Harry Potter's Revenge

by Fiona K Sparrow

When Harry Potter gets sick of the Dursley's he runs away, where he finds himself on a strange street. Then this nice man helps him and gives him a new home. Then, when a strange owl comes through the window with a letter claiming that he has magical powers, the only thing he can do is beileve it! Because why, then, would it be able to discern his exact location?

1. Chapter 1: Prologue

"Why me? Why me?" moaned 10 year old Harry Potter, lying on his bed, writhing from a fresh set of wounds from Dudley. "Why did it have to be MY parents that died? Why do I have to live with THIS family? Why does Dudley have to be THIS mean?"

"GET DOWN HERE NOW YOU FILTHY RAT AND SET THE TABLE!" shouted Uncle Vernon from downstairs, "WE HAVE GUESTS COMING, OR DID YOU NOT KNOW!?"

"Alright, alright, I'm coming," moaned Harry, refitting his glasses on his nose. When Harry got downstairs he was boiling with rage, he didn't want to be stuck with this family any longer, but what could he do about it!? That was the question that was most troubling, he has an abusive aunt and uncle, who let their abusive son Dudley torture him-and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it!

Suddenly Harry felt a sharp slap on his face, "Set the table boy!" came the angry voice of uncle Vernon in his ear, "Or you'll regret it!" Those nasty words hung inside Harry's head for a couple seconds before he decided that he'd have to do something about it.

"Hey!" he said, gazing up to meet uncle Vernons eyes,

"You better be careful how you speak around me boy," said uncle Vernon, a little bit surprised, as he had never been challenged like this before, but he would make sure Harry would never forget it.

"If you think I'm so filthy then why did you ask me to set the table!?"

Uncle Vernons eyes blazed, he had the most anger in him Harry had ever seen, and Harry had seen quite a lot more anger in uncle Vernon than anyone else.

"Well," said Harry, as if expecting an answer, and then continued, "And Aunt Petunia, I don't think you'd like a rat in the house would you?"

"V-V-Vernon!" Petunia stuttered, "P-Punish him!"

"Up to you're room Harry, and don't come back down again until I tell you to, and don't make any noise!"

Harry wandered back to his room, happy that at least he wouldn't have to set the table. From here on out, Harry was determined to make their life as miserable as possible. He new just how, all he'd have to do, was give them enough trouble to send him out of the house, and then he'd get as muddy as he could, and get a big bucket full of rats, mice and other things and sneak it up to his room and then let it out tracking mud through the house. Now that would really make Petunia mad! And then maybe he could 'accidentally' break one of Dudleys things, and for, Dudley's birthday he was always required to give him at least one thing and that would be a pair of old dirty socks that he didn't need anymore, and he'd congratulate him on getting a new pair of socks.

As Harry was thinking he didn't notice that the guests had arrived. It was then that Harry saw it, it a little mouse-no two of them-no three-he quickly picked them up, he then rummaged around in his unkempt closet and found a small container, with which he quickly shut them up. He was told that if he any found any mice, rats, or other vermin, he should quickly kill them and then throw them outside. Vernon acted just as his name sounded. He was vermin, and Harry dearly wished that he could could rid himself of Vernon as easily as he could rid himself of vermin. Harry decided that he would set his plan into action now. He quietly tiptoed down the stairs, and, as the adults were talking, nobody noticed him. He quietly opened the container with the mice and was about to toss them out when he spied a big rat. He quickly put the container of mice down and took a step, picked up the rat, and placed it in the container. It was then that he saw that the mice were already on their way scurrying out of the container. It took him about ten seconds to get them all rounded up but one, and that ten seconds was all it took, Petunia saw him and screamed, which alerted Vernon. So Harry dropped the container and ran pounding his feet up the stairs, and running two at a time reached the top before Vernon could round up the vermin, throw them outside, and then catch Harry. He new that he had escaped Vernon, but new he would be coming back after the guests left.

"Um, sorry about that," He heard Vernon say, "My nephew, just, uh, likes playing pranks on people,"

"Oh-oh I'll come back some other time," said one of the visiting ladies,

"Yes," agreed the other. With that, they left.

Harry knew that uncle Vernon would be coming up there to do something to him in a matter of second, so Harry made a split second decision. He decided to run, run away, he would never have to endure torture again. At least now the only worry was dying of starvation, but he'd prefer that any day than staying with the Dursleys.