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Chapter Three

AU World

A flash of golden light faded and two boys stumbled onto cool grass. Harry reflexively reached towards his face, intending on checking his glasses. His fingers grasped the empty air in front of his eyes. He realised that his glasses were safely tucked inside his pocket. This was going to take some getting used to. He slowly rose to stand on his feet and looked at his surroundings. They were standing on a perfectly kept lawn, in front of an impressive Manor. The building was a creamy white colour and it radiated magic. Harry was staring at the acres of land that surrounded the Manor and couldn't help but gasp at the sight. He heard a chuckle behind him and turned on the spot to see Damien brushing his clothes and smiling at him.

"It is a sight." He said, in response to Harry's unspoken praise.

Harry nodded his head.

"Have you always lived here?" he asked, thinking that maybe in this dimension, the Potters had never lived in Godric's Hollow.

"No, we moved here a year ago." Damien answered, looking around to make sure they were alone and no one had seen them before tucking the gold compass into his pocket. "Come on, we better get inside."

Damien guided Harry to the main door of the Manor and ushered him inside. He had to get this Harry upstairs were he could prep him on how to act around his parents. He couldn't have him acting too emotional, that would be too suspicious. The situation that his brother had created meant nothing but trouble; Damien knew this but like always, he found himself going along with it. He only hoped that his parents understood the motive this time.

Damien and Harry crept quietly into the hallway. Harry took in his surroundings with fierce curiosity; he had never seen any place quite as impressive as this, with the exception of Hogwarts of course. But as much as he loved his magical school, he could feel himself falling in love with Potter Manor. It wasn't so much that the Manor was exquisitely luxurious or anything like that. It was more that it belonged to the Potters.

"Come on, this way!" Damien pulled Harry towards the large staircase and pointed to the first floor.

Harry followed him and was just on the first step when a voice made him stop.

"There you are! I have been looking all over for you two."

Harry felt his body stiffen in anticipation. He recognised the voice, even though he never knew he remembered it. Two years ago when the Dementors had attacked him for the first time on Hogwarts Express he had heard a single word, his name, being screamed in fear. That was the only reference he had to what his mother's voice had sounded like.

Slowly he turned around, his hand still gripping the handrail. He faced an approaching woman, his mother, Lily Potter. She was walking towards them, her red hair bouncing with each step, a dishtowel in her had which she was using to wipe her wet hands dry. Her brilliantly vibrant emerald eyes were fixed on him, on Harry. The fifteen year old felt all his breath leave him as he looked into a pair of identical eyes. He really did have his mother's eyes.

Lily came to stand in front of her two sons, who she had been looking for all over the house.

"Where have you two been? I looked everywhere." She complained, but there was a smile on her face.

Damien was simply panicking. He hadn't thought that his mum would apprehend them this soon. He needed to explain to Harry about how to act with both James and Lily. If he got too emotional now, their cover would be blown.

'Please, please, don't hug her, whatever you do, please don't hug her!' Damien silently pleaded as he came down the few steps he had rushed past.

"We…we were in the training grounds." Damien said, coming to stand beside the silent Harry.

Lily looked annoyed with Damien as she turned to face him.

"I told you to go upstairs and pack for Hogwarts. I'm warning you now Damy, if you leave anything behind, I'm not coming back to get it and Harry won't be running to Hogwarts with your things, will you, Harry?" she asked, turning to face him.

Harry didn't answer. He was too busy taking in everything about his mum. Her voice, her appearance and the way she was standing, her hands twisting the dishtowel as she told off Damien. He silently marvelled at how motherly she was even when she was telling off someone.

"Harry, what in the name of Merlin are you wearing?" Lily asked as she noticed the strange attire her son wore.

Harry snapped out of his daze and focused directly on the pair of green eyes, fixed questioningly on him. He realised that she had asked him something and was waiting for an answer. Next to him, Damien was starting to break out into a sweat.

"Harry, why are you wearing those clothes?" she repeated, taking in the haggard and baggy jumper and patched jeans.

Harry couldn't find his voice; he looked away not knowing what he should say.

