AN: Heavy violence and dark ideas that no one should attempt.
"Harry, don't tear your soul apart, what would your parents think of you" Dumbledore struggled to say before being smacked across his face, " Fuck off old man, Harry can do what he wants." Eddie snarled baring his stained teeth.
"Stand" Harry commanded Vernon who looked at him with an evil glare that would have made old Harry cringe, but this Harry chuckled and used Vernon's body as a puppet, pulling invisible strings that his muscles tensed and abided snapping him up erect.
"Albus right."
"One thing, I never had parents." Harry found the fear in his eyes exciting; one might say aroused if he wasn't so fucked up at this point.
"If you can call my aunt and uncle good parents then I think you might need some reconditioning yourself" he pulled his eyes away from the old man and looked at Vernon with a sneer of not worthy to still be alive in his presence.
"Tregar, id like to think that I'm getting used to this shit, but I'm only six years old, and I don't have experience with killing someone so vile and disgusting, what should I do," Harry asked innocently.
"Well my boy, take his skin and start peeling it from his scalp down to his toes, I think if you used that death stick in your hand you might pull off something inspirational" Tregar tipped the small glasses between his nose up to his eyes that were marveling how strong Harry looked.
Harry shrugged and nodded in approval, he pictured that very scene in his head, and as it played out he grinned, it wasn't such a bad idea, although it felt like it lacked something more intense and brutal that Harry craved the most.
Wallrider had been watching quietly after his outburst against the old man Albus; it looked on approvingly when Harry glanced over towards it. Harry wanted to ask him what he would have done until an image of a scene where a young man pointed his wand at a prisoner and fire erupted from the tip and flew out in the form of a creature that entered through his throat, burning him inside slowly.
"Hmmm, I like I like" Harry mumbled to himself, to absorb in his thoughts to see Eddie and Tregar hanging off his words. Harry gripped the wand and steadily raised it and thought of something entirely different; it seemed pretty fucking sweet when it came into effect.
His imagination did creep him out, but hey I'm fucking powerful as fuck, Harry told himself.
When he watched Vernon wriggle in agony, while his stomach rumbled like it was ready to explode, the fat that ran right around his disgusting body lurched out from his mouth like vomit; it was like a fountain of hot greasy chunks that flew in every direction.
It was genuinely fucking horrific, the pressure that mounted since there was just so much fat, bursting the cut on his throat and ripping apart his pants as it squirted out from his ass. Spraying a horrid Albus in the face, even Harry had to cringe away from that, but he soon watched on with laughter as the body of his uncle flop to the ground.
"Well fuck me, you have to pay to see something like that. I must introduce you to my friend he would have found that most desirable" Eddie said picking up the body of his uncle and tasting the leftover gunk that stuck to his facial hair.
"Feel better now Harry." The wallrider asked him, floating towards him.
Harry seems to ponder on that, and funnily enough, it barely did anything for him, he needed more and went to strike Albus with his new sense of power when the wallrider stop him.
"We need him alive young Harry," he said to him in his mind "he knows where my body resides and the only thing that will break him is the Morphogenic Engine. Luckily I've been keeping the good doctor Rudolf Wernicke alive just for this reason ." Harry relented and thought that had been a fair enough excuse.
"Someone has to die soon though," Harry said to him putting the wand in his waistband.
"Oh, that pleases me greatly, now if you've quite finished, we have places to be, come bring the prisoner," the wallrider said as his voice was loud and angry.
Eddie and Tregar nodded lifting the old man covered in gunk and blood; he fitted in just right Harry laughed to himself and floated over towards him ready to celebrate.
"Did I make you proud old Albus, buddy oh boy." Harry laughed when he didn't even look up at him.
" Did you see the way he fucking died, if only I had that guys camcorder, oh wait... it's coming back to me, fuck yes I love this new power." he watched the memory and stopped it in slow motion to capture the best parts .."I love fucking magic" he said wistfully as Dumbledore finally managed to look at him.
"Your going down a path that you can't return from" he barely said in a whisper. Harry laughed when he so wrong as usual and yet he was a headmaster of a school, this guy had brains of a fucking goat.
"hmm oh your right, I need help, please save me from the monsters" he lied with a hint of moisture in his eyes. Albus looked puzzled then horrified when Harry pulled out the wand and held out his arm unblemished.
"Please oh please stop me" he whispered and then cut into his arm magically, it sent shivers into the pit of his belly. His legs went limp from the fuzzy that went rushing from his toes to the top of his head, as he dug deeper into his flesh and watched the blood flow he let out cry of ecstasy.
"Fuck this feels so good."
Harrys green-eyes burned ablaze and pulsated with power cutting right to the end of his arm, " mmm do I please you now." he watched the tears roll down his cheek then his head fell in a slump of distraught.
"Youll be okay old man, you won't be so sorry, maybe you'll enjoy it one day too." he patted the old man's head, and they walked out from the room.
"Can't we just magically travel there" Harry piped up not only five minutes into leaving.