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Harry looked at the single black suit laid out on the bed and couldn't help but grin. Today was going to be epic. It was going to be amazing. He'd waited for this day all his life and now it was finally here. Well, he hadn't thought it would come like this. He'd always envisioned himself as their murderer. He'd planned it in a hundred thousand different ways…thought of countless elaborate ways to kill them and take his revenge but alas it hadn't meant to be. Well, he tried not to be too gloomy about it. They were dead and that's all that mattered. His uncle was still alive and he would surely get to torment him starting from today. No one had informed him that his wife and son had been killed and he'd taken it upon himself to deliver the news to him.

The investigation had been closed. Greyback had paid off some poor sod to confess to the murders and that was the end of it. His aunt's and cousin's funeral was today and he imagined that he would have to put on a show. Well, he would gladly do it since he was so happy.

A knock on the door, forced him to tear his gaze away from the suit and he spoke,

"Come in."

The door opened and Silas stepped in,

"Mr. Greyback wanted me to inform you to take his call."

He looked around the room for his phone and found it wedged between the mattress and the bedstead. He pulled it out and looked at the number of missed calls he had,

"You can go now."

He called Greyback and held the phone to his ear,

"What's the bloody matter?"

Harry held the tapping of keys on Greyback's end and the sound of voices. He was probably in an office,

"Where were you and why were you not picking up your phone?"

He ran his fingers through his damp hair and spoke,

"I was in the shower. Are you going to tell me why you were calling or should I hang up?"

Greyback made an irritated sound and snapped at some employee before speaking,

"All the arrangements for your relatives' funeral have been made."

He rolled his eyes and started pulling the suit jacket off the hanger to get to the shirt,

"So, what should I do about that?"

Greyback made a sullen sound,

"You could thank me."

He couldn't help but chuckle at that,

"Oh, and how do you suppose I do that? Do you want me to get on my knees and lick the soles of your feet or would you prefer my mouth and tongue to be somewhere else?"

Greyback let out a soft barely audible sound that was a mixture of a moan and a whine,

"I should put a bullet through your head or stab you through the heart or just tear into you with my claws."

He smirked and sat down on the edge of the bed,

"I'm glad to hear all the nice things you think about me."

Greyback was silent after that so Harry spoke again,

"Are you coming to the funeral?"

Greyback snapped orders at someone else before he spoke,

"I have the feeling that it shall be highly entertaining, but I shall have to pass."

He was glad that Greyback wasn't coming. It was better this way. He didn't want himself to be seen with him yet,

"Catch you later then."

He ended the call and dropped the towel before dressing into the suit. Five minutes later, he was standing infront of the mirror and trying to decide which would look better…Silent mourning or hysterical crying. He could do both really really well but he didn't want to seem over the top. It had to look decent and believable. In the end, he settled on silent mourning.

He didn't bother with his hair because they made him look all the more devastated…just gave his face a few final touches before wearing his shoes and heading out. The car was waiting for him so he got in the back and spoke,

"The hospital first."

He leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes. It was so difficult to wipe off the triumphant smirk off his face. His blood was thrumming with excitement to see his uncle's reaction. It was going to be truly epic,

"Could you stop somewhere on the way? I need to get flowers."

The driver nodded silently and he stared out at the window. Hopefully, tonight, he'd be able to visit Tom. He was just aching to see him. His quaint features, inky black hair, pale skin…It was all just etched into his mind and he couldn't get the image of him out of his head. The urge to see him awake was like a burning inferno in the pit of his stomach. It was surely going to burn him alive if he didn't do anything about it.

The car came to the halt and Harry looked outside and noticed that they were at the florist's. He stepped out and bought a nice big bouquet of red roses. He knew for a fact that his uncle hated them and that was the chief reason why he loved them and bought them.

The next stop was the hospital. It took him two minutes to get his sad, mourning persona in place before he stepped out and walked through the corridors towards his uncle's room. When he stepped in, he realized that his uncle was asleep. The sight just set him on fire. His uncle didn't deserve peace. He didn't deserve peace at all. Clearing his throat loudly, he watched the way his uncle stirred and opened his small mean eyes. He stepped closer to the bed and extended the bouquet towards him,

"I got you some flowers."

