Authors: Mary-Sue-Aka-Da-Stupid-Girl (idea), UltimoSeverusSnapeAdmirer (writing, translation)
Disclaimer: Come on! As if....
Genre: Action/Adventure, Humour, General
Summary: Harry tries to take revenge on the Dursleys for everything they caused him and comes up with the most unexpected plan to get what he wants.
Rating: PG-13 (language and disturbing the idea of the perfect clean Boy-Who-Lived)
Warning: It may be disturbing, but it's an interesting idea…
(@)--------------- Let's Take Revenge! ---------------(@)
Part 1: The Weird Plan
Just a few more weeks and the summer holidays would start again - Well, after the O.W.L. exams of course – and almost everyone visiting Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry seemed rather pleased about that fact. But some people would appreciate it to stay longer, to spent even the rest of their lives right there. People like the Boy-Who-Lived alias Harry Potter who always had to spend his holidays with a bundle of incompetent Muggles.
He couldn't stand his whimpering cousin anymore. His annoying cries every time he wanted something he couldn't get. And Dudley wanted loads of things. He also couldn't stand his aunt's and uncle's behaviour any longer. They always barked at him, sneered at him or even beat him up. It really was like hell to live with the Dursleys.
Well, but this year everything would change…at least Harry hoped. He had planned to have a talk with Dumbledore asking him if he simply could stay in Hogwarts for the summer holidays. After all Tom Riddle himself had asked the same question. He had been allowed to stay after Hagrid had been caught by mistake. And, well, this year there wasn't any basilisk sneaking around in the castle, was there?
"Hey Harry? What's wrong with you? You seem so…absent." Hermione stated worryingly.
Harry jumped. His thoughts and plans were interrupted now, so he decided to come back to reality. "Huh?"
"Oh Harry! Don't say there is another secret you hide! You know you can tell us everything!" Hermione whispered not wanting the others to hear anything about Harry's problems.
"Nah…no secret! I just planned something in my mind to not have to return to the Dursleys…"
Ron popped a whole potato into his mouth and almost spit it out again as he began to speak. "Do you want to convince Dumbledore that it would be better if you come with us to the 'Burrow'?"
"Well, Ron, that's not exactly what I planned… I actually wanted to stay right here in Hogwarts. But, well, the Burrow would be my second choice." He gulped down the rest of his pumpkin juice, before he jumped up to wander straight to the staff table in the back of the great hall.
Both his friends exchanged suspicious glances, before Hermione decided to call after him. "What are you doing?" But she didn't receive an answer. Harry hadn't heard her; he had been too busy to think about what to say.
As Harry arrived at the huge oaken staff table he felt a nervous sickness climbing up his chest. The eyes of all teachers lay on him heavily. But he wouldn't give in right now – not after he had come that far. Of course it seemed disturbing to him to bother Dumbledore with his problems while he was eating. To speak with him in his office seemed to be a much better idea right now. But if he didn't dare to speak now, he would never dare…or so. Dumbledore wouldn't say 'NO' in front of all people, would he?
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"No!" the headmaster answered stern and calm at the same time. "It's honestly impossible to allow you to stay here. I would be forced to allow it to everyone. And then we would have the worst chaos ever."
"But – but why not? I mean the other students don't have that goddamn relatives I have, do they?" Harry protested.
"Harry, please listen to me. I'm sure the Dursleys aren't perfect, but they aren't nearly as awful as you think they are. Just see it that way: Would they actually have picked you up from their doorstep to raise you?"
Harry's gaze wandered up to McGonagall. She nodded at him. Of course she was on his side.
"Can I go with the Weasleys' then?"
"No. It's also impossible. I would risk too much. Please understand me, Harry; I don't want to risk Arthur and Molly's lives. You're well protected in your relatives house, believe me!"
"Of course." Harry muttered and went off to again sit down at the Gryffindor-table.
"So what did he say? Are you allowed to stay here in Hogwarts?" Hermione asked.
"Nope. That would be impossible. Yadda yadda…" Harry mimicked the headmaster gestures annoyingly.
"Well, but you are allowed to come with us, aren't you?" Ron asked.
"Nope. Too dangerous for your family. Voldemort could come to kill all of you. Yadda yadda…"
"He has a point, Harry! Don't act as if he would be the devil himself! He has really good reasons!" Hermione stated.
"Good for him." Harry rose again. "Excuse me, but I feel sick!" And with those words he stormed out of the great hall straight up to Gryffindor-Tower. After giving the fat lady the password he entered the Common Room and heavily dropped into one of the comfortable armchairs. It was warm in here, because of those nice crackling flames in the fireplace.
"Damn him! I don't want to go back to the Dursleys. And that stupid headmaster won't make me. I'll rather become a Death Eater!"
CLICK!
Why not? As weird as it sounded why shouldn't he become a Death Eater? He would have loads of power and he could take his revenge.
But how was he supposed to manage that? He obviously couldn't simply stalk to Voldemort and ask him: 'Hey Voldie, just wanted to inform you that I would like to become one of your servants, old friend!' It was quite obvious that if he did something like this he would be dead, before he even could say 'Quidditch'.
He badly needed a person who could help him. A person who could inform Voldemort that Harry honestly would appreciate to become a Death Eater. But who could do this for him? He thought for a while, before he came to a result.
A cruel smirk curled over his lips. How could he ever forget about HIM?
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