The All Caster

Chapter 1

THE ALL CASTER

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BANG!

The sleeping teen was startled awake by the loud noise, which left him with a splitting headache as his head crashed into top of the understair cupboard, also known as his bedroom. "OI! GET YOUR LAZY ARSE OUT HERE THIS INSTANT YOU INSUFFERABLE PILE OF FLESH!" was what followed the banging as well as some very colorful choice of words to rival that of the nastiest sailor's tongue.

With a groan of pain and a soft rub to his aching temple, the teen, Harry Potter, grabbed his cracked circular framed glasses and quickly crawled out of the crammed space before he stood as straight as a pin in front of the purple faced whale of a man. Vernon Dursley.

The man before him was a living embodiment of a human whale. Every last limb on the man's body was covered and stretched to the miles with loose fat that jiggled with every movement. His neck was the size of a turkey while his fingers resembled the jumbo chicken sausages they would buy at the supermarket every passing week due to the vast appetites of the man and his offspring who was an exact carbon copy of Vernon. Dubley Dursley, or, as Harry likes to call him, the obese swine.

"Here is your list of chores for the day. Dinner is to be ready the exact second we step foot back into this house or so help me God yesterday's punishment will seem like child's play." With that, Vernon slammed the folded piece of paper into Harry. Much to the boy's dismay as searing pain exploded throughout his chest due to his slow recovery from the beating he got yesterday.

Apparently, the food he prepared was too good. So much so that it led Vernon to believe that he stole frozen food from the supermarket and served it to them as a way to get out of cooking when in truth Harry's cooking was just that. Too good. He had prepared steamed vegetables and white rice with a light gravy finish along with some salmon topped with creamy mashed potatoes. Any normal person would praise him for his refined culinary skills especially at his age but the Dursleys were the farthest thing from normal.

The sound of the front door being slammed shut jumped Harry out of the memory. When he heard the sound of his Uncle's car backing out of the driveway, he picked up the folded piece of paper as it had fell on the floor and opened it up to read it's contents.

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Chores for the Freak:
Take out the trash

Clean the gutters

Pluck the weeds from the garden

Mow the lawn

Clean the driveway

Polish the furniture

Clean the house from top to bottom

Wax the floorboards

Clean and polish all kitchen appliances

Make dinner

All Chores Must Be Completed Before We Get Home.....or else.

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With a sigh of despair and a heavy heart, Harry got to work. He first started by doing the outside chores first before making his way to the inside chores. Whilst doing his inside cleaning, he let his thoughts run for a bit.

Ever since his eleventh birthday his life had taken a turn, but he wasn't sure if it was for the better or the worst. Fighting a troll, realizing your teacher was Voldemort, surviving numerous life threatening experiences but the one thought that he couldn't shake was that of his best friends. Ronald Bill Weasley and Hermione Jean Granger.