Explosive Experiments

Chapter 1

In a small cupboard under the stairs, a young boy was concentrating. The boy, one Harry James Potter, was seven years old, and the cupboard was his room. This was because he lived with his uncle, aunt and cousin, Vernon, Petunia and Dudley Dursley, and they didn't want to "waste a perfectly good room on a freak like him."

Why was it that they called him a freak? It was because unusual things sometimes happened when Harry was nearby. One time, he somehow turned a teacher's hair blue when said teacher was being unfair to him. Another time, he managed to set the rug on fire when Dudley shoved him away. And only a few days ago, he actually teleported from an alley next to the school to the roof of said school.

These were only a few instances of "freaky things" happening. And every time a "freaky thing" happened, Harry got punished. Sometimes his relatives deprived him of food, most of the time they locked him in his cupboard for a few days, and there had been a few times where Uncle Vernon lashed him with his belt.

However, Harry didn't think the "freaky things" were a bad thing at all. Rather, he always tried to have them happen whenever he was alone. Sometimes he even tried something new. Most of the time, he got nowhere, but he was able to summon a small ball of light or fire, or to draw something roughly two feet away from him to himself.

Which was the reason Harry was currently concentrating: there was a ball of light the size of his hand hovering in front of him, and he wanted to see how long he could keep it going.

"Up, get up!"

Harry lost his concentration as Aunt Petunia rapped on his door. The light faded, and Harry opened the door.

"Go to the kitchen and make breakfast." Aunt Petunia snapped. "And don't waste time!"

Harry nodded and went to make breakfast. As he was preparing the food, he thought of how he could do the teleporting trick from a few days ago again. As the bacon was sizzling, he checked the time and winced. He was taking too long. Maybe if he could get breakfast on the table, Uncle Vernon wouldn't get mad.

So he decided to try something. After making sure he was the only one in the kitchen, he focused on the furnace's flames. He felt for that weird feeling he always got when he made something freaky happen, and mentally commanded the flames to intensify.

The flames intensified alright. The pan was surrounded by flames, and the bacon started burning way faster than Harry anticipated. He frantically commanded the flames to die down while turning the furnace off. The fire disappeared, but the bacon was burned. But that wasn't the worst part...

"WHAT THE RUDDY HELL IS GOING ON HERE, FREAK?!"

Harry yelped and jumped a foot in the air. Uncle Vernon stood in the doorway, and he had seen everything.

"TRYING TO SET THE HOUSE ON FIRE?!" he shouted "YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE MANIAC! AND AFTER WE WERE SO KIND TO TAKE YOU IN!"

"I wasn't trying to set the house on fire!" Harry pleaded "I was just trying to get the bacon to cook faster so you could have breakfast earlier!"

Vernon, in all his purple-faced glory, stomped over to the furnace, saw the burned bacon, and rounded on Harry again.

"Follow me" he growled "NOW!"

Harry hung his head as he followed his uncle into the dining room. Vernon looked at Petunia and Dudley and said: "The freak burned the bacon. And guess what? He was using his freakishness again! In our kitchen!"

Dudley and Petunia widened their eyes, and Dudley started a horribly fake wail. Petunia, on the other hand screamed at Harry.

"You little ingrate! Using your freak powers in my kitchen! Back to your cupboard!"

"No, Petunia." Vernon rumbled, and Harry noticed a gleam in his uncle's eyes that he didn't like "let's hear if the freak has anything to say in his defense first. Well, boy?!"

"I really just wanted to help!" Harry said. He knew he wasn't getting out of punishment, but he did want to see whether his family cared for him at all. "I was trying to make sure breakfast was ready earlier than usual, so that maybe..."

"So that what?" Petunia interrupted "So that you could get out of punishment? That we might start to like you? That we would treat you the same as Dudders? That we would forget that you're a FREAK?!"

Harry winced at that and stayed silent. Seeing that as an affirmative response, Petunia gave Harry a revolting look. She prepared to say something, but Vernon beat her to it.

"LIKE YOU?!" he shouted incredulously "Treat YOU the same as our son?! You're a freak! Freaks like you don't deserve to be liked or loved! Freaks like you aren't family to upstanding citizens like us! Freaks like you deserve NOTHING! You should be grateful that we let you stay here at all, you disgusting piece of trash!"

