One and Only (mxm) SNARRY

01: Happy Birthday Harry!

Harry

It was July 30,1997 the day before Harry's birthday and just like any other normal summer day for Harry Potter. It was started with his Aunt Petunia unbolting the five deadbolt locks on his bedroom door, than banging her bony fist on it as hard as she could in order to wake him up. Not knowing that Harry was already awake, had been for the last hour. Harry has always been an early riser for as long as he could remember. It had started as a self-defense mechanism, a way for him to not aggravate his guardians any more than he had to. Not that it seemed to help all that much, but from the very start he noticed that his punishment was of the least brutal kind when they didn't have to interact with him, meaning no harsh beatings and they fed him more than twice a week.

But for some reason today was different in many ways. Harry had woken up early like normal but was unable to force himself from his bed as usual because ever since he opened his eye hehas had an abnormally warm painful feeling in his gut. Truth be told it was more like a burning hot sensation, almost felt like his inside were boiling while being stabbed by a red hot fire poker. It was a feeling that he has never experienced before in his short sixteen going on seventeen years of life.

He didn't have much time to concentrate on that highly uncormfortable and painful feeling, because his aunt was already banging on the door again yelling for him to speed up. While adding on the little detail that if he was not finished with making breakfast before her whale of a husband and fat pig son was down stairs and ready to eat, he could just give up on eating anything for the next full week. Although what she called them as was her loving husband and their sweet Dudders.

Harry knew that the threat had not been an idle one. So he wasted no time making himself get up and slipping on the first set of clothes that he could find. Which was a pair of humongous jeans, they were faded an covered in rips with giant holes in both knees. The shirt was large, discolored and fitted all wrong on his athletically toned body. In all it had taken him less then three minutes to wake up and get dress, his best time yet. After dressing he headed straight for his bedroom door opened it and then he speed walked down the Dudley photograph lined staircase and in to the kitchen.

Without wasting any time he walked to the oven to pre heat it, than to the fridge grabbed some eggs, milk, cheese, bacon, ect. After that it took him awhile to prepare everything he needed. The Dursley were not picky about which foods they consumed, but thay made up for that by the fact that they liked everything made from scratch and in large quantities. Truth is if they were any worse I would have to go out to the back yard, to kill and butcher the pig myself, just for a bacon sandwich.

I then grabbed a mixing bowl from in the cabinets, picked up the ingredients an mixed up some blueberry muffin batter. Reached under the sink grabbed a cupcake pan. Rinsed it in the sink dried it, placed the cupcake liners, used the batter to fill it, and then slid it in the oven.

Next was the easy part I got everything that was needed to make omelets. Grabbed a frying pan then turned on the stove top, let it heat up then dropped in some olive oil. But right when Harry was about to add the diced ingredients his aunt walked into the kitchen. She didn't completely enter, she stopped just in the kitchens archway.

"Your list of choirs are on the refrigerator, I want all of them done by dinner time. If anything on that list isn't done or if you burn breakfast I will have Vernon deal with you." She said to me with her scrawny neck stretch to full length and narrow chin upturned an jutting out.

Harry gave a small nod of his head while staring down at his sock covered feet. And answered 'Yes Aunt Petunia.' She huffed and turned around to walk back out.

Not even twenty minutes later he was sitting the last plate on the table. Harry finished just in time to hear clumsy and heavy footsteps running down the stairs. Seconds later Dudley was barreling down the last few stairs and into the kitchen as fast as his fat little legs would take him. His father was only a few steps behind him. They wasted no time sitting in sitting at the table and stuffing their faces. At a slower pace Aunt Petunia entered the kitchen once again and took her seat between Uncle Vernon and my obese cousin Dudley. She slowly fix herself a small portion of food.

Now that he was finished with their breakfast, Harry made his way over to the refrigerator, remove the list then folded it in half and placed it in his pocket. Then he walked towards the back door and grabbed his shoes from their place on the shoe rack that was right next to the door. After putting them on he made his way to the back Garden.

The first job on The To Do List was to weed, and water the plants. So what he did was gather the gardening tools from the gardening shed. After getting everything Harry work quickly and efficiently to finish everything that he had to do in the garden beds. About two hours later Harry was finished with the last flower bed. Then he cleaned and dried the gardening tools replacing them where he found them. He cleaned himself up before reaching into his back pocket for the list. An that is how the rest of the day went for Harry. Job after job chore after chore. He worked for the whole day up until around nine oclock, which was right after dinner. Even after all of his hard work and also working through pain there was still about three things left uncompleted on the list so Harry knew that he wouldn't be getting anything to eat, so he just went to his room waiting for either his uncle or aunt locked his room door.

After that had been done he laid down in his small twin sized bed and wait for sleep to come hoping for at least one night without any nightmares.

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A little while later that very same night was the start of his seventeenth birthday. at the stroke of midnight Harry started to lighty toss and turn while pulling the blanket even tighter around himself. If someone who was unobservent had borne witness to his movements thay would have believed that they were caused by his usually huge amount of bad dreams that he was known for by his Gryffindor dormates from in his Hogwarts house dorms. He had started to sweat slightly, and if you listen hard enough you could hear a tiny whimper coming from the small figure cocooned under the thin blanket.

As more and more time passed by the tossing and turning quickly turned into threshing, harry was grabbing, and clawing at his skin like he wanted to escape by clawing his way out of it. Yanking on his hair until his scalp was bleeding. The small whimpers soon turned into loud full on chocking wails of pain. His body was trying to fight the pain it was in to the point that the only parts of his body that was even touching the bed with his feet and head, his back arched completely off the bed. The veins in his neck were bulging out, his face had turned a purplish red, which would make one think that he couldn't breathe. There was a heavy flow of blood gushing from Harry's face, head, back, and chest soaking through his cloths and bedding. If someone could view his back they would notice that it was ripping itself apart, gashes appearing looking like he was being sliced open. Rivers of blood was running freely down his back to make a gruesome puddle in the center of his bed.

Harry's blanket lay on the floor kicked away earlier. There were loud heavy stumps in the hallway leading to Harry's door. His uncle Vernon could be heard trying to unlock all of the locks on Harry's door. Dudley was peeping around the corner and Aunt Petunia was only a few steps behind her husband when they finally got his room door open. Harry's room was dark only thing that could be seen was the foot of Harry's bed by the moon light through the only window which was barred shut. After entering it took a moment for their eyes to adjust to the darkness but when they did his aunt released a blood curdling screech in such a high pitch of voice that dogs are the only things in the world that could truly hear the sound. She then promptly fainted and Vernon was too shocked to even try to stop her fall to the hard unforgiving floor. The gruesome sight before their very eyes was too much for their human brains to even start to try and contemplate.

While Aunt Petunia was laying in a slumped over pile on the floor, Uncle Vernon stood in open mouth shocked, Dudley was still hidden around the corner while shaking and slowly pissing his pants in his all consuming fear .