His uncle eyed him venomously before speaking,

"What in the bloody hell are you doing here? Where's Petunia?"

He went about removing the wilted flowers from the vase and tossing them in the dustbin and spoke in a matter of fact voice,

"Dead."

He turned back around and stepped closer to the bed again. His uncle was eyeing him with revulsion and spoke,

"Just answer the question, boy."

He smiled sadly and started arranging the fresh roses in the vase,

"It's true. They're dead. The house was robbed and they were murdered."

His uncle's eyes were popping out of their sockets and he spoke softly,

"You're a dirty little liar and a whore."

He dragged one of the chairs closer to the bed and settled down in it before smirking

"You'll find that I'm not lying in this case and as for being a whore…You're the one that sold me out. I'm merely doing my job."

The colour drained from his uncle's chubby cheeks and he turned as pale as a ghost before mouthing,

"No."

He pulled out his phone and pulled up the news article before showing it to his uncle,

"Look…"

He watched the way his uncle's eyes widened as he read the article. He was about to snatch the phone out of his hand when he spoke,

"No, I'm not letting you smash that."

He pushed the phone back into the safety of his pocket and watched as his uncle went hysterical. He was crying and screaming and shouting. He ripped out all the tubes and wires as he struggled to sit up straight. He made a move to punch him and Harry grabbed his fist tight,

"That won't work anymore, Uncle."

His uncle struggled against his grip and Harry released his hand. He took a vindictive amount of pleasure in the entire show. The nurses burst into the room and he rose to his feet. They passed him an understanding look before asking him to leave the room and he spoke loud enough so that his uncle could hear him,

"I'll be back after the funeral."

His uncle shouted and screamed his name but he paid it no heed. The nurses were going to sedate him. It was perfect that his uncle wasn't going to able to see his wife and son off. He whistled a tune to himself as he got back into the car and spoke,

"The cemetery."

The driver started driving and he burst into a fit of mad laughter. He was going to torment his uncle as much as he possibly could. This was only the beginning. There was so much more pain in store for that bastard.

Twenty minutes later, he was walking towards the funeral site, with his shoulders hunched and his head ducked. Silent tears were flowing down his cheeks and he looked the perfect emotional wreck. Almost immediately, he was being hugged and consoled by people he didn't know. Normally, he wouldn't have tolerated it but since the occasion was so joyous, he let it slide. There was also the questions about his uncle's absence and Harry just tactfully answered them.

It was a bright and sunny side and Harry internally laughed when he imagined that even the sky was happy there were two less monsters on this plane now. He was comforted throughout the funeral by strangers who were crying like they'd been the closest to his Aunt and cousin.

She was just a lovely lady…Dudley was such a precious boy…Petunia was so elegant…Dudley had such a bright future ahead of him.

Lies…They were all lies…If they'd known how horrible and vile, his aunt and cousin really had been, they wouldn't be wasting their crocodile tears here. They would probably cheer their deaths. He wasn't surprised to find the twins there but they both had that hint of a smile in their eyes and whispered congratulations in his ear when they pulled him into a combined hug. He'd been tempted to ask them whether they'd been involved in the murder but too many nosy people were surrounding them so they'd set up a lunch date for tomorrow afternoon and then they'd departed.

He sighed in exhaustion when the funeral was over and slumped back in the car seat. Immediately his phone started ringing and he pulled it out to check who it was. As expected, it was Greyback,

"How did it go?"

He laughed wickedly and spoke,

"Absolutely perfect."

Greyback chuckled as well,

"I am glad to hear that you are happy."

He shrugged out of his suit jacket and rolled his shoulders before speaking,

"I'm heading to Privet Drive now."

Greyback made a disapproving sound and Harry mentally dared him to challenge his decision but Greyback said nothing and he internally cheered at Greyback's compliance. He'd learned fast. Two years didn't seem so difficult anymore.