Harry's mouth dropped open in shock. Was that...really what they thought of him? He knew his relatives didn't like him but...Uncle Vernon outright hated him! He looked at Petunia and Dudley. Dudley was laughing raucously at Harry, and Petunia nodded vigorously at everything Vernon said, still with that revolting look on her face.

"You're as bad as those drunken layabouts that gave birth to you" she spat "And when they went and got themselves killed, who got saddled with you? Us! Not even their freakish friends wanted you, they just dumped you on our doorstep like trash!" She smirked malevolently when she saw Harry's disbelieving expression.

Vernon, meanwhile, grabbed his belt.

"Come here you." He growled while tearing Harry's over-sized shirt off "Here's what a freak like you really deserves."

Harry was still numb, so he barely registered the first lash. However, the second lash hit him hard and he yelped. He yelped as Vernon continued to hit him, and he heard Dudley laughing and cheering, and he saw Petunia still with the same look...

...and he felt the last hope that his family could possibly grow to like him die.

Something inside him snapped. He always did what they asked of him, from cooking almost all of their meals, to working the garden perfectly, to cleaning every surface of the house. He put up with the lack of food, the lashings, the games of Harry Hunting, the dark cupboard. All in the hope that they would eventually start treating him as family.

But no more.

From now on, he'd use his freakishness...no, his powers the way he wanted! He would not put up with the Dursley's abuse anymore!

As Vernon brought down the belt again, Harry felt for that feeling, or his power core as he decided to start calling it, and pulled.

Something erupted from the young boy, and Vernon was blown backwards by an invisible force. Petunia and Dudley felt some of the force as well, and their mouths dropped open from shock. Vernon pulled himself of the floor and started towards Harry "Why you little..."

"SHUT IT!" Harry bellowed, and he thrust his hand out. Vernon was blown backwards again. Harry looked from his uncle to his hand in awe. He liked this. He liked this a lot. A wide grin found itself on his face.

Dudley got up from his chair. He didn't understand what the freak just did, but he didn't like it. As he made his way over he raised his fist and prepared to hit Harry, but Harry decided to try something else. He formed a small ball of fire in his hand, and threw it towards Dudley. It hit the overweight boy right in the chest, and Dudley screamed and dropped to the floor. Petunia screamed too, and frantically tried to put the fire out.

Harry's grin grew wider, and it threatened to split his face when he saw his uncle scrambling up. 'I pulled off a shockwave, I set Dudders on fire...what if I combine them?' he thought. He focused with all his might on a space between him and Vernon. Just as Vernon was on his feet again, the air in front of him exploded in a small fireball and he fell down for the third time, except this time he was on fire. Vernon quickly rolled on the ground and managed to put the small fire out, while at the same time Petunia managed to extinguish Dudley's fire.

Harry threw his head back and laughed. It was an insane cackle, full of demented glee. The fire! The panic! The dumb shock on his relatives' faces! It was all so GREAT! And he managed to make an explosion! A small one, but still. He'd always loved the explosions he saw on TV whenever he could get away with watching. Now he could make them himself!

The Dursleys watched their freakish relative with fear. Dudley tried to go up to Harry to punch him, but Petunia stopped him. Vernon's survival instinct kicked in. He hated to admit it to himself, but the boy could obviously control his freakishness. And now the runt had to go bloody insane! He looked at his wife and son, and back at the still laughing Harry. One thing was clear: they could no longer use the freak like they wanted to.

After five minutes Harry finally stopped laughing. Curiously, he opened his hand. A ball of light appeared in it. Grinning, he opened his other hand. A ball of fire appeared. Harry chuckled. So many ways to use his power! And if the Dursleys had a problem with it...well, he could give them another taste of his fire!

"Guess what, Dursleys?" Harry asked with a wide grin "I've got power, and I'm gonna use it how I want! So many experiments to run!"

The Dursleys' eyes widened, and Harry cackled again. He was looking forward to some fun years with his dear relatives. Not to mention trying to find just what his power could do!

Author's Note: Hello there. This was just a little story that wouldn't leave my mind. It's also my first fic. I was thinking of leaving this as a one-shot, but maybe I'll add to this somewhere down the line.

Hope you enjoyed reading this, and if you didn't sorry for wasting your time. Peace out.