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EDITED- 03/09/21
(memory in italics)
By now Harry was used to cooking.
He enjoyed cooking quite a bit. He just hated the people he cooked the food for.
Today would be an eventful day for Harry, today was the day he realised love was no longer a factor in his life.
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He was summoned out of his cupboard by his uncle - rudely I must say - and was shoved into the kitchen.
"Make us steaks you ungrateful boy!" He shouted at Harry, the helpless boy nodded.
He grabbed the ingredients from the fridge and the pantry, along with the utensils from the top drawer. He began to prep the chicken for the oven. Which he put in minutes later.
He then began to peel and cut the potatoes, managing to get his finger in the process. He whimpered in pain and grabbed a few paper towels. He wrapped them around his finger, they acted like a plaster, he learnt this trick a while ago when Vernon refused to give him any proper first aid.
He continued on the potatoes and then stuck them in the oven as well.
The next thing he needed to do was the broccoli, but that did not take long, he put the broccoli on the stove and waited silently for everything to cook.
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By now, the broccoli and chicken were done, so he took the chicken out of the oven and turned the gas off and left the broccoli on the stove.
The potatoes were almost done so he grabbed the Yorkshires from the freezer and shoved them in the oven.
The last thing he needed to prepare was the gravy. He took the granules from the pantry and put them into a mug. He boiled some water using the kettle and poured that into the mug with the granules, mixing it with a spoon.
Now the potatoes and Yorkshires were ready, he put on the oven gloves Petunia insisted he wore (to Vernon's distaste) and took the food out.
He plated all the food and poured the drinks, once again, not putting himself anything.
He took the plates two by two and put them on the table.
He called the family into the kitchen to tell them the food was ready. And boy he was shocked to see Dudley run as fast as he did, he had to hold back his laughter.
The walrus family began eating and Vernon's lips curled slightly, "What is this?" He asked, pointing to the potato on his plate, looking at Harry.
"I, Uh, I do not know uncle Vernon." Harry said, not knowing what was wrong with them. Vernon's face twisted.
"CAN'T YOU SEE? THE POTATO IS BURNT!" He shouted, his temper getting out of control causing Petunia and the young boy to flinch, making Dudley laugh.
"Uncle Vernon, it doesn't look burnt to me." Harry said, instantly regretting it as he was slapped in the face.
"You just wait boy. You have done it this time!" He warned, took a swig of his coca cola, and stood up, "I have been waiting to do this for a while."
"Oh God." Present Harry sighed.
He gripped the collar of Harry's t-shirt and dragged Harry out of the kitchen, leading him to Dudley's second bedroom.
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Memories my boy, memories
FanfictionHarry Potter has been abused for his whole life since he was left on the doorstep of the Dursley's house. He was redoing his 7th year at Hogwarts, and he had defeated Voldemort and was in a relationship with the one and only Draco Malfoy. What happ...
