My thanks to shadow lord and Morbane Zyzadne
Morbane Zyzadne: Harry wasn't at Hogwarts he was at the Dursleys for the sumer after GoF. he had been at the Riddle house when he was talking to voldie.
_________________________________________________ I Do not own Harry potter. If I did would I live in the real detroit. Or would I be using the Graphite IBook SE. well?
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Harry dabbed his quill into his mostly empty ink bottle, then put it to the parchment and wrote.
Dear Ron
I am giving up. Vernon's abuse is just the last straw, I can feel my very soul pulling at my body. I know death is approaching because I've been so close, but then I had Madam Pomfrey to keep me alive. Please take good care of Hedwig for me. Id like to be buried with my wand, and Invisibility cloak. Please forgive me for not trying to hold on. Please don't bury me next to my parent's. They died heroically, were as I just sit here waiting for death to over take me.
Please Forgive Me
Harry Remus Potter
Harry wrote a similar letter to Hermione, all the Weasley's, and Dumbledore. He tied the envelope's Hedwig and sent her to the weasley's. He walked over to the cauldron and filled a mug with the murky brown and thick liquid. He then Transfigured the cauldron into a beetle and crushed it. Afterward he drank all of the whole potion in two gulps. He almost immediately fell over no longer able of feeling anything.
Many miles away, at the Weasley house...
Oh, a letter from Harry. said Hermione as a large Snowy Owl entered the room from an open window. Hey there's one for each of us and one for Dumbledore, better send that one on to him. she added as she untied the letters from Harry. As she read her expression changed from happiness to utter sadness. Oh, god! We have to get there before he die's.. Three minuets later they were hoping out of the fire place at Mrs. Figgs house.
What, in the name of bloody hell make's you want to disturb me this late at knight. yelled a very angry Mrs. Figg.
Read this. Mrs. weasley said stuffing the letter from Harry in her hands. As she read her face did just the same as the other's.
Two months later...
They were all crying as Harry's body was lowered into the ground. As he had requested his wand was with him. Vernon had been sentenced to life in Azkaban with no chance of parole.
Many people were saying stuff like Not even... Voldemort the person shuddered, Harry had demanded in his letter to Dumbledore, that at his funeral people call Voldemort by his name. could, kill him. Yet his mere Muggle Uncle could kill him. and. They, say he got mostly top grade's, and always in Divination. Never had a DARK thought.
That's what you think. thought Voldemort, he had taken Poly-Juice Potion, now he looked like Professor Vector. He took a drink from his hip flask. Hope, to see you in ten years, Potter he said quietly, then added. My, my, potter, I didn't believe that you could even fool Dumbledore. But you did.
Ten Years Later...
Twenty-five year old Harry, Potter stood on the end of Privet Drive. Now fully educated in the Dark Arts. This was just going to be one of many killing's he had done, yet all the credit went to Voldemort. He didn't care. All he cared about was that he was going to kill Petunia, and Dudley. Harry had found that vengeance was sweet. Harry had killed so far, Draco Malfoy, Lucius and Narcia Malfoy, all the Weasley's besides Ron and Ginny, Servus Snape, Crabbe and Goole Sr. and Jr.'s, and Filch. Okay. Quick and simple for Aunt Petunia, but first I'll kill Dudley with Crucio. Harry said to himself, as he stormed up Privet Drive. Once he got to number four. He kicked open the door, but what he saw when went in.
Who, the hell are you. You're no Death Eater. Ron half yelled.
So, how did you know I was going to take revenge on my Aunt, and Cousin? Harry asked in a monotone.
Hiding under the fear instilled by calling your self Harry, Potter. When he died Ten years ago. What a coward. Hermione Fully yelled. But Harry just Laughed, which definitely frightened them. For it was a cold, Emotionless, dark laugh.
Expecto Panterum, Expecto Panterum. Harry started to Chant, holding his wand forward. Suddenly the blurry shape of a Stag shot from the tip of his wand. I don't believe you found my Body after those Death Eaters dug it up. Now move aside before I kill you here and Now. Harry added, again using a monotone.
No. You might be Harry. But you're not going to kill them like all the others who have wronged you. Hermione said stepping in front of the stair case.
Stand aside, Mudblood. All you have just done is show me were Petunia, and Dudley are. Harry said. The other two gasped at his first sentience.
How dare you insult my wife like that. Ron yelled and lunged at Harry, who dogged and and put the full body bind Curse on Ron.
Now, now. You don't want your child to grow up with only one parent. Which was more than I was given. Harry added Darkly as he removed the curse from Ron. Who just stared at his wife.
Is... it true? he finally managed to ask Hermione, who nodded. Even, with that knowledge I can't let you through. he said, as he pushed he pushed his wife out of the way so now he was in front of the stair case.
Then, you leave me no choose. Harry said with what was almost some emotion.
Hermione yelled as Harry raised his wand to Ron.
Avada Kedevera. Harry exclaimed, and Ron fell to the ground dead and limp. His wife ran to his limp body and started crying. Then she looked up at him, both complete sadness, and incurable anger on her face.
How? how could you? You just killed your best friend. All those times you laughed together. And after all that you killed him She yelled, now with pure anger.
Friend, you call your selves friends. All those letters over that summer, were I said that Vernon was Abusing me. The ones were you said in your replies, Good One Harry but as you said vernon would never go as far as to hit you.' Well those weren't written in red ink they. It was Blood! Harry half yelled, but still in a monotone. Now, go. Keep your unborn child safe. And go before I change my mind. he said in the same tone. She ran. Levitating her husband behind her. He knew she wouldn't have gone if it weren't for her child.
Dudley run. he heard the frantic scream of his Aunt, and then the thunderous feet of Dudley running toward the stairs.
No, you don't. You'll pay with all the pain you gave me when you would tied me to a tree and pounded me. Crucio. he said deeply. Suddenly Dudley was rolling like a lady bug on its back, nut he was also screaming in such pain it made you want to end it for him. Then his skin slowly began to split. Bleeding fast, and seemingly more blood than he had. Then it all ended. The curse was still working. But Dudley was Dead. Oh, Aunt Petunia. Don't worry, if you show your self now it will all be quick and painless. Once Harry Potter decides to kill somebody, they will die. And I've already passed judgment on you! he said maliciously, as he walked around the house blasting out doors. Slowly, a quivering Petunia Dursley emerged from his old bedroom of ten years, the cupboard under the stairs.
Please, was I really that mean to you? I mean I never hurt you, or- she said but was cut off by Harry.
Oh, shut up. You will not suffer, the curse will kill you immediately. You didn't hurt me physically, but you did however abuse me mentally. By calling me a freak, or worthless. Well now am i worthless, now that I hold your life in my hands? Harry yelled, voice now full of emotion. Petunia was quivering at his feet, begging for forgivness. he said in a cold, and now emotionless voice. Evada Kedevera. he said the two deadly words while pointing his wand at her.
Okay there is chapter two.