"I did that!" Damien interrupted. "Yeah, I…I was just fooling around and changed his clothes to rags. I thought it was funny." He supplied, looking ashamed.

Lily tutted at him and looked back at the clothes. What was funny about changing clothes to rags? She could never understand male humour.

Lily was confused by Harry's strange behaviour. He was looking at her as if he was seeing her for the first time. The way he was acting was making her think he was upset about something, or maybe he was unwell.

"Harry, are you okay? You don't look too good." She said, reaching out to feel his forehead and check his temperature.

As her fingers brushed back his bangs and touched his forehead, Harry felt his breath clam up inside him. His heart felt like it was being squeezed by an unseen force and the corners of his eyes prickled with tears. He moved a step back and shook his head again, not knowing what to say or even how to say it; his throat felt too tight to allow any words.

Lily was looking completely lost by his behaviour. Harry used to move away from her before but lately he was starting to warm up to her. Seeing him move away from her like this made her feel like they were back to square one.

"Are you unwell? What's the matter?" Lily asked, perplexed with his behaviour.

Harry managed to mutter a quiet "fine, just tired…"

Damien jumped in.

"Yeah, yeah, we're really tired! We had a very long workout, we'll just go and rest. Come on, Harry." Damien pulled on Harry's arm, urging him up the stairs.

"You can rest after you've packed! I don't want to have to say it to you again." Lily said sternly.

Damien quickly agreed, pulling Harry up with him. Harry walked up the stairs, looking back at his mum every so often. Lily was more than confused. What had gotten into Harry? She shook her head and returned to the kitchen, thinking about his behaviour while finishing preparing dinner.

xxx

Damien threw open the door to Harry's bedroom and ushered the other boy into the room before closing it himself. He cast a silencing spell on the door, to avoid anyone eavesdropping.

He turned to see Harry walk towards the bed in a daze. He fell onto it and was staring at the ground, his mind caught up in the recount of the first time he saw his mother.

"Are you okay?" Damien asked, his heart swelling with pity for him.

Harry shook his head, his eyes unfocused and glazed.

"It's just…I never thought…this is very bizarre." he muttered.

Damien knew that no matter how hard he tried, he could never understand what Harry was going through. He came towards him and pulled the chair away from the desk, so he could sit beside this 'new' Harry.

"It is very bizarre." Damien agreed.

Harry looked up and his eyes met Damien's. He shook his head again.

"I never thought…This is something I always dreamed of, to meet my parents again. I mean I know that she's not really my mum. I know that my real mum died and that this Lily belongs to this world, not mine." Harry was rambling. "I know that but…she's still Lily Potter, so in a weird way, she is my mum. And I got a chance to meet her, see her. It's just really weird to think that a few weeks ago, I saw her echo and thought I would never see her again or hear her voice and now, here I am, with her, where I can see her and speak to her and everything."

Damien listened without saying anything. It was hard for him to hear about the death of his mum and dad, even if it was in another world. He understood the attachment this Harry would have to this James and Lily. They were the same people, just in different worlds.

"If you feel like this with mum, wait until you meet dad." Damien said with a smile.

Harry's face brightened at the thought.

"Is he still at work, at the Ministry?" Harry asked.

"No, he used to be an Auror but he gave that up. He's the new defence Against the Dark Art Professor." Damien told him.

Harry wanted to ask why his dad was no longer an Auror. It seemed strange that his dad would give up a job like that. An Auror was what he wanted to be when he graduated from Hogwarts.

"Why did he leave his Auror job?" he asked.

Damien shifted in his chair and didn't look at him as he answered.

"He kind of fell out with the Minister, it's quite complicated." He trailed off.

"The Minister? But why would he…" Harry started but was cut off by Damien.

"It doesn't really matter." Damien said hurriedly. "I have to explain a few things to you, so you can pretend to be Harry. I mean, the Harry that should be here." he added afterwards.

"Okay." Harry responded glad to get some more information on his alternate self.

Damien took a deep breath, what should he tell him. His brother had said not to tell him the truth about how he was abducted by Peter and given to Voldemort to bring up. It wouldn't do this Harry any good to know that. His stay was only for two days so there really wasn't any need to tell him the truth. But how was he going to explain Harry's distant behaviour with his parents then?

