AN: This story was just a test run to try and analyze my 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 any 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 as 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 the 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's 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 superglue and lightly coated Petunia's knife handle and returned the glue to the drawer hastily, and not a second too soon, as his aunt returned to see him standing at the counter. 'why are you standing there take the hummus 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 the Kitchen "Mum what is that supposed to be?' Dudley whined looking at the brown paste in his bowl.
'This Summers diet had been a living hell!' h
Dudley thought petulantly.
"Hummus Diddy it's very tasty please try some for mummy?" Petunia cooed.
Dudley scowled and 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 throes of panic.
His mom spun around shocked and screamed 'Dudley!'
Petunia starting hurrying towards her fallen son when she saw his face had turned blue, his chest stopped rising and his eyes were rolling back in his head. Petunia completely forgetting the knife stuck to her palm and in her panic, she sped her pace up.
She was completely surprised when her nephew's foot stuck out and tripped her while she was crossing the short distance to her son, she placed her hands in front of her instinctively to catch herself, forgetting the knife she couldn't release from her grip due to the magic of superglue.
Her full weight came down on the ten-inch kitchen knife forcing the tip through her neck and into her head.
Smiling Harry watched two of his tormentors die, a rumble was heard over his head. Vernon, it seemed had heard the Commotion.
Harry grabbed his dead aunt's favorite cast iron pan and walked to the side of the kitchen door and waited. He didn't have to wait long, soon the sound of footsteps was heard on the other side of the door and Harry pulled the pan back, taking care to turn in sideways as the door burst open.
Harry swung low, the impact of the pan striking Vernon's kneecap resonated through Harry's arms complimented by a sickening 'CRACK' of bone separating and breaking in Vernon's knee.
There was a loud 'CRASH' as Vernon hit the floor, the man released an agonized as his already badly damaged knee made contact with the tile floor, he rolled onto his back to look his attacher in the eye and was shocked to see his freaky nephew grinning at him victoriously.
Harry pulled back the pan and repeated the attack on Vernon's other knee, then his hand when Vernon tried to block the pan from striking his other arm. '
CRACK' 'CRACK' ''CRACK'
'Well, Uncle Vernon I've Had enough of this family of yours, Hedwig was my friend and you killed her out of spite. Now you will experience the same treatment you gave her, wasn't she bludgeoned to death?" Harry asked rhetorically
'CRACK' 'CRACK' 'CRACK'
"How many times have you Hurt me Uncle Vernon?" Harry asked between swings.
'CRACK' 'CRACK' 'CRACK'
'How many times have I starved, while you gluttonous fucks ate in front of me?' Harry asked the now unresponsive man, Harry wasn't even sure Vernon could hear his questions the fat man was screaming quite loudly.
'CRACK' 'CRACK' 'CRACK'
Harry decided to stop the questioning between strikes and finish having already crushed both of his uncle's arms and legs. Harry was ignoring his screaming and begging and the smell of Vernon as his bowels had released involuntarily due to the overload of pain he was experiencing.
Harry brought the pan down hard on his uncle's face, again and again, his uncles begging and screaming turned into gurgling and after about the tenth consecutive swing his uncle's chest stopped rising, Harry dropped the pan breathing heavily from his exertions
Harry Had Enough, sighing he packed his things and left Privet Drive forever.
THE END
