Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I wish I did, but I don't.
A/N I don't know what's wrong with me, but this fic. is turning darker and darker with each chapter. Maybe I'm depressed or something. *Oh, well* I also noticed that my main character (Harry Potter) tends to think too god damn much so I'm planning on fixing it in the next chapters so bear with me for now.
Good news is that I already have the ending planned.
Bad news is…
…I can't tell you…
It's HORRIBLE.
So keep reading and you'll find out for yourself…
Sweet Revenge
Harry Potter was sitting in his room, in his uncle's house, looking out of his window thinking just how angry he was. He was beyond angry. He wanted to KILL. Not just anybody, but his Dursley foster family.
Harry actually lost track of times when they made fun of him (Dudley), abused him (his aunt and uncle), made him do things (like Dudley's chores or some light and/or heavy labor that he had no reason to be doing, not a good reason). They always called him a freak, a little monster, but worst of all, they always abused the memory of his long dead parents.
They did it again today, so naturally, the new and improved Harry wanted to kill or at least injure them for it. For everything sick and nasty thing they had ever done, first to his mother, than to his father and later him. He had enough knowledge and strength to do it. He was used to killing things. It was too easy.
The-Boy-Who-Lived realized that making life of Harry Potter miserable and calling his parents names was not a capital offence. Should it become one now?
That last thought was disturbing. What was he doing, thinking like that? Voldemort was definitely robbing off him in the wrong way. Not that he had much experience dealing with the famous mass murderer, but it was definitely more than enough to last him a lifetime.
Well, on the bright side, he did not kill Dursleys. Actually, he did not do anything; he just stalked off to his room trying to get all his wild emotions under control. Now, after carefully thinking it over, as much as it was possible with his anger still rampant in his system, Harry realized that he would not do it, no matter how much he wanted to. He would never murder somebody in cold blood, even somebody as mean and nasty as his uncle. He was supposed to be a hero and heroes did not kill (not usually). There was nothing Harry could do withought some major consequences, like him being sent to Azkaban or worse. He was not ready to give up everything he cared for in his life for a moment's pleasure.
Harry survived many "adventures" during the course of his young life. First it was that fight (if you can call it that) with Lord Voldemort over the Sorceress Stone, then the adventures in the Chamber of Secrets occurred, after that the Twizard's Tournament took place and last, but certainly not least, was that hell-hole of a training place where Siruse send him. Actually, there were many more "adventures", like Aragog and his gang of friendly spiders, but compared to everything else things like that were to minor to remember. So, Harry didn't.
Potter junior went through a lot of shit that a person his age should not have. Hell, no one should go through that!
Harry Potter had many unique experiences which taught him things that he would not have, should not have, normally know.
Dursleys did not realize just how dangerous this boy could be. Harry just started understanding it himself.
It is so easy to kill another being. If the time spend in that green hell-hole of a world showed anything it was how easily life can be taken away.
At the beginning of his training, first couple of days, every time when Harry had to fight off his attackers he usually tried to stun, slow down, frieze… do anything that would keep the waives of monsters away with minimum amount of damage to them and to Harry himself. But then, when a fallen "fairy" just gets up and starts another attack completely ignoring Harry's concerns for it's health or when a wild animal, disregarding all the possible ways to die and just fights, a person is bound to change. That was exactly what happened to Harry. He changed. He adapted. He killed. He survived.
It was easier to kill the enemy and not worry about it coming back than keep it alive and pay for it in blood.
Harry could not feel guilty. Those flying monsters that resembled fairies were probably not much different from house elves. Meaning: they probably had their own society, language, laws… families.
Harry still killed many of them.
It wasn't like he had a choice. Not really. He had to do it to survive and he did. He could not fell guilty for living, so he was not going to, right?
Cedric. Cedric was different. He was not killed by Harry, not directly, but The-Boy-Who-Lived still felt guilt nagging at him. He felt responsible for Cedric's death. But now, after going to that pitiful excuse for a world, Harry new what he was. He was still a long way from Lord Voldemort, but not the little innocent boy he used to be either.
He killed. And it was so easy to take somebody's life. Too easy. At some point in time, during his "training", Harry felt all powerful, almost invincible and ready to take on anyone and anything. That must be how Voldemort felt. But then something terrible happened that brought Harry back… something that he did not want to remember. Ever.
***
Uncle Vernon was angry.
Harry's little show of emotion scared the shit out of Dursleys. So when Harry did not do anything to them, just stormed up the stairs, back to his room, muggle family reached their own conclusions as to why. That was probably the main reason for Vernon's anger now: he was pissed at himself for being terrified by the boy earlier. Dudley and Petunia were just relieved and happy that nothing happened. Now, they all assumed that Harry was powerless to do anything, or that's what they thought.
