Disclaimer: I don't own the marvellous world of Harry Potter. Yet.

Author: Welcome to the very first segment of Harry Potter and the Pureblood's Revenge! I do hope you will enjoy it. I promise it will have evrything. Money, greed, corruption, pride, sin and lust. Especially lust. Kidding.

Harry: Oh Circe, what is this psychopath going to do to me in this horrible manipulation of JKR's wondrous works?

Author: Oh, you'll see... the first item on my list is to make you imagine what the world would be like without the word 'the'.

Harry: (thinks for a moment) Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

Chapter 1 – Lunch with the Dursleys

An unusual sort of lad was sitting in his bedroom at Number 4, Privet Drive. His name was Harry Potter and he was writing his daily letters to his friends. His owl Hedwig was hooting impatiently in her cage.

Just give me a bloody moment, will you? Harry thought to himself as he kept scratching his quill on the parchment. As if she'd heard him, Hedwig gave Harry the dirtiest look one would suppose an owl could have done. Harry smiled apologetically at Hedwig, giving her a bit of apple as a treat. Somewhat mollified, Hedwig put her head under her wing and dozed off in her cage. Harry read over his note.

Dear Ron and Hermione,

Everything is okay with the Muggles for once, but it is lonesome here. The Dursleys still aren't exactly rolling out the welcome wagon, but that's to be expected from them. Wait till you hear this though. They invited me to have lunch with them in about half an hour! Do you know when I will be coming to join you? I'm bored stiff here! Please give Lupin, Moody, Tonks, the Weasleys and everyone else my regards. Let them know that the Muggles aren't mistreating me. Hurry up and write back!

Harry

True to Lupin and the rest of the Order's demands when his fifth year ended, the Dursleys had still not harassed or mistreated Harry. Of course, when it came to his relatives Harry learned to take what he could get. He'd expected that they were too terrified at the idea of a group of wizards showing up at their doorstep to cause Harry trouble. Whatever it was, Harry was grateful.

The Dursleys hated anything to do with Harry's magical world. Even though his "family" wasn't being actively aggressive towards him, they still had a way of treating Harry like some disgusting rodent. However, Harry didn't care anymore. After this summer, he'd ensure that he'd never see the Dursleys again.

He had done a lot of assessing of his life in the two weeks since he'd left Hogwarts for the summer. Of course, his main thoughts were still with Sirius Black, his deceased godfather. Sirius had spent twelve years in Azkaban Prison because he was framed for the murder of a dozen Muggles and one wizard. Three years ago, Sirius had made an unbelievable escape from the clutches of Azkaban's horrid guards, the Dementors.

All during that school year, Harry believed that Sirius was Voldemort's greatest supporter. Supposedly, he had escaped prison to murder Harry Potter and restore power to the Dark Lord. A series of events that year led him to discover that Sirius; a mass murderer was responsible for the death of his parents! Even more distressing however, was that Sirius Black was his parent's most trusted friend and betrayed them to Voldemort!

Harry also discovered that Remus Lupin, his Defence against the Dark Arts teacher at the time, was also a friend of Lily and James Potter until their death when Harry was only a year old. At the end of Harry's third year, he discovered that Sirius was innocent. It turned out that it was Peter Pettigrew, another friend of his parents, who betrayed them.

Harry had come to love Sirius and look up to him as the only father figure he'd ever known. It didn't last long, because Sirius was killed last year when Voldemort lured Harry and his friends into the Ministry of Magic.

Voldemort's plan to use Harry for retrieving the remaining half of a prophecy made sixteen years ago was thwarted when the globe holding the record was smashed. Harry however knew the contents of the prophecy since the Headmaster had a way of literally showing it to him. Harry shivered as he found himself once again looking into Dumbledore's Pensieve.

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies ... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not ... and either must die at the hand of the other, for neither can live while the other survives ... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies ..."

Harry was shocked when he heard this prophecy. He still was having a difficult time believing he had to murder someone in order to live his life in peace. But Dumbledore had made the explanation of this perfectly clear during their private lessons last year.

Professor Dumbledore... Harry could hardly stand to think of him and his horrible death so fresh in his mind. It was too painful. One person after another... who's next, Riddle? Harry thought to himself and then Harry lost track of his thoughts.

Coming out of his reverie, Harry prodded Hedwig to wake her up and sent her off with his letter to Ron and Hermione. She hooted at him reassuringly as she spead her wings and took off into the bright sunlight. It was odd that Harry's mind seemed to go blank whenever he thought of Dumbledore. It happened again. Harry zoned out and then came back to himself abruptly. Glancing at his watch, Harry saw that it was noon.

He trudged his way down the stairs to join the Dursleys for lunch. Aunt Petunia had served chicken noodle soup and a large tray of raw vegetables with crackers and cheese. Harry stared up at Petunia, shocked because of this unusually good lunch. He then noticed ham sandwiches anda pitcher of iced tea. What gives? he thought and gazed suspiciously at his relatives.

