Clean-up crew

Chapter 1 - Letter

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There are many things that Harry Potter hates. 

He hates the Dursleys, children, and schools.

He hates loud noises, warm days, and the sun.

He even hates his own name.

But most of all, Harry hates things that are 'dirty'.

He hates specks of dust, pencil carvings, and food stains.

He hates oddly shaped eggs and untrimmed gardens.

If one were to diagnose him, they'd say he had OCD, also known as obsessive-compulsive disorder.

To him, this means that he just can not deal with imperfect things.

Whether in grammar, spelling, visuals, audio or otherwise, he needed everything to be perfect.

He needed everything to be clean.

But unfortunately for him, many people disagreed with his ideology.

In fact, many criticized him for it. 

And, by many, I mainly mean his family.

His 'family.'

Now, unlike the Harry Potter from some other universes, this one is a little...cold.

Now many it was because he had an absolutely dreadful childhood, or maybe it was just in his nature. 

Nevertheless, Harry Potter was not one to cross.

Here's the story of what happened when some people did.

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Harry's POV

I absolutely despise mornings.

The sun blinds your eyes, the gift of sleep gets taken away, and worst of all, the Dursleys awaken.

They aren't actually too bad when they're asleep.

But right when morning comes they rear their ugly heads.

This morning was no different.

I, of course, woke up by myself, unwilling to start my morning with the unique sound of a whale screaming at my face.

I slept in a small cupboard under the stairs, which barely had enough space to fit a tiny bed, resembling a crib, let alone an 11-year-old boy.

I unlocked the cupboard door, utilizing my lock-picking skills to their fullest potential.

I sucked in a deep breath, calming my mind just the tiniest bit.

One wrong step and I'd be beaten bloody.

Sunlight had already started seeping in through the windows, providing enough light for me to see my surroundings.

I quickly tiptoed across the room, my heart pounding in my chest.

I unlocked the door to the house and quickly sprinted to the mailbox.

I opened the mailbox, peering inside to see an absolutely stunning envelope with a large red wax steel. 

There was an emblem of a badger, eagle, lion, and snake, all surrounding the bold letter H in the middle.

Below the emblem were some Latin words.

I chuckled as I read it, a small smile creeping up my face.

"Never tickle a sleeping dragon?" I whispered to myself, my eyes fixed on the words.