ill,� Harry explained, �Don�t ask why, because I have no clue.�

�Maybe you�re allergic�� Dudley
suggested.

Harry shrugged. �If television and chips don�t shut him up,
what will?�

�So�� Dudley
said, �What�s it like?�

�What�s what like?� Harry asked, sighing.

�Magic� what�s it like being able
to do magic?� Dudleyasked.

Harry smiled. �Wicked. Your arm
goes all tingly.�

�Must be nice,� Dudley
said, keeping his eyes trained on the television
screen.

Harry bagan
to understand. �I guess, but believe it or not, the wizarding world is actually
kind of behind the muggle world in some ways.�

�How so?�

�Most witches and wizards don�t
know what a telephone is,� Harry said, chuckling when Dudley�s
eyes widened, �I know, and very few of them have television or a computer or
even electricity.�

�How do you communicate with each
other?� Dudley asked.

�We use fire places. You�ve seen
how the floo network works, but we can do fire calls,
too. That�s where you stick your head in the fire and talk to people,� Harry
said, �It�s really weird.�

�That�s so much cooler than a
telephone,� Dudley said.

Harry smirked. A couple days of
being friendly with Dudley couldn�t hurt anything,
right? After all, he seemed genuinely interested in the magical community� and
so the rest of the day was spent with Dudley asking and Harry answering.

Petunia came home later that day,
after Harry had finished with the rest of his chores, and fixed steak and peas
and French bread for dinner, making and especially small steak for Harry.
However, just the smell of the steak made him queasy, so he made a plate of
peas and bread, grabbed the last of the carrot sticks, and ate in his room.
Thankfully, when he took his dishes back downstairs, his uncle wasn�t home yet.
In fact, by the time Vernon did get home, Harry had gone to bed. Of
course, in Harry�s world, �going to bed� meant lying in bed and thinking about
how crappy his life was while being as silent as possible until sleep came
around one in the morning.

XXXhpXXX

That�s all for chapter one. I know
it�s rather short, but I SERIOUSLY promise that the next one will be longer.
This one was only eight pages written down and the next has a grand total of
twenty-one pages in my notebook. A big difference, no? Please review as much as
you can! I�d really like some feedback on how I�m doing so far. If you need
some incentive to keep reading this story, I�ll tell you that you find out all
about the strange race that Harry belongs to and I�m ever-so-proud of how well
thought out it is! So please go along with it!!! I promise it�ll be GREAT. See
you next time� I hope!
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