Prologue: In Which Vernon is a bit more Vernon
Vernon Dursley, resident of Number 4 Privet Drive, was perfectly normal, thank you very much. As he came home one evening he immediately realized something was off, something felt different. That's when he noticed the owls, they seemed to all be watching him as he trotted towards his home. "Shoo you ruddy birds!" He bellowed, waving his massive arm furiously.
A bit later as he entered his home, he was almost immediately assualted by his horse-like wife, Petunia, who shrieked, "Vernon, Dudders learned a new learn word today! It was no, isn't that wonderful?"
Vernon grunted assent and pushed past her to catch the evening news. Several hours later as he was about to head up to bed, he heard a faint crying coming from outside the door. As he threw open the door to yell for whoever it was to be quiet, he almost immediately noticed that the source of the noise was a baby wrapped in a blanket, with a letter, but more importantly, it was on HIS BLOODLY PERFECT DOORSTEP.
10 Years Later
"Boy, this is the last straw, I've given you countless chances to be normal and obey our rules, but you seem to WANT to be a freak, you want to make our lives miserable, but listen here boy, it all ends now!"
"Uncle Vernon, I swear, I didn't make that glass dissapear, It just happened, I swear, I sw-AHHH!", Harry screamed as as Vernons fist came down once more.
"I won't allow you to pollute this house with your freakishness or your lies ever again boy!" Vernon roared as he pulled back his fist for another blow.
It wasn't long before Harry was unconcious and unmoving on the ground. As Vernon Dursley hit his nephew one final time he thought he felt something break as his fist hit Harry's skull.
Meanwhile, far away in a certain headmaster's office, a large amount of strange glowing silver intruments went dull and silent.
