"Welcome to your new home." Uncle Vernon said to Harry. "This is your cousin, Dudley." Aunt Petunia said. "Where will I sleep?" Harry asked quietly. "In the cupboard under the stairs. Now start cleaning this isn't a hotel and we are not room service or your maids." Uncle Vernon groaned.
Harry cleaned and did whatever they told him. He had to catch food for Dudley from the cabinets. He felt like a total slave. "Catch me some fruit snacks moron." Dudley snickered at Harry. "On it." He replied. Harry laid on the couch to relax to then be interrupted by his aunt and uncle. "What the bloody hell are you doing! Did we say you could lay on our couch. May as well burn it now, right Petunia?" Uncle Vernon asked. "Yes, yes indeed." She answered. Days passed and Harry thought it would all end. But Dudley was the baby and Harry was the slave. He was often sent to bed without dinner to be awoken with Dudley jumping on the stairs. Once in a while Harry thought the stairs would have collapsed in on him from Dudley's massive size. He may as well of had his own gravitational pull. Harry was treated like a dog, like a slave, and that's all he would ever be treated like.