"You should know something about Harry." Damien started, thinking about the best plausible explanation. "Harry didn't grow up with us." at the other Harry's questioning look he continued. "Harry was sent to a training facility, to learn skills that would help him and make him stronger. As a result, he was away from home and from us for a long time. He only started living with us properly a few years back." In a way, that was true.

"Oh" Harry responded. "That makes sense." He glanced down at himself. "This is why he looks like he does." Harry commented.

"Yeah, he trained a lot." Damien laughed, nervously for some reason. "Anyway, since he stayed away from mum and dad, he is a little distant with them. He didn't grow up with them and so sometimes he finds it a little difficult to deal with all their attention." Damien tried to keep as close to the truth as possible.

Harry was taking all of this in with full attention.

"Did you go on this training as well? Is it a common thing?" Harry asked.

Damien shook his head.

"No, Harry was…um, different. He was sent because he was more at risk from, from Voldemort, being the chosen one and everything."

The name brought a shade of anger in Harry. He recovered and swallowed back the feeling of hate swelling inside him. It was only then that he noticed the words Damien had added on at the end.

"Chosen one?" he asked.

"Yeah, you know, the prophesised one?" Damien supplied.

At Harry's blank look, Damien thought that maybe things were possibly different in his world.

"It might be only in this dimension." Damien said. A question came to him and he decided to ask it, to understand the differences in the two worlds better. "You said that your parents had taken you into hiding. Why did they do that? In this world, mum and dad took Harry to Gordic's Hollow to keep him safe because of the prophecy? If your world doesn't have that prophecy, then why did you all go into hiding?"

Harry looked lost. He had never wondered about that. He assumed that his parents were hiding from Voldemort because of his rising power. He had never thought it may be more than that.

"I…I don't really know. No one has ever told me what happened." Harry responded.

Damien nodded his head in understanding but felt a stab of annoyance at the other Harry. Why would he settle for that? Shouldn't he try to find out why his parents were killed?

"What is this prophecy about?" Harry asked, intrigued by the mention of it.

Damien knew that it wasn't a good idea to tell him about it. It would lead to difficult questions about Voldemort and his death.

"It's not really that important." Damien said.

"But still, if it's about Harry then I…" Harry was cut off by a sound downstairs. Both his and Damien's name was being yelled by someone. Someone who sounded very much like Sirius Black.

"Okay, we'll talk later. Just try to act distant with everyone but me." Damien said, standing up and walking towards Harry's wardrobe. He pulled out some clothes for Harry to change into.

"But, what is the point of coming here if I can't speak to my parents?" Harry asked, a little annoyed.

"I'm not saying not to talk to them! Harry does talk to mum and dad. It's not like he hates them or anything." Damien said and then added 'not anymore' to himself.

"But you just said…" Harry started.

"I meant don't hug them or anything!" Damien said hurriedly.

Before Harry could say anymore, another shout made him stop.

"Here, get changed." Damien said, handing him Harry's clothes.

xxx

Harry followed Damien, as he wasn't familiar to the layout of the Manor. He followed the younger boy down the hallway and into a living room. At once, Harry noticed that although everything was clean, it was in no way similar to Privet Drive. At Aunt Petunia's place, everything was cleaned thoroughly and every item had to be in its place. The whole of Privet Drive had a sense of unnaturalness to it. But this place, his mother's house, had a very comfortable aura. Things were scattered around that gave the room a much lived in look; a few spare coins littered the fireplace mantel, a cloak was draped over the end of a sofa chair, there was a few books lying on the coffee table. It wasn't off-putting in the least. It made Harry want to snuggle on the comfortable looking sofa with one of the books.

Harry was so busy taking in his surroundings that at first he never noticed the adults in the room. He looked up as he noticed a dark haired man stand up and walk in his direction.

Harry stood at the spot in shock. He was expecting to see his dad, that was who he had prepared himself to face but the dark haired man standing before him wasn't James potter. It was Sirius Black.