Dudley is still on his diet, isn't he? Harry thought. He fixed his gaze on Dudley and realised that he hadn't been paying much attention to his relatives since he'd returned from Hogwarts. Dudley had lost at least thirty pounds since last year. Harry couldn't help thinking that his cousin was almost to the point where he didn't look like a pig.

Harry also couldn't help but notice that the Dursleys were looking at him as if they were anxious, or perhaps waiting for something. Uncle Vernon was the first one to crack.

"Well?" Uncle Vernon had asked, as if the strain was too much to bear.

"Well what?" Harry answered. He was genuinely confused at the way they were acting.

"Aren't you going to tell us about Lord Voldythingey?" Uncle Vernon demanded.

"You want to know about Lord Voldemort?" Harry asked, stunned.

He was blown away by the fact that his unendingly Muggle relatives were seriously asking him about the wizarding world. Vernon nodded and looked particularly smug that his nephew seemed to have difficulty grasping this.

"Err, what do you want to know?" Harry asked.

Normally he could have talked volumes about his arch-enemy but for the moment his mind had gone uncomfortably blank.

"Petunia and I have been discussing this thing while you were gone and we decided that we want to know everything about Voldemort. If we are going to be put in danger because of you, we want to know why," Vernon snarled.

It was clear that listening to Harry talk about the wizard world was a very bitter pill for him to swallow. Harry nodded and noted with satisfaction the disgruntled expression on his uncle's face. Aunt Petunia looked resigned and Dudley looked frightened.

"As you already know," Harry began, "Voldemort was the one who murdered my parents. Before this, Voldemort was gaining power every day using his Death Eaters to manipulate other wizards. To do this, he used three Unforgivable Curses."

"The first one is called the Imperius curse. Basically, you use this curse to control others and make them do things they would normally never do. The second is called the Cruciatus curse. He uses this curse to torture people. Sometimes he uses this curse to get information from people and sometimes he and his Death Eaters just do it for fun. A friend of mine from school named Neville has parents who were tortured into madness because of this curse." Harry stopped here for a minute to gain his composure.

"The last is the worst. It's called the Avada Kedavra curse and it kills anyone it strikes. That's how my parents died. With this curse, all you can do is hear the incantation and then see a rush of green light right before you die. There is no stopping it, and it happens so fast that you don't even know what hit you. And you're dead." Harry added for emphasis and then paused to wonder how his relatives would react to this information.

Harry hoped that they would take him seriously for once. He saw this as an opportunity to reach his aunt and uncle and finally make them realise how bad his situation was. They'd never actually listened to him before.

Aunt Petunia looked horrified. Uncle Vernon looked shocked and Dudley actually stopped eating for a moment and looked up at Harry.

"Dudley, do you remember last year right before the Dementors attacked us in the alleyway?" Harry asked looking at his cousin.

Dudley nodded in response.

"We were arguing and you mentioned someone named Cedric and that I was having nightmares." Harry continued.

"Yes, of course I remember that. How could I forget?" Dudley whined, "You woke me up almost every night with your moaning and crying!"

"I saw him murdered by the Avada Kedavra curse!" Harry intercepted hotly as he was starting to lose patience.

Dudley looked down at the ground as Harry explained the Triwizard tournament and the events of the graveyard that June. After he was finished, Harry swore that he detected a flicker of pity on Aunt Petunia's face. He knew that pity from her was what he needed, but he was annoyed nonetheless. He didn't want her to feel sorry for him. What he wanted was to finally have peace somewhere. He was tired of always fighting with his relatives.

The expression on Uncle Vernon's face was unreadable. Harry, however, took it as a good sign that his uncle's face wasn't contorted with annoyance or rage as he was used to. Harry was encouraged to continue explaining Voldemort's story to the Dursleys.

" … the reason he keeps coming after me is because he wants to become immortal and invincible. He needed to hear the prophecy to find out if he could kill me or not. I'm lucky he didn't hear it otherwise we'd probably have Voldemort and his followers on the front steps right now," Harry concluded after he told them about the Ministry of Magic and about Professor Trelawney's prophecy.

"I say, that was the weirdest bloody story I have ever heard. How do we know that's not a load of bollocks?" Uncle Vernon scowled maliciously.

"Would you like me to get my friends you met at the train station to come and explain it all to you again?" Harry retorted with a cold grin playing on his features. "Or would you like me to introduce you to some Death Eaters? I am sure they'd be more than happy to enlighten you. They love Muggle hunting."

"Don't talk to me in that tone, boy!" Vernon hissed.

Harry stood up quickly and glared at the Dursleys.

