I don't own anything do with Harry Potter, not even a speck of dust on one of the costumes that may be described in a book or seen in a movie!
A/N: I'm basically making this up from nothing. Any ideas that you may have would be so greatly appreciated and I will try to use as many as possible!
Chapter 1: Revenge.
"Get down right this very instant boy!" uncle Vernon yelled from the kitchen window overlooking the yard.
Harry knew instantly that he had done something wrong but he didn't know what. However, he was not too scared because Harry had a special talent; whenever harry thought about somebody he really hated for a long time, something bad always seemed to happen to them. "Yes Uncle Vernon?" Harry asked as he got to the bottom of the stairs.
"Don't you dare 'Yes Uncle Vernon' me, boy. You know very well what you have done!"
"Actually I don't, sir."
"You don't know? You don't know?!"
"That is what I said," Harry replied.
"Well, how about taking a look at the garden then!"
Harry stood on his tiptoes and look out of the window leading from the kitchen to the garden. He was not surprised to see that it was the same as it had been when he looked at it that morning. Harry shrugged his shoulders towards Vernon, which made him go a sickly shade of scarlet.
"All you can do is shrug your filthy shoulders? The lawn hasn't been mowed! The seats haven't been repainted! The hedges need trimming!"
"Well obviously that's going to be the case if I haven't done it yet this weekend," Harry replied in a smart ass sort of voice.
"Don't you dare use that tone of voice with me you fool! Why haven't you done it?"
"Because I haven't had the time," said harry, emphasising the last word.
"Well find the time! I expect those things to be done by 3!"
Harry looked up at the clock to his left and saw he had three hours exactly.
"Yes uncle Vernon."
After having visited the tool shed to gather the appropriate equipment, harry placed everything in the middle of the yard and got to work on trimming the hedges. He had been doing this every weekend for the last 4 years, since he was 5, so he had learnt the quickest ways to do it. He had figured the doing the hedges first was best because he could angle the hedge trimmer so that most of the trimmings fell onto the grass, so that he could pick them up while he mowed, making less work
Harry pulled a cord on the hedge trimmer that one would commonly find on a lawn mower to get it started and after a few try's this happened. Whilst gardening, harry liked to plot in his mind farfetched ways of getting away from the Dursleys, all of which he knew would fail. His favourite was to be captured by a giant and taken to a world full on witches and wizards, a place where he would feel at home.
He was so deep I thought that he got a fright when uncle Vernon yelled at him from a window to go faster, he accidentally dropped the hedge trimmer, which trimmed through the hedge and partway through his leg. Uncle Vernon yelled at aunt petunia to come outside, where he found his ruined hedge and harry, who was rolling on the ground screaming in pain.
"What the ruddy hell have you done to my hedge?!" uncle Vernon roared.
"I don't care about the damn hedge!" harry yelled. "What about my leg?!"
"Oh stop fussing," Petunia replied. "It really doesn't look to bad."
Harry stared at her in shock, not believing what he was hearing her saying when there was blood free flowing from his leg. "Not bad?! Not bloody bad?! Can you not see what state me leg is in?!"
"First, don't talk to your aunt like that. now hurry up and give us a quick look."
Harry removed his hand from his knee and the bleeding got worse.
"Oh, Vernon, this is not good."
"No, no its not. What should we do?"
"Well we have to take him to a hospital!"
"All that money….."
"Forget the money what about all the court cases?!"
"Oh yes you are right. You go get some old towels while I get him in the car and get Dudley while you're at it."
"Ok," aunt petunia finished as she left to do her jobs.
"Come on boy, get up and come to the car."
Harry tried to get up and then collapsed onto the ground again. "I cant walk."
"Fine, I'll just have to carry you then."
Uncle Vernon bent down to pick up Harry and was only just able to reach him, as his stomach got in the way. As they were about to get into the car, Petunia came running down the driveway with Dudley, who was asking questions and lots of old towels.
"Get in the front, Dudley," Vernon said strongly, making Dudley oblige.
"What happened? How did it happen? Who did it? How cool is this?" Dudley asked as they pulled out of the driveway.
"Dudley be quiet!" Vernon roared.
Dudley was shocked, not being used to people yell at him. Aunt petunia sat in the back with harry, mopping up as much blood as she could with the towels, while Vernon was pulling up outside the emergency entrance, then getting out and going to the back to get harry.
He ran as fast as possible (not much faster than most people would be going at a fast walk) into the emergency room. A nurse saw what had happened and grabbed a spare hospital bed that was sitting nearby and gestured for Vernon to put harry on there.