Harry had once thought, when he first saw the escapee Sirius' picture in the Daily Prophet, that Sirius must have been a very good looking man and that Azkaban was responsible for taking away most of his beauty. Now that he was standing before this Sirius, he saw that he was right. The dark haired, incredibly handsome man was smiling at Harry, the sight made Harry realise that his Sirius never really smiled anymore. It was empty, compared to the smile before him. The twinkle in his eye and health that glowed from him caused a painful pang in Harry's heart. This is what his Sirius should have looked like. He should never have gone to Azkaban.

"Hey, Harry? Are you okay?" Sirius asked, noticing the look on his face.

Harry forced himself to respond.

"Yeah, I…I was just thinking about something." Harry pushed his feet to move past Sirius and to stop staring at him.

Sirius looked a little confused but brushed it away.

Harry saw that Remus was also in the room, sitting next to a purple haired woman he had never seen before. Harry looked closely at this dimension's Remus. He still looked ill and his face was covered in scratches. So he was still a werewolf in this dimension. That was interesting. He did notice that his clothes weren't shabby or patched though. He was dressed in casual robes of bottle green and looked quite happy, sitting next to the purple haired woman, who was smiling and talking to Remus quietly. They looked like they were a couple, sitting close to one another and smiling and whispering to each other. Harry thought the woman looked a bit young for Remus but whatever made him happy.

Remus looked up as Harry walked over to him.

"Hey, Harry. How are you?"

Harry saw the familiar look of concern in his eyes and the warmth in his words. It was reassuring to see that Remus was the same as his other self.

"I'm fine, how are you, Professor?"

That was Harry's first mistake.

The word 'Professor' slipped out without him meaning it. Harry stilled, mentally berating himself for being so careless. He hoped that Remus had taught at Hogwarts in this dimension as well, so he could cover his mistake. However, from the looks of shock and confusion on everyone's faces, Harry realised with a sense of dread that Remus had never taught.

"Professor?" Remus questioned, looking somewhere between amused and confused.

Harry looked to Damien for help, and saw the fourteen year old looking possibly more nervous than he was feeling. Sirius was staring at Harry, waiting for the punch line.

Finally Damien let out a laugh and walked over to Harry.

"Good one, Harry!" he said, giving Harry a light punch on the arm before throwing him a discreet look that read as 'Shut up and play along!'

Remus was looking confused but stayed seated and waited for an explanation.

"Me and Harry were just talking about how all the really good Aurors should quit and become Professors. You know, like dad did." Damien explained.

A look of understanding filled the other three Aurors' faces and they looked at Harry with amusement. Harry just smiled as pleasantly as he could.

"Oh, right. So what did you two have me teaching?" Remus asked his Godson with a smile.

"Care of Magical Creatures, what else?" Damien smoothly answered.

Remus laughed and Harry sighed with relief. He had to be more careful, he nearly messed things up.

"What about me?" it was Sirius who asked the question.

"You would definitely be our Quidditch teacher." Damien answered.

"What about me, Harry?"

Harry turned to see that it was the stranger with purple hair that asked the question. She was looking at Harry with a smile and was waiting for his answer.

Harry looked at her with a loss as to what to say. He didn't know who she was so how was he supposed to know what class she would be best suited to teach? She was looking at Harry with a playful smile, while Remus and Sirius sniggered with laughter.

"We haven't decided what you would teach yet." Harry answered, not knowing how else to answer.

Sirius let out a roar of laughter and the purple haired woman huffed playfully, pretending to be insulted.

"My class should be obvious!" she said.

Harry was still looking lost but before he could say anything, Damien jumped to his rescue.

"Oh, come on, Tonks. You know we're only playing with you. Who else could teach Transfiguration but you?"

Tonks smiled at him and turned to wink at Harry, who in return just smiled awkwardly. He would have to remember to ask Damien who this woman was.

"Well, just because your dad is joining the staff of Hogwarts, doesn't mean the rest of us can as well." Remus said.

"Hmm, sounds like someone's jealous, eh Moony?"

The voice came from behind Harry and he turned around to face the newcomer. He was expecting to see his dad soon but the sight still took his breath away. There, standing next to the door, holding a plate of food, stood his dad, James Potter. No matter how many times Harry had peered in his photo album and studied his dad's face, he could never have appreciated just how alike he was to him. Seeing him the flesh, standing a mere foot away, Harry saw the uncanny resemblance between them and it made Goosebumps erupt all over him.

