Harry sighed at the screaming ringing through his ears, wobbling down the hallway to the kitchen.

"Yes, aunt pet-"

A hand met his face, slapping him hard enough to make him stagger back. "Make dudiekins breakfast and don't you dare take anything," she hissed. She walking away, her high-heeled shoes tapping against the hardwood.

Harry got to work on cutting fruit and making eggs, then leaned against the counter as he waited. Dudley came into the room. "What'd you make?" He asked gently.

"Eggs and fruit," Harry told him quietly. "Be careful, uncle Vernon pushed me and I cut my hand, I don't know if there's blood in the food," he whimpered.

"Thanks, Harry," Dudley said. "It's okay. You can eat with me, okay?"

Harry nodded and sat down with him at the table. "Are you sure?" He asked.

"Yes, of course," Dudley said. "Why wouldn't you be allowed to?"

Dudley didn't know the rules of the Dursley's house. Dudley had just been adopted, and didn't know the harsh realities of the household. Of course, they wouldn't hurt Dudley like they did Harry. Dudley was precious to them, but Harry wasn't.

"Well um,"

"Boy, what are you doing?" Vernon snapped as he stormed in. "Get upstairs, now!"

"Y-yes sir,"

The six year old boy said terrified. He avoided dudleys confused stare and scurried upstairs, waiting for what was about to unravel.