The Twice Orphaned Boy

by Thethingsithinkabout

Time for the Dursleys to go bye bye, Harry in an accident has offed them and is now living alone, see how this changes him, is it for the better, WHO KNOWS! well I do but that is not the point. Look out Dumbledore fan club he is evil in this story as well as select evil Weasleys i.e. (Ronald, Molly, and Ginnerva) don't know what pairing is going to be, gonna see where it takes us.

1. Chapter 1

Chapter 1

"Boy!" Uncle Vernon shouted for his nephew. Young six year old Harry Potter came into the house from the backyard. "Yes uncle Vernon," he said.

"How many times do I have to tell you, you and your freakishness are not allowed outside without your aunt or I watching you!" Shouted uncle Vernon while he grabbed Harry's arm and started dragging him. "But bu.." Sputtered Harry. "No buts you will stay in your cupboard without food for the next three months." Yelled uncle Vernon. While he roughly shoved Harry into the cupboard slamming the door shut and locking it.

"And stay in there!" Was the last thing he heard before he started crying.

"Sniff sniff I wish they would just disappear." He said before he exhausted himself from crying, falling asleep.

When Harry woke up he found that the inside of the cupboard was really bright, unnaturally so and when he looked down he found that he was sleeping on a bed of fire but surprisingly to Harry it didn't hurt him at all, and when he sat up and looked to his hands he found that they to were on fire, but it didn't seem to be causing any damage to him he touched the cupboard's door and it burst into fire dissolving in seconds leaving only ash in its place. Harry got up slowly and walked out into the hall and placed his hand on the sofa and it to burst into flames Harry smiled evilly and said, "time to pay the Dursleys back for all that they have done for me."

Harry walked up the stairs and went down the hall to the biggest bedroom and he walked into the room. Uncle Vernon stirred from the light from the fire in Harry's hand and he looked up at Harry, his eyes opened wide and he was fully awake now staring at Harry with fear before he started shaking Petunia shouting, "Petunia, Petunia wake up! The freak is in here and he is using his magic!" That woke her up fast and her eyes snapped to Harry with fear and hatred in her eyes. Harry walked towards the bed and hopped on it with this action Vernon seemed to have gotten his balls back and he growled out to Harry, "what do you think you are doing! Get off of the bed and go back downstairs to your cupboard before I get my belt." Harry stopped and started staring at him unnerving, his uncle started talking again, "get you and your freakishness back into your cupboard that we have so graciously let you live in!" this made Harry`s stare become piercing cold while his fire turned black and extremely hot that started to burn Vernon`s mustache setting the tips on fire surprising him and making him give a soft "yip!" patting at his face but it wouldn't go out. "Graciously let me live here?" he said in such an icy tone it sent shivers down Petunia`s spine. "I have been treated like a slave here getting beatings for the slightest misstep having to do all of the labour around the house as well as not even eating most days, that is inhuman treatment so I will feel no guilt in killing you monsters." he said the last bit with so much hatred that they knew that they would not be seeing tomorrow. Petunia tried to get out of the bed but she couldn't move her eyes widened and she looked at Vernon whose face was burning away and could see that he was also struggling to move, Harry started to move forward again and Vernon and Petunia started to burn up until he grabbed their faces and they turned to ash in his hands. Harry got off of the bed and the fire in his hands disappeared and he ran down the stairs and out the backdoor running as fast as he could out of Private Drive and into Little Whinging.

After rushing out of Private Drive Harry starts to slow down breathing heavily until he reaches the park slumping down under the tree from running for so long his thoughts go back to what had happened before and he cries. "I just killed someone" he thought, though he felt no remorse for doing so nor would he if given the chance have changed anything. The thing that disturbed him was that he barely had any control over what he was doing he felt that his rage was controlling him. "I need to be able to control my rage before it controls me" he thought. And with that he decided to better himself, "after all," he thought, "it seems like I am special after all." he said in his head while a tongue of black fire appeared on his finger.

I Know I know I shouldn't have started a new story but I couldn't help it I really wanted to write this kind of story. Dead Dursleys, self taught, intelligent, and untrusting of most authority. I can't wait to dive deeper into this even though it is going to be a bit slow in the beginning, like the first bunch of chapters, lots of time skips in the beginning to but then we get to HOGGY WARTYS.