Harry's Uprising

"Mmm, this steak sure is good." Vernon said. They were sitting at the table in #4 Privet Drive eating what Harry had cooked, as he stood by for Vernon's constant demands. "Freak, start mopping the floor." Harry sighed, the endless torment constantly getting him. As he started mopping, Vernon grabbed the mop from him and threw it away. "With your hands, freak!" he shouted. Harry couldn't handle it. He was always required to do this, and do that. Well now, he wasn't going to stand for it any more. He grabbed a knife from the counter and pointed it threateningly at Vernon. Petunia shrieked out as Vernon didn't have enough time to register what happened, as Harry lashed out and slit Vernon's throat. He then approached Petunia and stabbed it straight through her chest, pulling it out again. Finally, he turned to Dudley, who was crying in his seat. "Pathetic," Harry said, as he cleaved Dudley's head off as he grabbed his belongings and stormed out of the house.

Dumbledore knew something was wrong as he sat in his office, stroking his beard. All of his trackers and signalers on Harry had either gone haywire or dark. He knew he had to check on the house. He got up and left the school, apparating to the corner on the street of #4 Privet drive. He briskly walked up to the house, and upon seeing the door blown open he instantly got worried, taking out his wand. He walked slowly in, the first thing he saw was Vernon's slit throat. His eyes then moved to the dead bodies of Petunia and Vernon. "Who could have done such a thing?" he thought to himself as he quickly departed to the Ministry of Magic.

Nobody knew what had exactly happened that night, or what Harry had become, but they were terrified, even Voldemort was a little scared/curios.

AN: Ok so this is my first shot at making a story, I might continue it I might not, I want to see if you guys like this type of stuff or not.