Harry's Revenge 2:
Lord Pottermort
As Harry floated high above London on his broom, he wondered what he would be doing if he had never done what he had done the year before. He had killed his two best friends. But he didn't care anymore. No, they meant nothing to him now. They had only played a minor part in his life, even though Hermione had been the one true love of his life. Oh, well.
Harry observed the ground below him. He saw the lights from windows glowing dimly, and a few cars drove around. The Dursleys were probably glad he was gone. They had hated him. But that didn't matter, since he had hated them, as well.
They're going to pay for what they did to me, he thought. I wonder what I should do to them......perhaps I should repeat Hagrid's old trick, and then just kill them. Yeah. I think that's what I'll do.
He quickly turned his broom so that it pointed downward and shot straight down. He was about two feet from the ground when he quickly pulled up and glided above the pavement until he reached the house on Number 4 Privet Drive. He knew this place only too well. He had lived there since he was a baby. He had hated it since he was a baby, too.
When he got there, he dismounted his broom and walked up to the door. He didn't bother to knock. With just a few words and a flick of his wand, the door swung open. He stepped inside.
The house was dark and silent, since it was midnight. As Harry marched up the stairs to the bedrooms, he felt his scar burning. But it wasn't like the painful 'Voldemort is near' burning. It was a sort of burning that felt good. A sort of 'I am Lord Pottermort! Fear me! Fear me!' burning.
Using his wand, he managed to make a bunch of scary sound FX, such as thunder, lightning, creepy organ music, and a repeated DUM DUM DUM! These sounds awoke the Dursleys. The three of them leaped out of their beds and went out into the hall to see what was going on.
"Hullo, Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, Cousin Dudley." Harry said. When he spoke the words 'Cousin Dudley' he smiled evilly and he raised his eyebrows manically.
"W-w-what d-do y-y-y-you w-w-w-w-w-w-w-want?" stuttered Dudley.
"Get out of my house this instant!" Uncle Vernon roared, his face turning even purpler at each word.
"I've come," Harry said, still wearing that evil smile, "to get my revenge. You treated me like a piece of garbage, and I'm going to make you regret it...in hell!" He pointed his wand at Dudley, and, murmuring a spell he had learned from Hagrid, turned Dudley into a pig. He then did the same for his uncle. But he turned his aunt into a tiny giraffe. Then, he pointed his wand at Dudley the pig-or was it Uncle Vernon? No matter. "AVADA KADAVRA!!!!!!!" he yelled. The pig slumped to the floor. He did the same to the other pig and the giraffe. He quickly rushed out of the house and flew back upward, floating, once again, above London. I like this Lord Pottermort business, he thought, I think I'll use it all the time, and keep killing people, simply because, it's, well, FUN!
THE END!
Lord Pottermort
As Harry floated high above London on his broom, he wondered what he would be doing if he had never done what he had done the year before. He had killed his two best friends. But he didn't care anymore. No, they meant nothing to him now. They had only played a minor part in his life, even though Hermione had been the one true love of his life. Oh, well.
Harry observed the ground below him. He saw the lights from windows glowing dimly, and a few cars drove around. The Dursleys were probably glad he was gone. They had hated him. But that didn't matter, since he had hated them, as well.
They're going to pay for what they did to me, he thought. I wonder what I should do to them......perhaps I should repeat Hagrid's old trick, and then just kill them. Yeah. I think that's what I'll do.
He quickly turned his broom so that it pointed downward and shot straight down. He was about two feet from the ground when he quickly pulled up and glided above the pavement until he reached the house on Number 4 Privet Drive. He knew this place only too well. He had lived there since he was a baby. He had hated it since he was a baby, too.
When he got there, he dismounted his broom and walked up to the door. He didn't bother to knock. With just a few words and a flick of his wand, the door swung open. He stepped inside.
The house was dark and silent, since it was midnight. As Harry marched up the stairs to the bedrooms, he felt his scar burning. But it wasn't like the painful 'Voldemort is near' burning. It was a sort of burning that felt good. A sort of 'I am Lord Pottermort! Fear me! Fear me!' burning.
Using his wand, he managed to make a bunch of scary sound FX, such as thunder, lightning, creepy organ music, and a repeated DUM DUM DUM! These sounds awoke the Dursleys. The three of them leaped out of their beds and went out into the hall to see what was going on.
"Hullo, Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, Cousin Dudley." Harry said. When he spoke the words 'Cousin Dudley' he smiled evilly and he raised his eyebrows manically.
"W-w-what d-do y-y-y-you w-w-w-w-w-w-w-want?" stuttered Dudley.
"Get out of my house this instant!" Uncle Vernon roared, his face turning even purpler at each word.
"I've come," Harry said, still wearing that evil smile, "to get my revenge. You treated me like a piece of garbage, and I'm going to make you regret it...in hell!" He pointed his wand at Dudley, and, murmuring a spell he had learned from Hagrid, turned Dudley into a pig. He then did the same for his uncle. But he turned his aunt into a tiny giraffe. Then, he pointed his wand at Dudley the pig-or was it Uncle Vernon? No matter. "AVADA KADAVRA!!!!!!!" he yelled. The pig slumped to the floor. He did the same to the other pig and the giraffe. He quickly rushed out of the house and flew back upward, floating, once again, above London. I like this Lord Pottermort business, he thought, I think I'll use it all the time, and keep killing people, simply because, it's, well, FUN!
THE END!