Taste the Flesh
An underfed five year old Harry Potter with abnormally overlarge large sized clothes smirked evilly as he pushed open the small door to his cupboard, finally free of his hellish prison. His fat lard of an uncle, Vernon Dursley, an 'upstanding gentleman' of the community had forgotten to lock the door of his cupboard like he usually did at night, a very big mistake and his last if Harry had anything to do about it. In fact he decided this would be the last night in this hell hole of a house.
He crept in to the kitchen silently and out the back door. Once outside Harry stopped to grab the key under a flower pot beside the door and swiftly made his way to the back shed. He had been planning this for months and now because of the walrus and the horse's mistake he could act on it. The raven haired child opened the door to the shed and he got to a large container of gasoline usually used for the lawn mower.
He grabbed it heaving it back to the house using the mysterious energy had had realized he had a few months back and proceeded to douse every room with the foul smelling liquid. Then he trailed it up the stairs into his fat cousin's room. Sneering at seeing the pig wrapped up and twisted in his revolting putrid green bed sheets he poured more gasoline around his bed and even up the bed sheets. He then turned and made a trail to his aunt and uncle's. God pay back was a bitch. He continued pouring it around there beds and up part of the bed. He exited the room and proceeded pouring the rest of the stove depositing the red container in the living room.
He froze suddenly as he herd his uncle stop snoring upstairs 'Oh crap.' he thought but fortunately all his uncle did was roll his great fat lump of a body over before resuming his awful snoring. The ebony haired boy continued on, thinking how wonderful it would be to leave all this. This place was gunna burn. Hell not like he even needed matches to do so you see 7 months ago he discovered he could control fire in the last month he was able to even create a small amount unfortunately he had accidentally killed one of miss's Figg's cats in the process after it had scratched him. He had wondered how he could do it and figured it was the strange energy but he didn't get it there was nothing extraordinary about him he was just "the Boy and "The Freak" Why would he get this odd ability? Oh well. He didn't care he loved fire.
Harry ran out side the door then held his hands in front of him and clapped quietly he grinned a sadistic smile as a small blue flame appeared in his cupped hands. He loved the feel of fire you see it was cool yet warm as it licked at his flesh and a soothing feel came over him and no mater what it couldn't harm him. He snapped his fingers and directed the flame into the doorway and placing it down to where the gasoline started smiling as he let go of his power letting it fallow the path of gasoline he created. It would reach his relatives shortly but he aloud his power to slow it down he opened his mouth ready to scream preparing face tears on his face.
"FIRE, FIRE PLEASE SOME BODY HELP CALL 911!" he continued yelling. A few seconds later lights flickered on, and neighbors began running out of their house he let the fire go. In fact he sped it up high pitched horrifying dreadful screams started as it reached his relatives. Suddenly a burning Dudley fell through his window. Fire trucks could be heard as Harry looked on in real horror sure he set their house on fire they deserved it but he hadn't actually expected to se Dudley fall through a window on fire screaming while on fire to see his burn black body attempt to get up get to safety it made him feel kind of sick at what he had done. None the less he had to make sure he could never be placed with them again and so he directed the fire to the kitchen and with a large BOOM the earth shook and the gas stove exploded blowing half the house to pieces. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the horrifically wonderful mess he caused gagging and near throwing up though as a charred arm flew from the explosion landing a few feet in front of him. A second later he was rushed by a medic away and into the back of an ambulance ware he was raped up in a blanket and looked over him for injuries despite his protests that he was fine.
They fond several bruises a few which where in the shape of large hand prints, 3 fractured rib's and multiple cuts as well as a half healed burn on the side of his hand from the other morning when Vernon had been so upset that he had made him only 6 pieces of bacon not his usual 8, and so forced his left hand to the stove element. Now that had hurt it wasn't fire so he couldn't control it from not harming him.
They asked him several questions and so the abuse from the Dursley's came to light the neighbors had been shocked and appalled at how the Dursley's had made them all see the poor boy. In death the Dursley's would not bee seen as the wonderful generous caring family they had seemed to bee in life.
It was decided Harry would go to an orphanage as the boy had no relatives to speak of. Harry was OK with that as nothing could be as bad as bad as the Dursley's. So 3 days later after being discharged from the hospital, Harry arrived at Stone and Cross orphanage witch was located in the heart of London. This was one of the nicer orphanages apparently or so he had been told by the staff. In total there where only about 74 other orphans ranging from 3 to 16 years of age him being one of the youngest. The adults had all seamed rather nice the children where all pretty OK though he tried to separate him self from the others not wanting to get involved with them.
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Before Harry new it 3 month's had gone by and he had still kept to himself
His world had been turned upside down and it finally seamed to be going well. It was adoption day which meant all children would come to the dinning hall and a couple would come and see if they wanted one of the lovely children. There had already been 7 adoption days since he came for his age category, each time Harry was looked over each time seen as nothing special. This time however he felt something different like something was going to happen as an odd pulse of energy and familiarity ran through him. And so they all arranged them selves in the room waiting hoping to be adopted when suddenly the door opened and in walked the orderly Miss Knight and the most stunningly beautiful blonde haired women I had ever seen and an elegant looking blonde haired man and a blonde child that looked about my age. My heart stopped they gave an odd comforting feeling to him this was it he new he would be chosen he could feel it.