BOOM.
The door came down with a resounding crash, and a large figure stepped out of it. Uncle Vernon, preparing to fire, suddenly had a gigantic hand pressed around his face. The next second he was lifted up into the air and thrown into the wall, a loud snapping noise coming from his neck.
Aunt Petunia shrieked.
'That'll teach yer, Riddle!' yelled the man, a distinct slur to his words. 'Muckin' about, framing me fer the Chamber of Secrets...bastard!' he roared, shoving a large stick in Aunt Petunia's screaming mouth, and said slowly and clearly - 'Incendio.'
Aunt Petunia's head disappeared in a jet of flame, consumed by fire until nothing but ash was left, leaving her corpse to fall to the ground.
'And fer you!' he bellowed at the shocked Dudley. 'Bagman! Gamblin' away my money! Why, yer little -'
In a flash, fist connected with nose and Dudley was thrown headfirst into the sofa. The stranger started to pull on his left leg, causing uncomfortable cracks to come from the boy's knee. Finally, it was completely torn off, spraying red all over the room. The man began to chew experimentally at the dead limb, before throwing it at the whimpering form of Dudley Dursley. When the cries of anguish were finally extinguished he turned to Harry.
'Harry Potter, my fuckin' ass!' he whispered, pointing his finger. 'By Merlin, like Harry Potter could ever live with Muggles - bollocks, the lot of it! Absolute shit! The kid defeated a Dark Lord, fer Morgana's sake! Confringo!'
And with that, the Boy Who Lived died.
'Ah no,' Hagrid moaned, weeping at the sight of four bodies scattered around the room. 'I've done it again, haven't I? Knew I shoulda taken tha' Hangover Cure before gettin' 'ere...'
The half-giant stepped outside, activating his Portkey. He wondered what excuse he would make to Dumbledore this time.
