While the threat of his auror friends may have brought him a large amount of joy, Harry soon realized that what he liked and what his uncle liked were two very different things.
"Boy!" was heard throughout the house as his uncle screamed at him. "Come here now!"
Harry sighed and prepared himself for the beating that was about to be visited on his overly thin white ass. Having successfully covered up the loss of his godfather, Harry vaulted down the steps. The only thing he didn't expect was his uncles fist colliding with his face before he even hit the floor. While the pain wasn't very bad for him ,all things considered, it was more the fall and landing on the stairs that got him seeing stars and knocking the breath out of him at the exact same instant. Harry felt more than saw that his uncle was bending down to pick him up. Like many victims of abuse, Harry immediately attempted to protect himself. However, being partly knocked out has its unfortunate side-affects. Some of these would be that there is a chance for disorientation, such as what Harry was experiencing at that time. Because of this Harry's attempt to knee his uncle in the groin failed horribly and ending up angering him more.
"You think that it's funny when your uncle gets threatened do you boy? Well guess what, they are never going to hear about any mistreatments that you feel you may go through this summer. You will send them a letter just like they asked but under our very careful supervision. And to make sure you don't send any other letters, that ruddy bird will be locked up at almost all times sending only the letters that we have read through and permit. Do you hear that boy?"
Throughout this speech Vernon was getting nearer and nearer and nearer to Harry and by the end, he was so close that Harry could feel his uncle exhaling. His breath was hot and he could smell his lunch, pizza by the way which upset Harry not at all that his relatives were leaving him out of the fun, he expected it after all.
Suddenly, Harry could no longer feel the breathing of his uncle. That's to be expected when you get thrown across the room and smashed with a sickening crunch into the wall. Harry was having trouble thinking at this point in time and had curled reflexively into the fetal position on the floor.
Feeling his world go dark, Harry was visited with a very unpleasant thought. Just let me die and then I won't be able to feel any pain at all. Almost as fast as this thought crossed his mind a picture of one his friends rose to his mind, and then another, and another, until he realized that he could not, no, would not die at the hands of his uncle like this, as a victim of abuse with no real family and little to no hope of a girlfriend, after all, the…incident with Cho was enough to prove that wasn't it?
"Serves you right to break a few bones while living under our house and treating us with such disrespect as to have your freaky friends threaten us?" his uncle broke in. "Do you understand what I'm telling you you freaky son-of-a-bit-"
Harry burst into action, quickly hitting his uncle in the face, knocking him back, and drawing his wand with a spell on his lips within the blink of an eye.
"You will not defile the names of my parents ever again, do you understand me you fat piece of shit?" Harry nearly exploded with the magic raging against his self-control. His emotions told him to curse this fat bastard into a million pieces and then starting on the rest of the family, after all, they had caused him as much pain as their patriarch, emotionally if not physically.
His uncle stared at him for a good minute in shock at what Harry had just done. But, the color finally returned to his uncles chubby jowls as he stood up. "Boy, I don't believe that you give any orders around this house got it? Secondly I will call your parents any name that I wish to call them and theirs nothing that you can do about it.
Suddenly, Harry's emotions began to focus on what had happened to him in the last two years. Their was the Tri-wizard tournament that ended with Cedrics death, then their was the entire fiasco of his last year at school where he prosecuted for telling the truth ending in a climax with his godfathers death at the Ministry less than a month ago. Then Dumbledore came to mind. This man brought to the forefront anger that was not his own. To have waited so long to tell Harry the truth meant that Harry had lost all respect for the aged wizard. And finally came to mind one word that flipped Harry's world upside down. Truth. While this word meant very little by itself, it was more the fact that there was almost none of it in his life. With this thought in mind, Harry's path became clear to him. He must seek out the truths that had been hidden from him and from others. He must do this or perish at the hands of Lord Voldemort. This path began with Harry becoming his own person without the manipulations of anyone interfering, mainly Dumbledore.
"Uncle, what you believe and what is the truth are two very different things and therefore, you must be punished for speaking these lies about my parents who I know to were very great people, more than you could ever hope to be." And then when Harry's anger subsided, a new one took it's place, this coming from the sword that rested comfortably in his left hand. For a while, everyone just stared at the magnificent sword that Harry was holding that wasn't there moments ago. Then they all jolted from their stupor with a knock on the door. Harry, now the only one standing, decided to go answer the door and see who it was. On the way, he thought it might not be a good idea to open the door holding a sword so he quickly hid it behind his back. Opening the door, Harry laid eyes onto one of the few people that he wasn't expecting to see at that point in time.