Tease

Sirius Black had taught his Godson how to apparate, as well as removed the trace from his wand. It was his right as his godson's guardian. I t wasn't LEEgal legal, bu it was legal enough for Sirius..

Harry picked up apparition as quick and easy as he picked up flying, and within a couple days was almost silent. As well as able to hit his target within centimeters.

The school year ended and Harry was forced to return to his relatives house once more, and decided that he wanted nothing to do with them, in any shape or situation. As soon as the car arrived at 4 Privit Dr, Vernon got out and slammed the door and began to threaten Harry with his usual bluster. Harry held up a hand causing the fat man to stop spouting, actually sealing the man's mouth shut. As Vernon turned purple with rage Harry slipped his hidden wand back up is sleeve and spoke.

The boot of the car was open and Harry extracted the trunk therin, and using his hidden wand shrunk the cage that Hedwig was usually forced to reside in and turned to speak to his uncle.

"You are a useless waste of skin, you know that, Vernon? You shouldn't be allowed to be loose on society, as you are nothing but a bully and a bloody moron, I mean, I wouldn't hire you to represent an company I owned, all the wrong image, you see.."

Vernon couldn't do anything about this, however, as his hands were currently stuck to the company car, and he couldn't get free, his color was now very close to the dark maroon of the mid-level sedan

with that, Harry turned and walked away. "Ta"Vernon was screaming by this time, bt no one could hear him.

A dirty looking wizard woke up under a bush and sat up, looking around, realized that the Dursleys had returned from picking up Harry, and assumed that the boy had already gone inside the house.

He didn't notice, that though the automobile was in the drive, there was a fat, silenced muggle currently stuck to that automobile, and so pulled the invisibility cloak over his head and went back to sleep.

The next shift arrived two hours later and woke up Dung from his nap, and when asked said that the boy was inside and all was quiet"

the new watcher asked "what about the muggle stuck to the vehicle?"

"Huh? What muggle?"

"That muggle."

Dung peered around the body of the vehicle and saw an unconscious Vernon Dursley hanging by his hands from the driver's door.

"Um...I didn't notice im' guvner?

"How could you not notice a 25 stone muggle screaming his head off twenty feet from you? Are you blind or daft man?

Dung shrugged and handed the invisibility cloak over and popped away, leaving he night guard to cleanup.

Vernon was removed from the vehicle, and obliviated and sent into the house, three hours past the expected arrival time.

Vernon had no answers for Petunia's questions, and so he went to bed.

Harry went down the walk a bit and along the way, his trunk vanished, and if anyone had been watching he walked between two trees and vanished.

The next day was a weekend, and Vernon had a strange feeling that he was forgetting something.

Monday morning on the way to work, he spotted the freak crossing the street, and accelerated so as to hit him, or at least scare him.

The freak noticed the large car heading his way and sidestepped like a toreador dancing with a bull.

Vernon slammed on the brakes, probably using up half a year's tire life and he looked back in the mirror.

The freak smirked and held up the two finger insult and faded out of sight

This set the pot to hating.

Four more times the freak appeared before him, crossing city streets, standing on the side of a roundabout, where he couldn't get to him, just beyond reach, and each time, the two finger salute, or others bordering on indecent.

By this time Vernon was driving erratically, and had caught the attention of the police. He was pulled over and made to hand over his license and insurance card, He was given a hefty ticket for driving erratically and causing several accidents with his sudden lane changes and disregard for those around him.

"Mr Dursley, do I have to arrest you?, you either take this summons or I shall arrest you and put you in a holding cell, do you understand?"

Vernon was beyond puce at this point, He just snatched the summons from the officer's hand and forced out through clenched teeth "may I go now?"

The officer stood. "Yes Mr Dursley, drive safely before you hurt someone."

his words were ignored as the vehicle was gone before the sentence was finished.

Vernon drove around in circles for a time, looking for the freak and trying to gather his wits, and automatically continued his commute to work. He was at the last roundabout before the turnoff at Grunnings and he saw the freak.

Standing in the front parking lot of Grunnings.

Standing in HIS parking spot.

Their eyes met.

Vernon's auto paused, like a bull.

The street ahead was straight, and it led directly into the executive parking lot, directly into his spot.

The freak stood there, glaring at the fat man.

Unnoticed by Vernon, Harry had the fire alarms tripped in the building, and all the employees were streaming out to their designated safety zones, assuming it was a bi-monthly safety drill, and so, the building was empty.

Their eyes met.

The bull charged, the toreador did not flinch.

The automobile hit the entryway to the parking lot, the front valance scraping on the concrete and bottoming out the suspension.

The equation of the ramp effect, combined with the speed and mass, created a sum of flying business coupe, which arced high, impacting the front office plate glass windows, and landing hard on the receptionist desk and ending up on it's top in the executive conference room.

The surrounding employees clapped and cheered sarcastically, having recognized the vehicle as it flew by. The truth of the matter is that no one at Grunnings loved Vernon, or even liked him very much.

His temper was well known and his interactions with the craftworkers and machinists was limited to as little as possible by the Union representatives.

Vernon grunted and crawled out of the now inverted automobile onto the polished marble of the corporations reception lounge, and looked up into the eyes of the surrounding board of directors, all dressed in their high priced business suits.

before Vernon could speak, the head director, the chairman of the board spoke quietly.

"Mr Dursley, I would advise against saying a word, as the owners are here today.."

the board of Directors moved aside to allow the entrance of a couple, dressed in the finest custom made suits, a young man and woman..

Vernon , on his hands and knees turned red then purple