A doctor who had been paged came out, only to tell them straight away that he needed surgery ASAP. Vernon and petunia signed consent forms and before he knew a thing, harry was about to be given the joy juice.
Harry had never felt better. He was in a wonderful place and nothing seemed to matter. He couldn't feel anything, and he was outside a big and wonderful castle that covered a large area. He walked up to it and as he got to about 100 yards away, he felt as if he were walking through an invisible barrier, he could even feel the pressure of it.
It was easily the most lifelike dream he had ever had. When he got within a few metres of the castle, he noticed that there were people walking around inside. They were in long cloaks with different coloured crests on them. They carried long sticks of wood that harry thought was for decoration until he noticed some light come out of one. They're wands… harry thought. And the people in there are witches and wizards…
He got to the huge oak main doors of the castle on cautiously walked in.
'Excuse me, could you tell me where –' he half asked a person who walked by.
He tried 3 more times and failed to gain the attention of the people 3 more times. It seemed that nobody could see him. So he decided to wander the castle a bit. He made a few discoveries. He found that the people walking by were majority students, a few of the professors. He walked by classes where people were casting spells on each other, trying to change something's appearance and even predicting the future. So, he thought, I'm in a magical school. Pretty cool. He was cut short in his thought by a loud bell that sounded 3 times. All of the students quickly made their way out of their classes and down to a large, open room that had 4 long tables side by side and one shorter one at the front. All of the students sat down at one of the four tables. Harry noticed that all of the people with one coloured crest sat at one table and so on, so he figured that these must be their houses.
An old man stood up from his chair in the middle of the table at the front said that lunch was served, and clapped his hands twice. All of a sudden, huge amounts of food appeared on each table. It was just like magic. However, none of the students or teachers appeared surprised, as if it were a thing that happened every day.
He saw children tearing through chicken wings, gulping down what appeared to be pumpkin juice, biting through chocolates and finishing off work. He looked back up to the table whose occupants he had guessed were teachers, and looked at the man in the middle, whose long grey hair came down to his waist. He had a feeling that he knew him, that he had seen him before. But even with this in mind, he was surprised, scared even, when that same man winked at him. Or t least he thought it was him he was winking to. Then the man gestured for harry to come up to him. Harry looked around to make sure that nobody else was making there way up, and then approached the man.
"Harry, I was expecting to see you soon," the man said. "My name is Professor Dumbledore. Harry, I cannot stress to you enough the importance that you don't tell anybody about this. Should you tell somebody, you would never be able to come back again, but I'm guessing you want to?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Ok then. I think you should be waking up again soon, and hopefully I'll be seeing you again soon."
"Good-bye, Professor," harry said as he was dragged out of his dream and back into reality.
Harry's heavy eyelids slowly fluttered open, light flooding into his eyes. The first thing that he noticed was a doctor checking his charts.
"Ahh, welcome back, harry," the young female doctor said when she noticed harry had woken up.
"Hi. What happened?"
"You'll know everything once your parents get here."
"My parents are dead. Those people, if you'd call them that, are my uncle, aunt and cousin."
"Oh, I'm sorry. You don't seem to like them much."
"Well for starters they hated my parents and now because of that they make my life a living hell, which is why I'm here now."
"They did this to you?" the doctor asked in shock.
"No, they didn't do it but it is definitely their fault."
At that moment, Vernon, petunia and Dudley walked into the room, following the same doctor that had met them in the ER.
"Now, I'm glad to say that everything went smoothly in the OR," Doctor Jacobson said. "You did a lot of nerve damage and your Achilles Tendon, which is hard to repair, so you wont be able to walk for a few days. However, the damage you did was not easy to do, so I must ask, how did you do it?"
"Well, you see, the boy was clipping the hedges with secateurs," Vernon began, "When he dropped them on his leg."
"You are a horrible liar. They had forced me to trim the hedge, yes, but with an electric hedge trimmer, and I dropped that which landed on my foot. Not to mention all the other times they've hurt me or made me get hurt," harry said.
Vernon and petunia went red.
"Is this all true?" Doctor Jacobson asked and harry nodded in response, "Well I'll have to get child services down and call the police, because you are completely neglecting this boy to a level that it threatens his own life."
"Oh, oh I'm sure such dr- drastic a- action wont be- be necessary," Vernon stuttered.
"Actually, it will be," Jacobson replied.
A/N: so, tell me what you think! I found this chapter fun and hard to write, because I have always wanted to get revenge at the Dursleys.
Like I said before, any ideas are appreciated. The more ideas I get, the quicker I will update, because it will be far easier to write.
I'm hoping to be able to update 2-3 times a week, depending on what I have going on in my crazy life.
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- Joe.