Author's Note: This chapter is going to be graphic, but I hope you enjoy it.  I would also like to take this opportunity to remind you that this story is not going to be canonical.  I will be making a lot of changes to the story line and other elements.  If you don't like, don't read.  Flames will be used to warm my shack.

Disclaimer: Would I live in a shack, in Vegas (which happens to be one of the hotter places in North America) if I were richer than the Queen of England?  I think not.  I don't own Harry Potter.

            "Did you see the paper, Wormtail? We made the front Page."

            The rat squeaked and Harry laughed.  He got up and walked to the front counter.  "Do you accept Muggle money, Tom?"

            The wizened barkeep nodded absently and said, "That'll be ten pounds."  (A/N: this isn't a "Money Crazy! Harry" so I haven't made an actual exchange rate).

            Harry threw him a wad of bills, picked up Wormtail, and left.

            "So Wormtail, how about we go torture and kill some Muggles?"

            The rat squeaked with what could only be called excitement, and with a 'pop' they were in front of Number Four Privet Drive.

            Vernon Dursley awoke to pounding on his front door.  As he stumbled down the stairs, he shouted, "I'm up, I'm up, hold on."  He jerked the door open and was surprised to see his good-for-nothing nephew and a strange looking man he had never seen before.  "Who is this? And what are you doing up out of your cupboard?" he snarled.

            "This, dear uncle, is Wormtail, and we are planning on having a little fun.  Imperio."  He twirled around his wand and, like a puppet, Vernon twirled around.

            Wormtail sniggered, "He looks like a ballerina."

            Harry let out a bark of laughter "He does, doesn't he?"

            He turned his attention back to his puppet.  "Vernon, go get your son and wife."

            Vernon, zombie that he was, rustled off to obey.

            While Vernon was doing his bidding, Harry went over to the kitchen and grabbed a few items necessary to carrying out his plans. A maniacal smile formed on his face; this would be fun.

            When he walked back into the living room, he was pleased to see the rest of the Dursleys sitting on the sofa with Vernon, who was standing slack-jawed to the side.  He smiled at the large man and selected a knife from his assortment of kitchen utensils.  He handed it to Vernon and said, "Remove your son's abnormally large head from his almost nonexistent neck."

            Dudley started whimpering when his father approached him and Petunia shrieked, "What are you doing?!"

            Vernon didn't answer, nor did he pay attention as Dudley's whimpers became screams.  He grabbed his son's blond hair and with a squelching sound he removed the boy's head.

            Harry thought that it was rather disgusting; he could see a bit of the spine sticking out of the neck as the lifeless body fell on the floor, and a small part of the spinal cord was dangling from the head in Vernon's hand.  He stepped aside as the blood started to creep across the floor, and then he pointed his wand at the sobbing form of his assumed aunt.

"Imperio."

The crying stopped immediately as Petunia sank into the void of the Imperius curse.

"You knew for a fact that Lily had no child, yet you took me in.  For that kindness, I thank you… Avada Kedavra."  He looked on emotionlessly as her body fell lifeless to the floor.

            Harry turned back to Vernon and waved his wand, breaking his Imperius.  Vernon looked at the head in his hand and shrieked.  He dropped it and crumpled to his knees sobbing.

            "Why…why…Dudders…."  His mutters became intelligible after that.

            Harry had planned on allowing a few moments of grief before he tortured Vernon, but he decided at the last minute to get over with it.

"Crucio."

Vernon fell to the floor face first, screaming.

            Harry screamed back, "CRUCIO!"

He took morbid pleasure in watching the man who had made his life miserable for the past eight years scream, and when the screaming subsided into begs for mercy Harry shouted at him, "WHAT MERCY DID YOU GIVE ME WHEN DUDLEY BLAMED ME FOR SOMETHING? CRUCIO, CRUCIO, CRUCIO"  At the last curse, the vein on Vernon's temple burst and the screams fell silent.  He was dead.   

            Harry turned and saw Wormtail watching him in horrified awe; he glared back at him and snarled, "Put up the mark!"

 Wormtail scurried to obey.  Something in his master's eye said that slowness would not be tolerated.

Harry and Wormtail sat silently in the common room of the Hog's Head tavern in Hogsmeade.

            "The next thing we must do is release my loyal followers.  I want you to sneak into the ministry and find out where Azkaban is—get a map if you can.  Then I want you to get the layout and the locations of all the prisoners."  He paused and considered.  "While you're at it, I want you to get the trial records of all the Death Eaters who schemed their way out, and then I want you to go to Hogwarts and bring Severus to me. Do you understand?"

            The rat nodded, eager to please.  "Yes Master."  There was a pop and Wormtail was gone.

Next Chapter: Snape and Prison Break.

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