***
Harry was greatly relieved to get his anger under control. He did not want to become some evil monster like Voldemort, or something worse…
Now that he went through everything in his head Harry felt much better. And the lousy day suddenly became bright and beautiful so Harry decided to go outside, to the park near his uncle's house.
Harry desperately needed to relax and have some quiet time withought anything trying to kill him or anybody tempting him to… well, he just needed time.
The day was just as beautiful as it looked from the inside. Sunshine, birds going about their birdy business, green non-threatening leaves and harmless trees, a perfect day to go to park, sit on the emerald green grass and do absolutely nothing. And that was exactly what Harry planned on doing. Nothing.
The walk to the park was uneventful, with Harry counting the windows in all the boring little houses that he passed by. It helped Potter keep his mind from slipping in some less than wonderful direction like it usually did.
When he reached his destination Harry found a perfect spot on the grass by the big green tree. Sitting down in the chosen place Harry proceeded with his plan of not thinking. He tried really hard not to. He also tried to keep himself from getting angry at his F-family all over again, which would help keep them alive and preferably healthy. But it was not meant to be. At least not for Dudley.
At that same exact moment, the overweight bully (Dudley) was walking back home through this park, probably for another lunch.
Dudley PoV
There he was, the little freak. Sitting under the tree as if nothing happened.
Nothing did happen, except that Harry scared the shit out of Dudley and his parents which made the bigger boy just as angry as his father usually was.
When Dudley saw Harry's anger he was ready to piss his pans (A/N and maybe he did, but I'm not going there). He thought he was going to be turned into a pig or worse. But nothing happened. When Harry just left, Dudley and his parents assumed that the "little freak" could not do anything. He could not do magic, that was one thing Dudley was sure about, and withought magic Dudley felt confident that he could take him on any day of the week, which he liked to do on numerous occasions.
This summer Harry was different, not that Dudley paid any attention to him, but the changes were so obvious that even Dudley with his less than or average intellectual ability could not ignore them. Harry looked… dangerous.
There was no apparent reason for this change in Dudley's favorite punching bag. So like a true Dursley that he was, Dudley decided to ignore all abnormality. To prove to Harry and himself that everything was still the way it was for the last fourteen years Dudley decided to teach Harry a lesson.
What could go wrong?
Harry's PoV
He saw Dudley coming his way and all his previous anger immediately came back. Usually it was fun to get rid of all frustration at his cousin's expense (he also had to remember to duck) but not today. Not that Harry cared about his stupid pig of a relative, but Harry did not want to be expelled for doing something rash.
It was frustrating, to know so many spells, curses, hexes and charms that could take care of his little family problem in a second and not being able to use them. It felt almost like a physical pain and as Dudley came close it gradually became more and more intense.
Harry just wanted, no, needed to know how to pay back his "loving" cousin for all the "happy" years he had because of him withought having his wand snapped in half afterwards. He desperately *needed* it.
And suddenly, as if a wall was broken in Harry's mind, memories and knowledge flooded his brain and… Harry knew.
Thousands of years of knowledge were in his head, all at once. His head felt like it was going to explode. It was not pain. It was… it was … different. It was worse.
Just as Harry Potter thought that he could not take it anymore the sensation stopped. The-Boy-Who-Lived was back in the real world and according to Dudley's position everything took less than a second.
Dudley stopped, probably after seeing something in Harry's eyes. After hesitating for a moment Dudkins the Great went on.
Dudley did not feel like talking, Harry would probably make some smart remarks that "the smartest boy of his class" could not respond to (not right away and probably not right). So Dursley junior decided to get right to business and as he came within reach of his motionless cousin Dudley was already raising his massive fists for a strike at Harry, thinking his cousin defenseless and with nowhere to run.
"I would not do that if I were you, Dudley-Poo" said perfectly calm, maybe a little angry, Harry.
That stopped Dudley so his brain could register what was said.
"Or, what?! You're going to use you know what? You KNOW you're not allowed to" was Dudley's confident response (he hoped it was confident).
"I don't need my wand to put you in your place" continued Harry adding "not anymore" to himself and then in the louder voice "Ickle Duddykins"
Dudley's face changed color, so much like his fathers, as he raised his fists once again trying to intimidate Harry (didn't work).
"You are forgetting YOUR place, you freak. What are you going to do, fight me? You are probably even weaker than your stupid freak of a father who went and got himself killed. He probably did that on purpose, because he could not stand to be around you."
