AN: this story was just a test run to try and analyze my own writing style. I'm planning on trying my hand at a real novel length story but I figured a little short one shot would help figure the ends and outs on a smaller scale (since I haven't done an creative writing since my tenth grade writing test)... and I've always hated the Dursley's
AN: for some reason this fic didn't inspire the blood lust I had in mind when I wrote it, but like I said in the other note I just wrote this as a trial run so I could learn the process for publishing. I'm currently writing another fic now and, just did a once over on this one to try and clean up the rough edges a lil' bit
Revenge that's what Harry James Potter was thinking about while cleaning carrots in the kitchen of Number four Privet drive. Harry had been dwelling on this very idea since 1989 when Vernon broke his arm or 1990 when the Dursleys allowed Ripper to maul his leg and
laughed as he scrambled up a tree in terror. The final straw it seemed was when Vernon Dursley crept into his room days ago and bludgeoned his owl with Dudley's Cricket bat while Harry mowed the lawn.
'Hurry up freak my diddydums needs his lunch, you still have hummus to mix' Petunia screeched while continuing to chop celery into dipping sized pieces
. "yes Aunt Petunia"' Harry replied absent-mindedly while finishing the last carrot and placing them beside her cutting board.
'Well I will wake Dudley the Hummus had better be ready for you will go without' she snapped at Harry before walking out of the Kitchen.
Harry waited until the door shut behind her before hurrying over to the cabinet and grabbing the first ingredient to his revenge, Peanut Butter. Harry smiled remembering Dudley being diagnosed deathly allergic to the lowly peanut, and the thought of getting his own back for the Harry Hunting, Dudley and his friends would torment him with. The grin on Harry face was alarming as he substituted the peanut butter in place of some paste that started with a 'T' that he could not quite pronounce. Mixing in the salt, Lemon juice and the ingredients with the 'Dudley Death Butter' he quickly mixed up his "Dudley Death Hummus".
And now ingredient number two Harry thought happily pulling a drawer open he retrieved a tube of super glue and lightly coated Petunia's knife handle and returned the glue to the drawer hastily, and not a second to soon, as his aunt returned to see him standing at the counter. 'why are you standing there take the humus to the table" Petunia demanded as she grabbed her knife and chopped the carrots and placed them on the plate an ordered Harry to take to the table.
Stomping was heard in the Hall and pouting then a few seconds Dudley entered 5he Kitchen "mum what is that supposed to be?' he whined looking at the brown paste in his bowl. This Summers diet had been miserable for him he thought petulantly.
"Humus Diddy it's very tasty please try some for mummy" Dudley scowled at took a carrot and dipped it into the paste and took a bite his eyes lit up at the explosion of flavor and dipped another before he coughed his throat itchy but ignored it and took another bite.
Dudley started coughing harder and barely swallowed the second carrot when he found he couldn't draw breath he staggered to his feet then collapsed gasping his face in the throws of panic.
His mom spun around shocked and screamed 'Dudley!' she starting hurrying towards her fallen son. She seen his face had turned blue his chest stopped rising and his eyes were rolling in his head. (completely forgetting the knife stuck to her palm) she sped her pace up, when her nephews foot stuck out and tripped her she placed her hands in front of her instinctively to catch her self, forgetting the knife she couldn't release from her grip due to the magic of superglue her full weight came down on the knife forcing the tip through her neck.
Smiling Harry watch two of his tormentors die but a rumble was heard over his head. Vernon it seemed had heard the Commotion. Harry grabbed his dead aunts favorite cast iron pan and walked to the side of the kitchen door and waited. He didn't have to wait long the sound of footsteps was close to the door and Harry pulled the pan back, taking care to turn in sideways as the door burst open. Harry swung low and the impact of the pan striking Vernon kneecap resonated through Harry's arms complimented by a sickening 'CRACK' of bone separating and breaking in Vernon ' knee.
'CRASH' and an agonizing scream were heard as Harry pulled back the pan and repeated the attack on Vernon ' other knee, then his hand. '
CRACK' 'CRACK' ''CRACK'
'Well Uncle Vernon I've Had enough, Hedwig was my friend. now you experience the same treatment you gave her'
'CRACK' 'CRACK' 'CRACK'
"How many times have you Hurt me?"
'CRACK' 'CRACK' 'CRACK'
'How many times have I starved, while you gluttonous fucks ate in front of me?'
'CRACK' 'CRACK' 'CRACK'
Harry decided to stop the questioning between strikes and finish having crushed his uncles arms and legs ignoring his screaming and begging.
Harry brought the pan down hard on his uncles face again and again. his uncles begging and screaming turned it gurgling and after about the tenth consecutive swing his uncles chest stopped rising and Harry dropped the pan breathing heavily
Harry Had Enough, sighing he packed his things and left Privet Drive forever
THE END