Hey everyone so this is my first published fanfiction. I have attempted to write others but I haven't gotten very far yet whereas this idea really seems to flow smoothly. Feel free to flame the story all you want because even though I am only in the first chapter I've probably already made some major mistakes. I don't mind about reviews but if you seen any major plot line holes or spelling mistakes I haven't picked up on I would really appreciate if you could point them out to me. Anyway enjoy the story, I have big plans for this and if I decide to abandon it (Which I will not) I will let you lot know. Also Harry Potter does not belong to me. If it did I wouldn't be writing fanfiction about it. (or would I?)

Arigato!

- Tayla Jane

Harry Potter had always thought that he was different from other people. He was only a small boy, 10 years old with green eyes and unruly hair that never seemed to stay down. Appearance wise, he was the same as everyone else. But he felt as if something was missing from his life, and he could never quite put his finger on what it was.

His relatives were different too, but not in the same way he was. They were nasty people and liked tormenting him for no apparent reason other than he was there.

His Aunt Petunia said that he was the most foul child she had ever met, while Uncle Vernon liked to bully Harry by making him do the most demeaning housework. In the Dursley household he was treated as nothing more than an inconvenience and Harry knew it. Not that he put up with it anyhow.

Harry was startled out of his dream by a loud thumping above the stairs. It sounded as if someone rather heavy was jumping up and down on the stairs. Which was exactly what was happening.

"HARRY GET UP YOU SLOWPOKE, I'M HUNGRY!" Dudley all but shouted through the thick wood. Harry scowled at his ceiling.

One of these days.

"Do it yourself." He muttered to himself. He wasn't expecting an answer so when a voice came from the grill of his door he started, surprised.

"But I don't know how to cook bacon," Dudley whined "And Mother won't even let me touch the burner in case I hurt myself."

Even through the grill Harry could see Dudley pouting. Harry rolled his eyes at the stupid expression on his cousin's face.

"Fine, but if you annoy me anymore," he said. "You're going to end up with a black breakfast."

Dudley grinned, happy that he had somewhat got his way. He moved away from the door and started to head into the kitchen.

Harry watched his back for a moment before sighing to himself. 'Honestly,' he thought.

"Dudley," Harry called through the grill. "Forgetting something?"

Dudley turned and appraised Harry's cupboard. His face squashed into something looking like an overfed pig as he tried to remember what he had forgotten. It took him several seconds for it to clear up. Understanding crossed his face and the back of his neck turned purple when he realised.

"Er, sorry Harry." He muttered while making he way back to the cupboard.

He grabbed the lanyard from the outside of the door and began to unlock all three locks on the cupboard door. Meanwhile Harry hurriedly got dressed and attempted to pat down his unruly hair. As usual it completely ignored him and proceeded to stick up in all directions. He gave up fairly quickly.

When Dudley had finally unlocked the door he forcefully shoved it open ignored the squawk of protest from Dudley who was directly on the other side. From the heavy thump and the moan of pain Harry guessed that Dudley hadn't moved in time. He grinned and pushed the door fully open. It revealed a rather large boy spread out on the floor.

"Looks like I got you again Duds." Harry said while stepping over the moaning form. An incomprehensible mutter came from the still grumbling boy. Harry's grinned widened and he left Dudley where he was, heading into the kitchen.

It wasn't long before Mr. and Mrs. Dursley were awake. Harry noted Petunia's arrival by the high pitched voice coming from the hallway.

"Oh my sweet Duddles!" the high pitched voice said, "What ever happened to you?"

Harry tensed and took his attention off of the bacon to listen in to their conversation.

"Er...um...I just tripped." Harry heard Dudley mutter. Petunia was obviously fooled by the lie as she began to fuss over the chubby boy, leading him into the living room. Harry could still hear her fussing of him through the walls. Obviously Vernon could hear the fuss too as Harry heard a stern voice booming through the house.

"Petunia, woman!" He said "Leave Dudley alone, he needs to man up and not be coddled by you." Harry could hear Petunia's tone turn frosty.

"Well I'm sorry that I love my child, Vernon." She said icily. They obviously weren't paying any attention to Dudley anymore as he quickly hurried into the kitchen and shut the door behind him. From the relived look on his face Harry guessed that Dudley had not been expecting his sucking up to Petunia would backlash on him.

