Unexpected

Chapter One

A young boy sat, scrubbing away, trying to get the horrid stain off of the floor. It was fading, but very slowly. The stain was his blood, he had accidentally knocked one of the plain glass cups off of the table as he was reaching down to grab a piece of food off of the floor. The glass had smashed on his shoulder, and a few pieces had dug into his flesh, making it bleed.
Harry glanced up at the grandfather clock, wondering how long he had left before his only family returned. As soon as he saw what time it was, Harry started to scrub more furiously. He only had ten minutes left until his uncle returned. Ten minutes. If Vernon discovered that Harry had made a stain in his carpet, he would be mad. That meant either a punishment, or being locked in the closet for a whole week without food, maybe even more then a week.
"BOY! I hope you have cleaned everything, otherwise you will be punished."
His uncle had come back early. He still hadn't got rid of the stain, and his uncle was home what should he do? Cover it up and hope that he doesn't notice? No that wouldn't work, he notices everything. Harry was doomed, and he knew it.
Heavy footsteps made their way through the house, the owner of these feet, was searching for his nephew/slave.
Harry began to scrub as if his life depended on it, which it did. His uncle had a routine for checking which room he was in. First, he would check the kitchen, then the lounge, then in his closet, and he would check the last room on the bottom floor, which was the room he was in. Harry had around one extra minute to get rid of the stain, but with his luck, the stain would not come out.
Harry was right, his uncle waddled his fat body into the dining room, barely fitting through the door.
Harry glanced up, his scrubbing stopped. His uncle had found out, just his luck.
"BOY! What if this? Why haven't you cleaned it? What have I told you about not cleaning the house properly?"
"I-I'm sorry s-s-sir, I was p-picking up rubbish from the floor, a-and the g-glass cut me, then I b-bled on the floor. I-I'm s-sorry s-s-sir."
Harry was looking down at the floor as he said this. He knew Uncle Vernon was getting madder by the minute, and could not bear to take a glance at his rage filled eyes. The punishment was going to be bad, very bad. Harry had never made a stain in the carpet before, so he had never had the punishment.
"Come with me boy."
Harry scrambled to his feet, off of the floor, stumbling behind his uncle as his uncle dragged him among by his arm. They went out into the pristine hallway, then through to the kitchen, and finally outside into the back garden.
The garden was well looked after, by Harry of course, and has a shed at the back. Rose bushes lined the edges of the garden, blood red was their colour.
Harry was dragged like a rag doll into the garden shed by his master, uncle Vernon. Harry's eyes darted from side to due, why was he in the garden shed? The shed was full of tools, one of them was a sharp saw.
'Wait a minute, a saw?' Harry thought, his eyes widening. If he didn't escape now, something bad was going to happen, but Vernon's vice like grip did not appreciate escaping at all especially when it was Harry who was being held.