Chapter 3 Home Sweet Dursley Home
Mr and Mrs Dursley, of number 4, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They enjoyed a quiet, ordered life with their 18 year old son who was still living with them. They were the sort of people who frowned upon anything abnormal or mysterious. There was one mystery surrounding them that caused them eternal shame and much gossip around Privet Drive. That was their nephew Harry Potter. He was apparently dangerous and attended St Brutus's Secure Center for Incurably Criminal Boys then summer of two years ago he had disappeared and never come back. Many rumors surrounded his disappearance. Some said he was put in jail others said that he had gone insane. Some even said the Dursley's had killed him because they were so ashamed to have a criminal in the family. Whatever the true story was the Dursley's never said. They had reverted to saying that they had never heard of someone called Harry Potter and slowly the neighborhood was starting to lose interest in a mystery that didn't seem to be going anyway.
It was slowly growing dark on a Sunday when a dark-haired boy turned up clad in long, black robes at the front of 4 Privet Drive. The street was quiet and people had gone inside for dinner so no one saw the boy suddenly appear out of thin air. He paused a moment looking at the house before walking to the door and knocking loudly. A voice could be heard from inside calling, 'Duddykins, dear could you see who's at the door please.' So he's still Duddykins is he, Harry thought, smirking faintly. A few moments passed before the door was opened. The boy that opened the door, although two years older than when Harry had last seen him had not changed much apparently, except outwards. He was now so large that he looked as if he wouldn't fit through the narrow doorway. The colour of his face changed so quickly after he saw Harry that it was funny. His face changed from a blotchy red to a pale white but didn't stop there and started turning grey.
'Wh-wh-at are y-ou do-o-ing here f-f-reak?' He stuttered backing away at a surprisingly fast rate.
'What? Not going to invite your favourite cousin in? I'm hurt.' Harry said in a mocking voice, walking in anyway. 'Why don't you come into the lounge room with me? I wanted to have a little chat with you and your parents. You know catch up on old times.' And with a wave of his hand Harry sent Dudley smashing through the door, landing with a loud thud on his face. Harry carefully stepped around him and looked around, seeing his aunt and uncle already in the lounge room. Expressions of shock, horror, fear and anger plainly showing on their faces.
After standing gob smacked for a moment Vernon seemed to remember himself. Drawing himself up and stalking angrily towards Harry his anger seemed to grow with every step. 'What do you think you're doing here boy?' He growled at Harry, 'you aren't welcome here and you know it. It was the best day of our life when you didn't come back. I suppose you've finished school and don't have any money or a place to stay and you think you'll come here to stay. Well think again. I won't have you in my house. How dare you come here using your freakishness on Dudley. I demand you leave at once!' Vernon's face had gotten redder and redder as his speech went on and saw that it seemed to have no affect on Harry. He was casually leaning against the wall, his face an expressionless mask. The mask he had perfected after living with the Dursley's for so long and having to hide any weakness from them.
'I think you misunderstand me.' Harry said smoothly. 'There is nothing I want from you. I just thought we could catch up on old times. You know talk about old memories. And we will. Here is but a little taste of what you subjected me too. This is the pain I felt growing up. Losing my parents, losing Sirius and having to live with you.' Pulling out his wand Harry pointed it at Vernon. His voice had a steely note to it as he said the incarnation, 'Reflecto Memoro.' He then repeated it for Petunia and Dudley. Harry watched the Dursley's with a kind of grim satisfaction as they lay writhing on the ground. Finally they would truly understand what they had forced upon him. Then again maybe not. They were so thick they would probably just think it was a random curse to inflict pain on them. Abruptly he broke off the curse.
'Thought that was bad, did you?' Harry asked, not expecting an answer. 'Well it's worse for me because they are my memories. I'd rather that than a thousand cruciatus. Hang on you don't know what the cruciatus curse is that.' A slow grin spread over Harry's face, 'well we will have to change that now won't we? Crucio.' As Harry yelled the curse the Dursley's started screaming. Harry watched with elation as they screamed. His first victims of the cruciatus curse and to be the Dursley's. He felt stronger and more powerful as he watched their pain. I did this. They deserve it for everything they did to me. A loud hoot sounded out, barley audible over the Dursley's screams but Harry turned to the dark brown who had landed on his shoulder, irritated at the interruption. 'What do you want now?' Harry asked angrily before opening the letter. What he read made him momentarily forget about the Dursley's and stare at the letter. Perfect.
Reflecto Memoro = reflect select memories and feelings of a person and make another person feel them.