James was smirking at Remus' direction as he walked inside.

"I don't know, Prongs, you know what they say; those who can't, teach!" Sirius said before letting out another bark of laughter.

James picked up a Yorkshire pudding from the plate he was holding and stuffed it into his best friend's open mouth.

"Here, chew on this, mutt!" he said playfully.

Sirius obliged and started munching away.

"People, come and eat. James! Where did the plate of Yorkshire puddings go?" came Lily's voice from the kitchen.

Everyone got up and started to walk into the kitchen. James spotted Harry just standing in the room, a strange sort of smile on his face.

"Coming, son?" he asked, holding to door open for him.

Harry looked at his dad and felt his heart swell with happiness.

"Yeah…dad." The word rolled off Harry's tongue naturally and a tingle went through him. He was talking to his dad!

James smiled as well and led his son through into the kitchen where they all sat together to dinner.

As a blissfully happy Harry sat next to Damien, his mind wandered to Privet Drive. He wondered how the other Harry was getting on.

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Canon World

At Privet Drive, Harry walked down the staircase and turned towards the kitchen. The morning light had lit up the house and Harry could see the place more clearly. He didn't pay it much attention though. He walked towards the door that he knew from last night to be the kitchen door.

He walked past the small door that was the cupboard under the stairs and Harry stopped beside it. He opened the unlocked door and looked inside at the crammed, small, dark place, remembering what the other Harry had told him. He had grown up in there, locked away like unwanted junk. Harry tore his eyes away from the cupboard and fixed it on the door leading to the kitchen.

He pushed open the door and walked inside a spotlessly clean kitchen. He looked around and saw a thin woman taking mugs out of the cupboard for tea. Harry was surprised at her appearance. Being his mother's sister, Harry was expecting someone with some sort of resemblance to Lily. But what he saw before him was a very skinny woman with short blond hair. She had an abnormally long neck and her face reminded Harry of a horse. Harry wondered if maybe he was mistaken and she wasn't aunt Petunia.

The woman didn't see Harry and turned her face to the ceiling before letting out a shrill "Harry!"

'Yep, she's Petunia all right!' Harry thought to himself as he walked further inside.

"There you are! About time…!" Petunia stopped at the sight of Harry. She had heard his footsteps and just started yelling at him before turning to properly face him. Now that she faced him she saw a very different Harry.

At first she was taken aback and had actually thought of yelling for Vernon. There was a stranger in their house! But then she recognised her nephew's features and realised that the much older boy standing in front of her was in fact Harry Potter. He wasn't just older looking, he was missing his glasses and his body had filled out, so he wasn't dreadfully skinny anymore. He was wearing clothes that she knew Dudley had never owned and they seemed to fit him. It was as her eyes travelled up to his face that she noticed the smirk.

"What have you done?!" she hissed at him.

Harry looked down at his body and looked back up at his enraged aunt.

"What this? Oh, it's nothing. I made a 'mind and body' strengthening potion last night. Glad to say it worked out quite well, don't you think?"

Harry openly laughed at the look of shock and disgust on his aunt's face.

"You…you…you did what?!" she screeched.

"I made a pot…"

"Don't say it again!" Petunia panicked before rushing to the window to close it.

She turned to face a much amused looking Harry before spitting out,

"Where did you make this…this, thing!?" she demanded.

Harry opened his arms to gesture around him.

"Here, where else? I brewed it last night, in a cauldron, right there, on your stove." Harry said pointing to the gleaming appliance.

Harry had guessed that the woman was attached to her kitchen, seeing as it looked like it had just been newly built. He knew it was a good thing to use to upset her.

He was right.

Petunia gave a very girly scream before her hands flew to her cheeks. She turned to her precious stove and flew towards it, checking it from all corners, as if she was going to spot some of the 'filthy magic' still there, like burnt on food, tainting it.

Harry couldn't help but laugh at the pathetic woman as she checked her stove before turning to her worktops and examining them with frantic panic.