And after this little speech Dudley proceeded to try and strike Harry with his left than his right hands.
His fists connected with nothing but air, where Harry's head used to be.
Potter easily sidestepped the punches and was now looking Dudley straight in the eyes, which was scaring the big boy.
He shouldn't have said anything about Harry's father, realized Dudley looking into burning green eyes, but it was too late. Harry was beyond angry again and now Dudley was in for it.
"Oh, oh" was the last thing Dudley managed to say before darkness claimed him.
After taking a quick step to the right to keep his face from a painful meeting with Dudley's fists Harry looked Dudley in the eyes and then proceeded to do what he dreamed about doing all his conscious and part of his unconscious life, knock the bastard out.
Harry struck the artery in the middle of Dudley's neck (1), held on for three seconds withought looking away from the scared eyes then let go, satisfied with the result as Dudley's limp body fell to his feet.
That felt good. Hell, it felt GREAT to finally get Dudley and withought using magic too.
Harry was wrong before. That book was the best thing that ever happened to him, after Hogwarts. Now he had all this useful info on how to fight, that was perfected by many wizards over the years. And Harry just NEW it all withought spending time actually learning it.
Harry was happy. But unfortunately everything has to come to an end and Harry's case was no exception.
He suddenly realized WHAT he did and what it meant for him. To confirm his conclusion Harry reached down to feel Dudley's pulse. There was none.
Of cource there is none, Harry was a little angry with himself (just a little). He did not plan on killing anybody today including his, pain in the ass, cousin. He *knew* that if he struck the place where the arteries split in the neck, all muscle activity will seize and the hart will stop. He knew, and still did it. Maybe he *was* turning into a crazy maniac like L.V. (2).
No, he was not!
Dudley still had approximately five minutes before his brain, or whatever filled his head, died. So, Harry could still bring him back.
"Mouth to mouth" was out of a question, but there had to be another way.
Harry had to think of something and fast or he'll have to look for a different place to live. Young wizard in training was sure that his aunt and uncle won't appreciate him killing their only son.
Moving on instinct, Harry touched Dudley's chest. Nothing happened.
Potter was getting a little worried right about now. He *needed* to do something and soon.
Suddenly, a little blue lightning shot out of Harry's hand jerking the motionless body of his cousin… and the pulse was back.
Stepping away from recovering Dudley Harry was curiously looking at his hands. That can be useful. A slow grin was spreading over Harry's lips when his happy thoughts were interrupted by a groan. Dudley was back to the land of the living and currently in the process of picking himself off the ground, looking pissed and scared at the same time.
"W-What did you d-do?" yelled Dudley, who apparently forgot all about his near death experience.
Harry did not answer him. He was turning to leave, ignoring Dudley. Harry just wanted to get to his room, write a letter or two and try out his new powers.
But Dudley was not accustomed to being ignored, so he tried to stop Harry from leaving. The bigger boy grabbed Harry's shoulder trying to spin him around when the-boy-who-lived reacted and touched Dudley again.
And the blue lightning came again.
It was not strong enough to kill the pig-look-alike, but it did make his clothes and his now standing-on-ends-hair smoke.
Dudley was shocked. Literally.
"You look good" Harry said in s serious voice, trying hard not to laugh.
Dudley could not find his voice. He raised his beefy hand to tough his smoking hair and as he did so, his expression changed from shocked to the one of pure horror. He tried to flatten it and failed.
"I-I… will tell my m-mother about t-this…" Dudley was slowly backing away in the general direction of his house and away from Harry, who lost the battle with himself and was now laughing uncontrollably.
"Y-you will… r-regret it" yelled Dudley before starting to run, full speed toward safety of his mother's skeletal arms.
Harry felt good. It felt much better than killing the jerk.
Everything suddenly seemed so-o much better than before and Harry Potter was finally at piece.
Before he turned around and came face to face with….
1) Don't try it a home. It hurt's like hell, even if you don't get the right place to knock the person out. I had to learn it in my martial art class. I did change it a little bit (ok, a lot), but the principle is the same.
2) Lord Voldemort
Special thanks to:
Born to Fire
Bon -- he's not normal and his parents ARE fucked up
Sakuli --thanks! (I also fixed the review problem)
Jess -- Thank you so much!
Tara
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James -- Will do… later
Athenakitty -- I just might do that… next chapter
Thank you!!!
A/N Thank you so-o much for everything and for all the reviews I got (and hope to get). I hope this chapter was not too bad (if you ignore Harry's mood swings).
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