Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Wish I did but. :)
Harry was tired.
Tired of those around him dying. Tired of not making any difference in the war. Tired of fighting for Dumbledore's 'greater good'.
But right now, right this instance, he was tired of putting up with the Dursley's crap.
Not 30 seconds after crossing the threshold of number 4 Privet Drive and Vernon was on him.
The oldest male Dursely threw his nephew face first into the wall at the bottom of the stairs.
Slightly dazing Harry. Vernon then began with his fists, pummeling both Harry's face and stomach unrelentingly.
When Vernon's knuckles grew sore he let Harry to fall to the ground and began kicking with his steel toed size 12's.
With a final grandiose stomp on Harry's chest, causing Harry to throw up blood and bile all over the foyer, Vernon grabbed a cricket bat from the umbrella stand (a toy Dudley no longer used) and brought it down on Harry's arms and legs with great sweeping motions interspaced with the occasional swipe at the downed boy's head.
Within 6 minutes Harry had gone from simply a malnourished & skinny lad returning 'home' after a year at school, to a bloody pulp.
After Dudley got a few hits in himself, Vernon and his son dragged Harry into the garage. Lifting him onto the workbench Vernon surveyed the damage.
Like a surgeon at his operating table. With practiced ease he used superglue to seal the 7 large lacerations he had formed. The smaller ones would be left to heal 'naturally'.
When one of the bigger cuts refused to hold Vernon pulled a carpet stapler off the wall and tacked the skin together.
Of course he also shot another half dozen staples into sections of unaffected skin just for the hell of it. In doing so realising that he had broken Harry's left arm.
Vernon cut two lengths of gaffa tape and bound the arm with no splint, all the time saying a silent gleeful prayer that it would mend wrong. Harry's right shoulder was undeniably dislocated but Venom left that be.
"All in all, a welcome home well done" Vernon thought.
Selecting a hammer he cracked four more of Harry's ribs and Harry's right wrist for good measure. With Dudley's help they carried Harry up to the smallest bedroom of the house and dumped the blood covered form on the tattered and already blood covered sheets of the room's bed.
The sheets had not been washed since the summer before. Petunia refused to sully the washing machine with such filth.
Vernon closed and locked the door. Went to his room stripped off his clothes, throwing his blood speckled shirt into the bin by the door.
Petunia waited in the bed and for the next several hours Vernon made love to his wife.
Authors Note:
This is a drabble that may lead to a wonderful future. But I want reviews. I have already written several very short chapters not because I have no idea how to write this fic but because it's just going to be more horrific than this first chapter. So review, put your comments forward and I will agree to merge 'most' of your challenges/ideas into future parts.