Harry had a night with barely any dreams, mostly because of the pain keeping him awake. After he could finally doze off for a moment, he was awoken by a bang on the small wooden door that kept him hidden from the hallway. He raised his head and hit it on one of the low steps while trying to get up. Harry’s thin and used mattress had changed color and was now painted with blood. "Hurry up, boy!" he could hear Vernon yelling from the kitchen table. Harry ripped off his bandage so his uncle wouldn’t know he had medical supplies. While ripping it off, he ripped up some of the wounds that had merged with the fabric during the healing process. He bit his lip hard to not make a sound. The word "now" came from the kitchen in a low growl, which gave Harry a boost of energy. He stumbled out of the small room and into the kitchen, where he was quick to start on his first chore of the day: Saturday breakfast.