Revenge is Sweet
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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter... but I own the plot. That is all...
Harry: ... Should I be scared?
Saku-Chan: Of course you should!
Dudley: How about me?
Saku-Chan: You're gonna hate me when I'm done...
Dudley: That doesn't sound good...
Harry: Sounds good to me...
Dudley: ... Harry... you're scaring me...
Harry: (Laughing manically)
Saku-chan: You should be scared!
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Chapter 1
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Harry served dinner to his aunt, uncle, and cousin cautiously, he didn't want to make them mad... his uncle had become more violent to him since he arrived back home to Hogwarts after his 5th year. He sighed inaudibly and grabbed his own plate, a chipped, plastic plate with Barney on it, it had belonged to Dudley when they were children. He took small portions, enough to insure he didn't starve to death in his own personal hell. He finished his dinner quickly, and excused himself, heading to the kitchen quickly so he could get it clean and maybe take a break from his life. He also used it as a way to get away from the gossip, the drill, and some random stupid TV show that Dudley was watching on the television.
Harry began clearing the table, being sure not to make too much noise, when he was sure the people he had to refer to as his family had gone into their sitting room, only to watch the evening news and some more stupid television shows. He wanted nothing more then to get back to Hogwarts... to have his godfather alive again, he had been depressed and angry with himself for not being able to save Sirius, and blamed himself for everything that had happened that fateful night in the department of mysteries. He winced though when he heard a loud and sudden, "HARRY POTTER!" From his uncle, he knew what was going to happen, and he didn't like it one bit... he stopped caring awhile ago though when he realized that the beatings weren't going to stop anytime soon.
Uncle Vernon stood in the middle of Harry's messed up room, "I thought I told you to clean this up!" He howled his fat face becoming and ugly mottled purple in rage. "I expected it to be clean the next time I came up here! What do you have to say for yourself boy?" He screeched, causing Harry to wince inwardly.
"I'm sorry Uncle Vernon..." he muttered, his voice cracking slightly, "It won't happen again!"
Vernon raised his hand, preparing to slap Harry hard across the face. He froze though when a scream make the window shake hard from outside. Ducking under his uncle's arm, Harry ran to the window and peered out, staring out across the neighborhood and ducked almost instantly when a spell flew through the window, shattering it, and hitting Vernon head on, petrifying him. Harry paled, and grabbed his wand out of his trunk, along with his invisibility cloak and the marauder's map and a shrunken down form of his firebolt, which he slipped into his pocket along with the map and a small bottle of floo powder.
He skidded to a stop at the bottom of the stairs where Dudley and Petunia were shaking visibly, trying to make themselves as not seen as possible. "This all your fault!" howled Dudley loudly, receiving a hand over his mouth from his mother to keep him quiet.
"Harry... is there anything you can do to get us ou-" Began Petunia, but cutoff when a loud explosion came from the front door. Petunia stood, scared and shaking, but stood nonetheless to protect her son and Harry, "Get him to safety... don't let my duddykins die!" she yelled, as Harry threw the invisibility cloak over himself, he couldn't risk being seen. He drug Dudley over to the fireplace, wincing as he heard the moans of pain coming from his aunt and small fires breaking out all over the house, things shattering all over the place. Dragging Dudley into the fireplace with himself, fitting both in there with barely enough room to breath, he threw down some floo powder, shouting, "Grimmauld Place!" he hoped for the green fire to appear and appear it did. Breathing a sigh of relief, he disappeared with Dudley, feeling sickened by the feeling of the floo and landed with a giant 'oomph' as he slid out of the fireplace hitting the ground. Then he wondered what possessed him to actually save Dudley, his tormentor since forever!
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Tbc! MUAHAHAHA! Sorry if it doesn't seem to long though, I'll try to work on that in the future... Also... this is a Dudley Bashing fic, so... if you don't like the sound of that I advise that you don't read this so that you can save your poor minds... who cares about Dudley Basing anyways?