Harry Potter stared at his uncle in fear. He could tell he wasn't going to like this conversation.
"You ate my meat, boy! I see some is missing," Vernon said, his beady eyes boring into the Harry's skull with controlled rage. "I also hear you ran away from Dudley... Why did you run away from your cousin when he was only trying to include you in something normal... something a freak like you wouldn't know anything about. You should be thankful for Dudley's kind soul."
Harry cringed at the way his uncle seemed to be in control of his mounting rage. This was something new, something he didn't know if he could handle.
"Come here," Vernon said. "I only want to hit you."
A loud thud could be heard from outside of the house.
"Hey.. what's that?" Vernon said with a leer on his face as if Harry was a tasty little treat for him eat at his leisure. "What's that.. I can't hear you, boy. Are you too dumb to know what that is.. Here let me tell you.. it's my fist." Vernon punched him again and again until Harry couldn't see and was left on the floor bleeding.
"lolumad." Vernon said as he opened the fridge and pulled out a slab of meat and began to eat it raw.