Purity

Vernon Dursley clutched his wife and son closely as he stood in his cell. A small concrete box was their home and the barred door keeping them in was the only sign that the outside world even existed. They could make out a dimly lit corridor and once a day food would be brought to them by an unseen figure who would ensure the lights were off before he came.

"Hello is anyone there?" Petunia shouted, she could hear movement and this time the lights had not switched off. Instead the light got brighter and the entire dungeon was on display as someone walked towards them, someone they knew.

"Boy?" Vernon questioned seeing his nephew walk towards them, calmly in fact as if he was not in a dungeon.

"Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, Dudley how are you?" Harry asked in a disinterested tone as he studied them

"What's going on boy? Is this your doing? Your hocus pocus something to do with this?" Vernon demanded speaking for them all. Harry shook his head and regarded the prisoners. They had been there three days and would be leaving today; one way or another.

"Uncle Vernon I suppose you remember the events prior to your imprisonment," Harry stated knowing the man would. Four days ago something had crashed into the back garden, they had no idea what and Harry had been sent to investigate. He to them was disposable but he had found something there, something that had changed him forever.

"What are you talking about? Let us out of here!" Vernon demanded and Harry simply smiled.

"As you wish, line up against the door," Harry instructed and his three relatives did so quickly and with eagerness. Harry raised a hand and held it close to his Uncle's face,

"What are you doing?" he asked but never got an answer.

"Low intelligence, useless," Harry muttered moving to his aunt, he shook his head once he was done and didn't even bother going near his cousin. Instead he waved his hand and the door slowly slid open,

"That way leads out, that way leads somewhere else, which will you choose?" Harry questioned with a knowing look. All three turned to the left, the way out

"Then leave," Harry instructed and then he was gone, like he was never even there.

"What's going on dad?" Dudley asked sounding frightened. Vernon gulped but did not answer, instead he continued walking.

"I don't know," he muttered eventually as they reached a door, it slid open before he could touch it and his shoes found metal as he walked into a room. One completely black

"Hello?" Vernon shouted out, he could just make out a light, a bluish one in the centre of the room. It looked out of place and he wondered just what it was. A thought he would regret as in the same moment all the lights came on, illuminating where they were and all three looked ready to scream.

"What the hell is that?" Petunia shrilled

"Don't you recognise me aunt?" a deep metallic voice questioned.

"Boy?" Vernon whispered looking like all his nightmares had come at once.

"I am no boy and you have failed the test," the voice answered darkly.

"You imprisoned us," Vernon corrected thinking there had been no test, no just silence and darkness.

"It was necessary to gauge your mental state; however your intelligence ensured you were incapable of greater thought regardless of such a promising start."

"Wait you were just there," Dudley remembered pointing back towards the dungeon, Harry had been there and yet this thing was claiming to be him.

"A projection on a disused body, like that one however you are inferior," Harry countered turning slightly towards his terrified relatives. He wondered if they would run.

"What does that mean?" His Uncle's anger would always surpass fear.

"It means your inferiority much be dealt with. There is only such way,"

"And that his?" Vernon asked sounding suspicious like this was all going to be a trick or something.

"Exterminate!" The creature claiming to be Harry turned to face them. Its metallic body on display for all to see, a casing with spherical shells built into the lower half. Four spheres, one above the other was stationed on sections which danced around its entire lower circumference. Above that was a more cubic shell with what looked like clamps attaching it to whatever it was above. Though in this section two appendages emerged; one long manipulator arm and next to it was a smaller silver stick which twitched excitedly. Finally on top of that was a dome, a black eyestalk emerging from the centre and two lights either side. The blue light had been Harry's eye.

This was his new form, well the outside of it which was covered in white plated armour; the colour of the supreme. However inside a much different nightmare awaited but that was not to be seen or thought about. He had a job to do.

The moment he was in position he fired a jet of blue light which struck his uncle in the chest, his skeleton erupted in light and within a heartbeat he fell to the floor. When he was there two more jets of blue light followed, one hit his shell shocked aunt while the other hit his fleeing cousin.

Later

He could still remember the screams, oh yes there had been many of them when he had found it. The thing that crashed in the back garden had been some sort of opportunist converter. For the moment he got close he had been pulled into it. He could remember skin being pulled, blood being drained and the pain being immense. It had not lasted long, then again long was a concept and he had few of those.

The only thing he had was hate. It had been within him anyway for that machine had revealed things, he had remembered all the things he had been enchanted to forget. Dumbledore stopping him leaving the Dursley's many times, Ron losing the plot and revealing his true feelings, Ginny attempting to get off with him and being rejected and more. All of these things had revealed the truth; they had been manipulating him all this time. Without a body he no longer was affected by love and loyalty potions and had been freed. His own mind transferred through hatred. Now he was the last Dalek. The only one in existence as far as he knew but he would rebuild them. All of them eventually, he had the converter. All he needed was subjects, high intelligence and able to remain sane in the darkness were the main requirements. From there he would begin the process, he had a plan. A plan that would bring the wizarding world to its knees and establish the begins of an empire. A Dalek Empire and he would be the emperor.