Ok sorry it took so long for an update, but hopefully this chapter is worth the wait. College is a hassle, and I absolutely hate the fact that we have to turn stuff in through email because mine never sends. This system is so messed up. (Sorry, if I sound like I'm ranting that's probably because I am) Anyway this chapter took awhile because I was working on so many projects at once and this one was kind of pushed to the back. But here it is and I hope you enjoy.
Harry thought long and hard in the moments after Lucius' departure. First things first though, he'd have to somehow get Dudley under control.
Dudley in the meantime, had taken the liberty to rediscover his own body, his clawed hands skimmed across his newly defined chest, he'd turned around, and to Harry's surprise he noticed that Dudley was now sprouting a large demon tail that was hairless, with the exact tone of his skin, had a spade-like end and was long enough to sweep the floor with as he walked.
"Dudley?" Harry asked tentatively.
Dudley whipped around, eyeing his cousin. "H-Harry?" he half-grunted in a baritone voice not too unlike his human one.
"Yeah Dudley it's me," Harry said trying to keep his voice calm. "Do, do you think you can change back?" Harry asked.
Dudley looked puzzled for a moment, much the way Crabbe or Goyle would when asked a basic math question by a teacher. He scrunched up his face and stared intently at Harry, as if he were concentrating on killing a horde of zombies in one of his video games.
Harry watched as his cousin slowly be to regain his humanlike features, his horns didn't go away but rather took on the color of his skin, they'd receded just enough where they were just barely sticking up from his hairline. His claws and talons receded till they resembled fingernails again and his hair took on a golden blond color. Even his eyes and teeth went back to normal.
The one thing left that was too obviously noticeable was the bare tail that had lost the spaded end.
"Who were those people?" Dudley asked.
"They're Death Eaters," Harry replied still staring at his cousin.
"Oh," Dudley nodded as if he was thinking hard, "bad people?"
"Yeah, the worst," Harry's mouth twitched in an attempted smile.
Dudley made a harsh, deep, almost whining sound that reverberated in his throat as he sat down in the middle of the room.
"Where-" Harry was almost afraid to ask, "where are Petunia and Vernon?"
Dudley's throat reverberated again as he gestured at the hallway towards his bedroom.
Harry entered the hall and was greeted by the sight of a mangled, clawed up corpse propped up against the side of the wall. His Death Eater mask was still on, thankfully, but Harry could only imagine what the face looked like behind the mask.
Continuing down the hallway the scene became more and more accented with bloodshed until it covered almost everything.
Harry, guessing that Dudley had put up one hell of a fight, had his suspicions confirmed as soon as he pushed open the door of the bedroom.
On the other side of the room, in the corner next to the window, were about 3 or 4 Death Eaters, their corpses piled on top of each other. A pool of blood surrounding the bodies, staining the carpet a deep rouge.
The walls had claw and burn marks on them, and the furniture was smashed or had toppled over during the struggle.
Harry looked over to the bed.
A skinny, tall figure was hidden beneath the sheets, his aunt Petunia, the covers were almost peacefully draped over her head and she wasn't moving. She was dead.
Harry jumped as a loud thud sounded from behind the closet door. Drawing his wand, he approached the closet quietly. He turned the doorknob and pulled open slightly, his wand ready for any sudden movements.
Suddenly his lethargic Uncle Vernon came toppling out of the closet looking bewildered.
His beady, piggy eyes scanned the room, his jaw slack as he surveyed the scene.
His gaze held at the figure on the bed, and then landed back to Harry.
"YOU!" his uncle roared furiously as his fat hands once again found Harry's throat.
Harry gasped as he was bowled over, his wand was knocked out of his hands and rolled a good few feet away from where his uncle was now grappling him on the floor.
"YOU LITTLE FREAK! YOU FILTHY LITTLE FREAK! LOOK AT WHAT YOU'VE DONE! JUST LOOK AT WHAT YOU'VE DONE! YOU KILLED HER! YOU KILLED MY WIFE!"
Harry's body began coughing violently as his uncle slowly choked him. His vision began to blur. He looked up, and could just barley make out the face of his uncle, who was grinning like a madman.
"You know what I'm going to do to you little freak." Vernon's voice had dropped considerable, and now was almost dangerously soft and soothing. "I'm going to punish you, how people like you should be punished." His grip tightened, his thumbs moving to press deep around Harry's windpipe.
Harry's body was convulsing, racking for lack of air. Desperate, he moved his head back against the floorboards, not knowing much else to do he was trying to open his windpipe as much as possible to allow for oxygen flow.
It worked, but he was only prolonging the inevitable. His uncles nails began to dig into his flesh, slicing and biting farther into his exposed neck making it bleed.
Harry tossed his head around, trying to shake the grip, but it was impossible, his uncle had to good a hold on him.
Harry nearly blanched as he felt something warm and hard grind against belly. He couldn't believe the fat bastard was actually getting off on this.
"Dad?"
Both Harry and Vernon were caught off guard by the voice in the doorway. Dudley was there, staring at the two of them, his mouth slightly agape.
"Dad, what are you doing to Harry?"
Vernon looked at his son, regarding him for a moment before his eyes narrowed. His face pulled up in a sneer of disgust as he surveyed Dudley's new look. Smirking at his son, he pulled at Harry's neck until his head left the hard wood floor and then he slammed it back down hard making Harry choke out a groan.
Dudley stared disbelievingly at his father for a moment. Then with a wave of adrenaline he rushed at Vernon and tackled him broadside, successfully dislodging him from Harry.
Harry recovered himself just enough to witness the two behemoths wrestling against each other. Even with Dudley's new found muscle Vernon was still large, overweight, and awkward to hold.
They ruffed it out for about five minutes, then Vernon grabbed a broken chair leg, swinging it and hitting Dudley in the side of the head.
Dudley was left dazed from the blow. When he was finally able to look up he saw his father, huffing over him, the chair leg swinging from his hand.
"…Get out…"
Dudley looked at his dad, as if he must have misunderstood.
"GET OUT!"
Dudley leapt to his feet. He knew his father's tone of voice. Slowly he backed away, still looking pleadingly at his now only parent.
"Dad"
"YOU ARE NO SON OF MINE NOW GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" Vernon roared as he waved the bat threateningly in Dudley's direction.
Knowing better than to stay Dudley quickly backed out of the room, turning to run down the hallway and down the stairs.
Grabbing his wand, Harry quickly scrambled to his feet and raced to his room. Fearing for her life he let Hedwig loose first, opening the window he let her soar out into the night sky.
Knowing better than to grab much else he located his Gringotts vault key and stuffed it into his pocket. He grabbed his only available jacket and followed Dudley down the stairs.
He found Dudley in the kitchen, grabbing a few snacks out of the pantry and stuffing them into his school backpack which he had previously emptied all over the kitchen floor.
The two regarded each other before opening the sliding back door. Hopping the fence, and disappearing down an empty, windswept Privet Drive road and disappearing into the night.
Just so there's no misunderstandings, which I've had before, this is not the end of the story. Believe me I know it would suck if it was. But also believe me when I say that I have big plans for those two. But as always any suggestions from the readers will be read and considered, and I do read all of my reviews. Anyways thanks to you all and I will see you in the next chapter.