Chapter two. Different

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The boy who found himself lying in the bed next morning, was not Harry Potter. Well, he looked the same, but inside, he had changed greatly. His whole mind and soul re-arranged during the night. His attitude towards the world changed. He was no more a frightened, shy, abused boy. No, he was firm, ambitious and ruthless. He had a plan. And he was going to carry it out…

The lock sqweaked, and Aunt Petunia stalked into the room. She looked at Harry unpleasantly, as if he was something  nasty, like a frog or worm. Her thin lips tightened.

- Get downstairs immediately, you lazy ass! You've got work to do.

With these words, she shut the door. Harry smiled.

Harry put on his glasses, sighed at the sight of their broken and twisted frame, fixed by scotch.

"Ok, it's time for action!" He winked to his reflection, and went out of the room.

When he got down stairs, everybody was already there. Petunia was cooking bacon, and Vernon with Duddley were gobbling up a big pan with fried eggs, their faces low to the plates. They resembled pigs to Harry. And, like pigs, they grunted from delight. Harry stopped before the table, crossed his hands on his chest and with a disgusted look on his face glanced at Vernon. Venon turned away from the food,  looked up at Harry.

- What?

- Nothing, uncle. – Harry smirked. Then he softly said.

- Accio wand.

There was a loud bang, a sound of splintering wood, when the wand with a whistling noise jumped into Harry's hand. Duddley and Vernon stared at him, gaping.

- Auntie? – Harry called in a calm, cold voice. Petunia turned away from the bacon, irritated. "What in hell does he need?"

A spell formed quickly in Harry's head. An excellent spell. He pointed the wand at Petunia, saw her eyes widen in shock. Just one short word.

- Sting!

A long, thin, spear-shaped blade came flying out of his wand. It stung her right in her right eye, penetrating the scull and splashing blood and brains on the cupboard, sink, bacon…Her body shuddered in colvunsions and she fell to the ground with a loud "thump". Duddley and Vernon just stared stupidly, the whole scene seemed unreal to them. Then Dudley, with tear-filled eyes, opened his mouth, ready to scream. "That would draw attention" thought Harry. He almost lazily purred "Stupefy", and Dudley, like a sack of potatoes slipped from the chair, making the floor tremble. Uncle Vernon found himself all alone, sitting on a chair face-to face with a crazy killer, who's bright green eyes blazed like fire. Sweat covered Dursley's broad, fat, suddenly pale face. His wife was killed. And by who? By this human punching bag, which was harmless as a fly! Just a weak little freak. But the deadly, cold stare in which the boy fixed his uncle was telling the opposite. It send shivers down Vernon's spine. And there was infinite fear of death in his little greedy eyes. How Harry savoured it! Harry strode near his uncle. His pale face was tightened and firm. He narrowed his eyes.

- So what now, uncle? I bet you're amazed, aren't you?

- Y-you…you k-k-killed them? – Vernon's voice was wobbling with fear, his lower lip trembling.

Harry didn't even blink.

- Petunia, yesss…And the pig is only unconcious.

- You're g-going to kill us?

Harry smiled cruely.

- And what do you expect me to do? All my fucking life I was treated like dirt for being a wizard – don't I have the right to wish you death? I remember everything, Uncle. All the pain your family caused me. Your beatings, your smiles, when I lay covered whith blood…Everything. – his voice hard as steel.

- But-t you c-can't boy! You w-won't d-dare kill me!

- Why do you think so?

Venon didn't answer. A tear slipped down his cheek. He was going to die….

- No, I'm not going to kill you right now. I have something better in mind.

Harry walked to the unconcious Duddley who looked like a tube of Jell-O.

- Ennervate.

Duddley's eye's fluttered open, and the first thing he saw was a very violent-looking Harry Potter. He opened his mouth to scream, but Harry's cold hand covered his mouth.

- Better not do that, or you'll join the old hag. – he hissed.

Duddley nodded, tears running down his chubby red cheeks, his yellow hair sticked to his sweaty forehead.

- And don't you get up.

Harry turned back to his uncle and pointed the wand at him.

- Wh-hat are you…

- Imperio! – bellowed Harry.

Vernon froze, a detached and indifferent look on his face. His eyes became empty and very dull. He stood up like a robot. Harry was overcome with joy. Duddley was watching him with horror. Harry mentally ordered.

"Rape the boy! Now!"

Vernon obediently walked towards his son, who was sitting on the floor and with one quick movment pinned him to the floor.

- Not a word or  resistance, Piggy, or you'll die. I promise.

Dursley, one hand grabbing the waggling under his weight, Duddley, the other undoing his pants. Harry snickered, looking at Vernon's micro-dick. But Vernon was ready. He pulled off Duddley's jeans and boxers, revealing an enormous white butt, in which Vernon finally stuck his dick.

Duddley whined, and tried to break free, but Harry's frosty stare and Vernon's firm grip didn't let him go. So Vernon began raping his own son. Duddley screeched softly, Vernon puffed like a boar, sweat running down his emotionless frozen face. His penis was covered with blood, which oozed from Duddley's torn anus. It was a terrible, horrible scene, but Harry was watching the inhumane torture and laughing, laughing from delight, pleasure and happiness. The insane, cruel laughter echoed in Duddley's ears, causing unbearable pain, even worse, than his father's dick. His eyes were covered with a wall of tears and he didn't see Harry's darkened, deadly gaze and the cruel, evil grin on his thin and pale face. Potter was in triumph. He was having his revenge. They suffer. But it is not the end. More torture awaits them.

- Fin Imperio!

Vernon returned to himself. His eyes cleared. He looked at his penis, at Duddley's bloodstained ass and understood, what he had done. Somehow, he realized that Harry made him do this. His face turnrd red, he clenched his fists, took a glance at his weeping, crying son, put his pants on and turned to Harry.

- You motherfucker, you son of a bitch, you MONSTER! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? I'll KILL you for this.

- No, YOU raped your own SON. I JUST made you do it. – Harry grinned, his eyes narrowing to two emerald slits.

- And it's not the end. – he whispered.

- Crucio!

With delight he watched as his uncle withered from pain at his feet. Ahhhhhh, the sweet revenge, the sight of agony….

- Crucio!

Duddley agonized, crying and screaming.

And Harry laughed. He just stood there, two agonizing, convulsing fat men at his feet, screaming from pain, pleading for mercy, and he was laughing his head off. But he was deaf to their pledges. There was no mercy or pity in his eyes. Only death…

- Avada Kadavra! Avada Kadavra! – he two times boomed the Unforgivable.

"They paid their debt. Fully. My pain is avenged". He did the right thing, he thought, looking at three lifeless bodies, lying in the kitchen. He didn't have any remorse.

Harry went upstairs and packed his things. He was going to London, there he would live until school starts.

- Morsmordere! – he yelled, casting the green scull in the house. It would deceive the aurors if they would come to his house.

With a cold smile that would rival Voldemort, he closed the front door, dragging his trunk after him. He was going to Knockturne alley. For the first time he felt so free and happy, full of energy. Because there was so much to be done…..

A\N: bad, bad Harry! What will he do next, I think? Wanna now. R\R!!!!pleeeezzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz*stands on her knees, begging* will you?