Fighting By Force
Disclaimer: Not mine, m'kay?
Summary: At Privet Drive, Harry realizes what he need to do. One-shot.
A/N: This is one-shot for now, but depending upon how I like it and how others do, I *may* continue it. If you review, tell whether I should keep going or not.
Harry awoke suddenly, realizing how he was to truly fight Voldemort. Their wands could not be used against each other. He had to get a new wand, that would never perform the way he needed it to, or do it by force.
Voldemort had to kill Harry himself, so Death Eaters could not hurt him with the killing curse. This is insane, Harry thought. I have to kill him with my bare hands. Suddenly the thought pleased him, hurting the man who caused everyone in his life pain, even ones he really didn't like, Aunt Petunia for instance.
Harry looked at the digital clock (previously Dudley's). Four am, he thought. I could get up now.
Harry got up early and took a shower. He changed into his Muggle clothing. Harry took a quick look at his school books and started downstairs to make breakfast.
Fifteen minutes later, when Petunia got up, she was shocked to find her nephew cooking breakfast, according to Dudley's diet, for her entire family.
"Umm…Aunt Petunia?"
"What?" the older woman snapped.
"I'm not going to ask you about the Howler anymore."
Petunia breathed a sigh of relief. He had spoken only to ask her how she had known Dumbledore. He had did that every day, and silent and depressed and sullen otherwise. It was a constant source of worry to her. She was afraid he might find out, and tell her husband.
Very persistant, eh Lilsters? Petunia thought. Like how you describe his dad. I miss you Lily. I really do.
Vernon Dursley walked downstairs. He sat down in his normal chair, reading the paper, just like a normal day
"Umm… Uncle Vernon?"
A small grunt indicated that the large man was listening.
"Could I have a membership to a gym?"
"What? Why?"
"Because I need to fight off a crazed lunatic whose life currently revolves around killing me."
Vernon paled slightly, but quickly recovered to have his face settle on a red-ish magenta color. He quickly remembered the shabby looking man, the man with abowler hat and a funny eye, and the girl with the offensive hair color.
"No."
"But, please!"
"No."
"But please sir, I need to be able to fight him off so he doesn't take over the world! He wouldn't leave any of what you guys call normal people alone."
Vernon paled. "You are not going to a gym. What if someone finds out about your... your abnormalities?"
"They won't! Please!"
"You may use the gym equipment down cellar, but if you break anything, you will regret ever being born."
Harry sighed, the equipment downstairs was in pretty bad shape. Maybe if he wrote to Lupin, or Tonks, they would come and make it decent equipment.
Moony, he began to write.
Hey, I'm ok. I need you to come fix something here, but maybe during a night? I don't want the pig-people to know you were here.
Prongs 2
Harry looked it over, desperately trying to make sure it was safe enough to send. He couldn't have Lupin being hurt because of his idiocy.
***
At nine o'clock, Harry pretending to go to bed, when he really grabbed his invisibility cloak, and headed downstairs again.
The Dursley's went to bed soon after, and Harry fell asleep on the couch.
***
Three days later, Harry was nearly killing his punching bag in the cellar. He thought of what he was fighting for and with each hit,, his rage to make Voldemort pay increased. He thought of his parents, Sirius, Cedric, Cho, Ginny. He thought of those he had never lived to see, or of those who would not be able to understand the full situation. Like Neville's parents.
And as he went to bed that night, he smiled to himself. Everything would be ok, because he'd be fighting by force.