When she was certain that nothing had been damaged she turned to face Harry. Her face was twisted with anger and her nostrils were flared so much, it looked like flames were about to leap from them.

Harry was not affected one bit. He knew that no matter what uncle Vernon wanted to do and however he wanted to treat Harry, he wouldn't have abused him if his aunt, his mother's own sister, had stopped him. She was more to blame than Vernon, as she was the one who was related to Harry and she failed to protect him.

"How dare you!" Petunia hissed at him. "How could you use my kitchen, my home, to use your…your…freaky, unnatural…"

"Simple, really." Harry cut across her. "I used a cauldron except for a pan and made a potion, similar to the way you would make soup. Only difference is that I used ingredients like eye of newt and tongue of…"

"Stop! Stop! I don't want to hear it!" Petunia yelled, looking like she would be sick any moment.

"Petunia, dear. What's the matter?" a voice said from behind them.

Harry turned around at the familiar voice. He knew the voice belonged to Uncle Vernon. He had heard his voice last night but hadn't seen him. The sight took his breath away. The man was just as tall as he was wide. His face was awfully red, and his large moustache looked strange sitting under his nose. He had almost no neck, when his wife looked like she had taken his due too. His small beady eyes were fixed on Harry and he too had a look of shock written over his face before he recognised him.

"You…you boy! What is the meaning of this?!" he demanded, forgetting his wife for a moment.

Harry didn't reply, he didn't have too. Petunia dived into the explanation, sobbing about how her kitchen was tainted with freaky rituals.

"He…he used horrid things, in my kitchen, in our house! Eyes of…of…oh, I can't repeat it!" Petunia said, throwing her bony hands across her chest.

"I can. Shall I?" Harry asked in mocked politeness.

"You will not say a word!" threatened Vernon as his face continued to grow red. He was trembling with anger.

"Okay, I won't say a word. How about a sentence?" Harry asked, thoroughly enjoying the look of rage spread across the obese man's face.

"I have tried, again and again but you just won't listen! You don't have any respect for my home or my rules. You just…" Vernon trailed off, his small eyes darting across the kitchen. He suddenly turned to Harry, a purple vein pulsed horribly in his forehead. "Last night, when I saw you in the hallway, you said you were up to get a glass of water. You lied didn't you? You were up doing your hocus pocus, weren't you?" he demanded.

Harry smirked in response.

Vernon straightened up to his full height, which now made less of an effect as Harry was taller.

"That is it, boy! You have had your warnings! You are to be locked in your room! You are not to leave it at all! That is your punishment." His tone of authority did nothing to Harry.

Harry pretended to think over the punishment by dropping head and looking lost in thoughts. He looked back up and said a single word.

"No"

Uncle Vernon looked at the boy before him with a shocked look. Petunia looked like she was about to faint.

"What?"

"I said, no. I don't agree with your punishment." Harry stated coolly.

"It's not up for discussion!" Vernon spluttered, enraged at the audacity his nephew had to argue with him.

"Well, it is now. I didn't do anything wrong, so I'm not taking any punishment." Harry responded.

Vernon had enough.

"That is it! Cupboard! Now!" he yelled his temper out of control.

He made to grab Harry to drag him to the cupboard. In Vernon's muggle mind he thought the change in Harry's appearance was only a physical illustration. He didn't think the boy had developed true strength in one night. Therefore, he was very surprised when he felt his hand caught in midair in a tight grip and suddenly it was pinned painfully behind him. His weight was used against him as he was pushed up against the wall, his face smashed into the wall. He was vaguely aware of Petunia's horrified scream behind him.

"I think it may be in your best interest to never try that again!" Harry hissed dangerously in his ear.

That was when Vernon knew.

This wasn't Harry. He couldn't be Harry. His nephew Harry could never pull such a stunt. He was stubborn and cheeky and talked back all the time but he would never threaten him, never.

"Who…who are you?" he asked, feeling true fear.

Harry released him and turned him around. It was a testament to Harry's strength that he was able to control a man the size and weight of Vernon Dursley. Vernon looked up into the smirking face.

