As Harry stalked toward the front door of number 4 Privet Drive
nothing in his mind registered but the uncontrollable rage that had in
moments overtaken him. I had been almost a year since he had moved out for
good.
This had been the final straw, he had broken, the suppressed rage that he had held down for his entire life, had surged to the surface.
The Dursley's had crossed the line, angered that the summer slave labor they had had for over 17 years was now gone and living a happy life, they had broken into the cemetery where Harry's parents had been buried. They had smashed their head stone and set the grave site on fire. A security camera had captured three easily recognizable figures, not even trying to conceal themselves, do the damage.
Harry pulled out his wand not caring about the consequences to come, or his new wife, Hermione, and the daughter they had on the way, He wanted revenge pure and simple.
He lifted his wand "ENFERIO" he shouted, as they door burst of it's hinges and landed in the living room floor ablaze.
His true power had been released, he levitated up through the ceiling and in to the master bedroom to stare unblinkingly into the eyes of Vernon and Petunia Dursley. Their faces showed not but pure terror as they looked back frozen in their place.
"HOW DARE YOU!!!" Harry roared and the house beneath them shook with his fury. "YOU," he roared again, slamming his fist through the wall and yanking fat huddled blob that was Dudley through the large hole with one hand and throwing him on the bed next to his quivering parents.
"Don't you dare try to lie to me, how dare you take away the most sacred place I have" Harry hissed his voice dripping venom and hate, his eyes filled with fire.
He was done speaking. Without the use of his wand or even a word the three quivering muggles were lifted in to the air and beaten, shocked, burned, lashed, and bloodied, with every spell Harry could dare to imagine, to within in a inch of their pitiful, worthless lives. And were then dropped to the floor in a stinking mass.
At that moment something in Harry snapped back in to place the anger was quelled but the power still remained. "If I ever see one of again the rest of my life I will come back and finish the job I have started." He spat, hatred still in his voice.
And with that he slowly picked up the cordless phone that now sat on the floor dialed 9-1-1 and threw in on to Vernon Dursley's barley moving chest the police would be there soon enough. Not regretting a single thing he had done. He walked from the burning hole that was once a bedroom, down the stairs, and out of the house never to return again.
A/N: what did you think disturbing wasn't it. sorry if that was kinda dark I was thinking what would happen if you pushed a sweet gentile person too far. As you can tell I'm not to fond of the Dursleys. I might continue this in to a chapter story if you have any suggestions I'd be happy to hear them. Anyway, not mine belongs J.K. Rowling and such, please review okay thanks.
This had been the final straw, he had broken, the suppressed rage that he had held down for his entire life, had surged to the surface.
The Dursley's had crossed the line, angered that the summer slave labor they had had for over 17 years was now gone and living a happy life, they had broken into the cemetery where Harry's parents had been buried. They had smashed their head stone and set the grave site on fire. A security camera had captured three easily recognizable figures, not even trying to conceal themselves, do the damage.
Harry pulled out his wand not caring about the consequences to come, or his new wife, Hermione, and the daughter they had on the way, He wanted revenge pure and simple.
He lifted his wand "ENFERIO" he shouted, as they door burst of it's hinges and landed in the living room floor ablaze.
His true power had been released, he levitated up through the ceiling and in to the master bedroom to stare unblinkingly into the eyes of Vernon and Petunia Dursley. Their faces showed not but pure terror as they looked back frozen in their place.
"HOW DARE YOU!!!" Harry roared and the house beneath them shook with his fury. "YOU," he roared again, slamming his fist through the wall and yanking fat huddled blob that was Dudley through the large hole with one hand and throwing him on the bed next to his quivering parents.
"Don't you dare try to lie to me, how dare you take away the most sacred place I have" Harry hissed his voice dripping venom and hate, his eyes filled with fire.
He was done speaking. Without the use of his wand or even a word the three quivering muggles were lifted in to the air and beaten, shocked, burned, lashed, and bloodied, with every spell Harry could dare to imagine, to within in a inch of their pitiful, worthless lives. And were then dropped to the floor in a stinking mass.
At that moment something in Harry snapped back in to place the anger was quelled but the power still remained. "If I ever see one of again the rest of my life I will come back and finish the job I have started." He spat, hatred still in his voice.
And with that he slowly picked up the cordless phone that now sat on the floor dialed 9-1-1 and threw in on to Vernon Dursley's barley moving chest the police would be there soon enough. Not regretting a single thing he had done. He walked from the burning hole that was once a bedroom, down the stairs, and out of the house never to return again.
A/N: what did you think disturbing wasn't it. sorry if that was kinda dark I was thinking what would happen if you pushed a sweet gentile person too far. As you can tell I'm not to fond of the Dursleys. I might continue this in to a chapter story if you have any suggestions I'd be happy to hear them. Anyway, not mine belongs J.K. Rowling and such, please review okay thanks.