"Looks like they've started early today," Harry blandly said to Dudley as he wandered over to the kitchen.

"Yeah," answered Dudley. "I wonder if-hey you're burning the bacon!"

Harry turned back to see the bacon starting to go black around the edges. He swore and tackled it with the spatula, trying to save what he could. The result was a most being unburnt with a few pieces either slightly burnt or black.

"Whoops." Harry muttered, annoyed at himself for not paying better attention.

Dudley eyed the burnt bacon sadly before devouring the unburnt bits, leaving half for his father.

Halfway through Dudley seemed to perk up. He turned to Harry with his mouth full.

"Hhey gwuess wat?" He said trying to speak around his full mouth. He swallowed and started grinning. "This means you owe me one."

Harry grimaced as he remembered their bet from the night before. He glared at Dudley before a calm expression spread over his face.

"You were technically cheating," Harry commented. He turned back to the breakfast he was preparing while Dudley continued stuffing his face.

"All's fair in war," Dudley said wisely. Before ruining the effect by shoving the last piece of bacon in his already full mouth.

Harry sighed angrily but conceded. He would just have to beat Dudley in the next round.

As they stopped talking they noticed the living room had fallen silent. Dudley turned purple and turned back to his plate completely ignoring his cousin. Harry continued to prepare the rest of his relative's breakfast.

Vernon waddled into the kitchen a few seconds later. His already foul mood turned even worse as he spotted Harry calmly cooking breakfast.

"BOY!" He half roared at the small ten year old. "Where is my damn breakfast!?"

Harry turned. "I'm just finishing up now, Uncle." He said calmly. Harry's calm tone only infuriated Vernon even more.

"STUPID BOY!" He yelled moving forward at the same time. When Harry tried to respond Vernon swung his arm around and boxed Harry in the side of the head with considerable force.

"DON'T YOU DARE TALK BACK TO ME YOU FILTH!" He continued yelling, ignoring the way Harry was thrown into the bench narrowly missing the still going burner. His ear began to bleed profusely but Vernon wasn't finished with him yet.

"YOU WILL SHOW RESPECT TO ME AM I CLEAR RUNT!?" He yelled at a loud enough volume to wake the whole neighborhood. From the way Petunia came running in it had clearly had been too loud for her nerves.

"QUIET DOWN WILL YOU, YOU'RE GOING TO WAKE UP THE NEIGHBOURS!" She yelled at him with the same volume.

"WELL I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT THE NEIGHBOURS WOMAN!" Vernon yelled back at her.

Vernon and Petunia continued to yell back and forth at each other although at a more subdued volume. They didn't notice how Harry picked himself up slowly and then left the room with a blank look on his face. Dudley took one look at his still arguing parents before following Harry out to his cupboard. He found Harry patching up the bleeding wound from the med kit kept in the hallway. The wound on the side of his head was beginning to look more serious by the minute.

"Are you alright Harry?" Dudley said worriedly, glancing back at the kitchen door.

"Yeah, I think that my ear just got a bit ripped." Harry said nonchalantly. Ignored the strangled gasp coming from his cousin.

"But Harry we need to get you to the hospital!" Dudley exclaimed.

Harry turned to Dudley and eyed the worried expression.

"Nonsense," he said. "It will heal quickly so there's no point anyway."

Which was true, Harry had a recovery time like no other. It was almost like magic. Joining his recovery time with his high pain tolerance he was the perfect punching bag for his Uncle Vernon's anger.

"But Harry!" Dudley started. Harry cut him off.

"Shut up!" Harry whisper yelled, not wanting to catch the attention of his still yelling Aunt and Uncle. Not that they would be able to hear him over each other anyway.

"I don't need you butting in to help me, you'll only get hurt yourself!" With the last word he roughly forced the door of his cupboard open and shuffled inside. Ignoring all of Dudley's protests he shut the door behind him.

Harry could still hear the yelling of his relatives from the kitchen and sense the presence of Dudley outside of his door. But inside his cupboard he was safe, safe from all the bastards who liked to hurt him.