"Don't worry, Uncle. It's still me, Harry Potter. But I've decided to stop taking the usual crap dished out to me." Harry's green eyes darkened just a shade but Vernon caught it. He gulped in fear and tried to move away from him but he was pressed up against the wall. He had nowhere to go.

The next thing Vernon knew, he was being grabbed by his collar and was dragged out of the kitchen. He stood facing the cupboard under the stairs. Vernon didn't understand what was happening. He could hear Petunia whimpering behind him but couldn't turn around to face her due to the strong grip Harry had on him.

Harry opened the door to the small cramped cupboard.

"In" he commanded.

Vernon turned to look at Harry, disbelief written across his face.

"What?"

"Get in." Harry explained, gesturing to the cupboard.

Vernon couldn't believe what he was hearing. He wasn't going to be treated this way in his own home! It was outrageous!

"Harry, you can't do this! It's inhuman!" Petunia cried, she knew for someone Vernon's size, the cupboard was going to be extremely uncomfortable. She wasn't even sure if he would fit.

Harry turned to look at her. His expression was still calm but a strange fire erupted in his green orbs.

"Funny, you didn't think it was inhuman when I was forced to live in here for ten years."

Petunia was lost for words. She stared at Harry with wide fearful eyes. Harry looked away from her and turned his attention back to his uncle.

"Come on, uncle. You were quick to lock me in here, go in yourself and see what it's like. Maybe then you will think twice about locking anyone in here."

Vernon was not going to go in there. Just looking at the dark small space was making him feel claustrophobic.

"Dad? What…what's going on?"

All three turned to the stairs to see Dudley standing there. Harry took in the form of his cousin. He was big, like his father but he wasn't that bad, yet. His eyes were fixed on Harry and his dad and he was visibly scared. He didn't recognise Harry, not straight away.

"Who are you? What are you doing to my dad?" Dudley started towards his cousin but was suddenly pushed back by an invisible force. His eyes widened in fright as he saw the wooden stick in the stranger's hand.

Petunia and Vernon both screamed as they saw Harry point his wand at their son.

"You can't…you can't use that! You'll be expelled!" Vernon cried as he tried to get out of Harry's tight grip.

"Not this time. I made some changes, I can do all the magic I want and the Ministry won't know a thing!" Harry could visibly see the effect his words had on the three muggles. They all shrunk with fear and Dudley moaned pathetically. Harry turned his wand on him and Dudley hit the wall and was pushed up against it. He heard both his uncle and aunt cry out.

"You, stay! Good boy." Harry ridiculed Dudley before turning back to his uncle. "And you, in!" Harry said.

At once, Vernon moved towards the cupboard.

It wasn't a pretty sight but Vernon finally managed to squeeze himself into the confining space. Harry cheekily waved goodbye to him before slamming the door closed and locking it with an audible click. He turned to face a very white Petunia.

"I think we should have some breakfast now, I feel like having bacon. Do you think you can make some for me?" he asked with false sweetness in his voice.

Petunia nodded her head, obviously too afraid to speak and ran to the kitchen. Harry spared a single glance towards Dudley, who was still pressed up against the wall, as if he were stuck to it.

Harry ignored him and walked into the kitchen. He would free both Dudley and Vernon after a few minutes. He wasn't going to leave them in their torturous state for long. He was only making them think he was going to leave them.

As he sat down at the wooden table and watched a panicked Petunia hurry to make his breakfast. He could see tears track their way down her face but she was sniffing them back. The sight made no difference to Harry. He knew that his alternate self must have shed untold tears in this house and no one in this household had made any attempt to wipe them away.

He sat back as Petunia put a big plate of breakfast down before him. Harry ate his breakfast with one thought on his mind; the two days he had in this world were going to be spent making sure that none of the Dursleys would ever mistreat Harry Potter again.

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Sorry about the long wait, family stuff, too long to get into!

I hope you enjoyed it! Please let me know what you thought! Please tell me what you thought about both Harrys encounters.

P.S I know that my Harry may seem really cruel in this chapter but remember who brought him up and what torture he went through in his childhood. Harry would never stand back and let someone else abuse a child, and in this case, it was his alternate self that was taking the abuse. He was bound to do something!

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