"If you want me to show respect, then learn to show some yourself!" Harry roared, "I have had enough of people calling me a liar over the last two years if you don't mind! I am not a child anymore, Vernon! You are going to have to trust that I am telling you the truth for once. Whether you like it or not, we are family and I am tired of fighting with you!"

Uncle Vernon stared at Harry as if he'd never seen him before.

For once, Vernon Dursley was completely speechless. He continued to stare at Harry and did something remarkable. He nodded as if he agreed. Harry was shocked for what seemed like the hundredth time that day.

"This is why we hate the magical world. Look how much danger there is! Putting yourself in danger for a bunch of worthless… nobodies," Vernon whined, " and what do you get in return? Tortured, maimed and KILLED, that's what!"

"The Wizarding world is not all bad, Uncle Vernon," Harry protested, "We have spells to cure the sick, potions that can help plants grow and incantations that can make dinner for a family that's starving."

"I still think the whole thing is… unnatural if you ask me," Vernon grumbled.

Harry noticed that a lot of the conviction went out of his uncle's words. Harry couldn't help but grin. He then proceeded to tell the Dursleys about the wizarding currency system and their post system. In spite of themselves, they looked a little impressed.

"Those nasty owls can find anyone you need to send a letter to… anywhere?" Aunt Petunia asked. She looked the most impressed.

"Yes, Aunt Petunia," Harry responded, "If the person is alive the owl will find them."

Petunia Dursley looked astonished and even more impressed. Her expression suddenly turned thoughtful.

"What if the person is dead?" Petunia blurted out.

Harry looked at her curiously. Then it dawned on him.

"I'm afraid not, Aunt Petunia. You can't contact my mum from the dead, or I'd have done it ages ago," Harry sighed at Petunia's disappointed face.

"Why would you want to talk to my mum anyways? You hated her," Harry spoke again after a moment of silence.

"It might seem that way to you, but that doesn't mean Ihaven't anything to say to my sister," Petunia glared and looked rather affronted.

"I'd like to hear more about those Dementoids," Dudley suddenly requested.

"They are one of the most disgusting and foul things to walk the earth. They feed off of good emotions and leave you with nothing but the most horrible memories of your life. They used to guard Azkaban Prison and feed off the prisoners but they escaped last year. Now they have joined Voldemort. If they want to destroy a person, they perform the Dementor's Kiss. If you remember," Harry looked at Aunt Petunia, "They use this weapon to suck out a person's soul and make them nothing but a hollow shell with no memory and no emotions."

"Why did they leave Azkaban? Didn't they have enough to feed on there?" Petunia looked terrified as she asked.

"They did, but they are greedy. As my Headmaster at school told me, they have more scope for their desires when they aren't being controlled by our Ministry. At Azkaban, the Dementors could only perform the Kiss when they were told to. They had to control themselves. Look at it this way – if you were constantly hungry, would you want someone controlling when you eat and how much you eat?" Harry paused to shake the chill that settled in his bones whenever he thought of the Dementors.

"What did you see when the Dementors attacked you last year, Dudley?" Harry asked abruptly.

He had to stifle a cold grin when he thought of how Petunia forced Dudley to go on his diet. The fact that there was a similarity between his cousin and a Dementor amused Harry greatly.

Dudley started to tremble and shake violently. Aunt Petunia looked upset and Uncle Vernon looked shocked.

"Bloody hell! What's happening to my son!" Vernon bellowed.

"Idonwanttotalkaboutit…" Dudley mumbled.

Dudley appeared to calm down after a moment. He stopped shaking, but looked a little pale.

"Popkin… what happened?" Petunia asked.

She looked on the verge of tears.

"Nothing, Mum," Dudley said, in his best effort to sound normal, "I am going to go play Alien Invasion on my computer."

He then walked out of the kitchen to his room. Even Harry was a little worried. After all, Dudley never moved voluntarily.

"Well, I guess that's done," Uncle Vernon said, "Lunch is over."

"Alright, Uncle Vernon," Harry said as he started to clear his dishes away.

Aunt Petunia drifted off to the stairs so she could escape to the master bedroom. She looked very deep in thought.

"This was a good talk," Vernon said as he gazed intently at Harry, "Do we have any sort of protection against this lunatic?"

"Well, you are about as protected as you can be here. Professor Dumbledore put several protective spells over your house to protect me before he died," Harry responded as he filled the sink with water for the dishes.

"Good then. I'm sorry about your parents." Uncle Vernon said abruptly and awkwardly, "Even if they were... you know... they still didn't deserve that, I reckon."

Harry was taken aback and murmured a thank you. Vernon handed Harry a dirty plate and then left the house.

Once Harry was finished doing the dishes, he went up to his bedroom to do some reading and wait for a response from Ron and Hermione. Soon after he began Quidditch Through the Ages, he fell into a dreamless sleep.

Author: Well folks, I hope you enjoyed this little intro. Stay tuned for Chapter 2 - Dudley's Worst Memory!