Loving His Mate

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'Thoughts'

(Harry Potter: Age 15)

Harry was cleaning the bathroom. Marge Dursley had finally left. As usual her dog made such a mess. His aunt had walked into the guest bathroom to see what needed to be replaced. She walked out a few seconds later. Her face was green. She ordered him to clean it.

"Are you done yet?" She asked after two hours.

"Yes ma'am. I just need to finish cleaning under the tub." He answered. 'As usual Ripper shit under here.'

"Good. Don't forget to shower afterwards." She said.

"Yes ma'am." He said. 'Good. I was hoping I would be allowed. I smell like dog shit, literally.'

Petunia left the bathroom once more. It took another half an hour to finish. He was no longer small enough to fit under it and had a few problems but eventually there was no more dog poop and everything was sterilized. He put the cleaning supplies away, restocked the bathroom before taking a shower.

After his shower Harry went back to cleaning. He was in the living room when his uncle came home early. He spotted his nephew's wet hair and went over to him.

"Did your aunt give you permission to shower?" He asked.

"Yes sir." The wizard said.

His uncle nodded. "Where is she?"

"Kitchen." He said.

The dark haired teen resumed cleaning as Vernon went to the kitchen. Since neither of the adults were quiet Harry was able to hear their whole conversation.

"Vernon?! You're home early. Is everything okay?" She asked in concern.

"It is. I was sent home early so that I could give you the good news.

"Good news?" She asked.

"I won the office raffle." He told her.

"Really? That's great. What did you win?" She asked.

"An all expense paid trip to Italy. It's for four people. I figured we would leave the boy with Mrs. Figg and just the three of us go. I could just sell the fourth ticket." He told her.

"That's wonderful dear but unfortunately Mrs. Figg is on vacation until July first." She told him not knowing she had won a trip to Italy as well.

"Damn. Guess we'll have to take him with." Vernon said unhappily.

"He can carry our bags." His wife told him.

"Good idea Pet." That brought his mood up a little. "Where's Dudley?"

"At a friend's house." She told him.

"We'll tell him at dinner. Boy!" He yelled.

Harry put the rag he was using to dust down. He went to the kitchen. He made sure not to get too close. His relatives may not like touching him but that didn't mean they didn't hit him. He didn't want to risk it.

"Yes uncle Vernon?"

"I won a trip to Italy. You have to come with since no one can watch you. Go pack our bags." He ordered.

"Yes sir." He said.