AN: Here it is, my attempt at Vernon bashing! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I know, I forgot to put one on the last one, so here it is to make up for it.
I OWN SOD ALL!!
Now, on with the bashing!
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Morning arrived a few hours later on Privet drive. Golden sunlight trickled through the gaps in the curtains of Harrys room and the birds sounded the dawn chorus to welcome the day. But the boy who lived was not stirred by the world around him. The morning sun rose lazily into the sky, but Harry did not wake. Nor did he wake when Vernon banged on the door. Nor did he wake when his Aunt Petunia screamed downstairs.
If Harry Potter had awoken, he would have known that there was now another person in the house. Or rather, there was now an animal in the house. When Petunia had gone downstairs to the kitchen that morning to put out the milk bottles, she had seen something she had not expected.
Curled up asleep quite happily on the kitchen table was a great, black dog.
Petunia screamed and the animal awoke. It took one look at her, sat up, stretched, and then turned into a person.
Petunia screamed once more as she was met with the amused face of Sirius Black.
"Oh, do shut up Petunia." Mumbled Sirius, jumping off the table and walking around the kitchen.
Petunia, for her part, didn't do much more then simply stand there with her jaw working her mouth open and closed like a fish out of water. Suddenly, a head appeared around the edge of the kitchen door.
"Petunia, what's all the racket about-"Vernon Dursely stopped mid-sentence as he noticed the man before him.
"Vernon." Sirius nodded pleasantly.
Petunia ran to her husband, hiding her thin frame behind his massive bulk.
"What are you doing in my house?!" Demanded Vernon.
"Wish I knew, mate." Replied Sirius. "Well, suppose I might as well see Harry while I'm here, where is he?"
Petunia looked at her husband. Her husband looked at her. Then they both turned back to Sirius, both considerably paler then they had been just seconds before.
"The boy's not here." Said Vernon shakily.
Sirius looked at the man for a moment, his nostrils flaring.
"you're lying." Said Sirius.
Vernon swallowed loudly as he backed slowly out of the room. Sirius casual demenor from moments before was gone as he followed Vernon out of the room.
"Where is he, Dursley?"
"He...he's out," replied Vernon. "Gone to a friends house. Staying there this summer."
"No he isn't, Vernon. Stop lying to me." Both men and Petunia were now outside kitchen and Vernon was now attempting to back into the living room as Sirius followed.
"I'm not lying, you lunatic!" yelled Vernon. He backed further into the living room and eventually bumped into the table and was forced to stop. Sirius stopped too...about an inch in front of Vernon.
"I am going to ask you one more time, Vernon." Growled Sirius. "And I really, really recommend not lying to me again, because I swear on the name of any God that's up there if you don't give me a straight answer I'll give you a real reason to hate the wizarding world. So tell me. Where. Is. My Godson?"
"I...I-"Vernon swallowed nervously as he struggled to form words.
Sirius grabbed the front of the fat mans shirt as he yelled again "where is he, Vernon?!"
When Vernon still didn't answer, Sirius all but threw him aside. He spun around and strode into the hallway, his nostrils flaring again as he scented the air. He turned and made his way up the stairs, pushing aside the fat boy as he met him half way up.
Sniffing again, Sirius made his way to a closed door at the end of the hallway and burst in.
What he saw made the hair on the back of his neck stand up on end and all the blood that had formerly occupied he face drain to his feet.
"Harry?" The word was more a breath as it escaped his lips, barely audible to even his own ears.
For a moment, Sirius simply stood rooted to the spot, unsure of whether to help Harry or dismember Vernon.
Finally, the paternal instinct he harboured towards his Godson won out and Sirius hurried over to the boy where he lay on the floor. Harry was laying partially on his left side face down, but Sirius didn't want to move him just in case.
"Harry?"
He knelt down beside his Godson and lifted the arm that was over his face. The sleeve of the shirt peeled away reluctantly from the blood on his Godsons face.
"Harry, wake up," Sirius whispered. He touched Harrys face, but it was as cold as ice. "Harry, please be okay."
He touched the wrist of the arm he had just moved and felt the faint beat of a pulse beneath his fingers. He released the breath he hadn't been aware of holding and sat back on his heels.
For a full minute he knelt there, simply looking at the body in front of him as it took in and released shallow breaths. Some part of his mind was telling him he should be doing something, not just sitting there, watching, but it was only a small part of his brain, and it's voice wasn't loud enough to penetrate the fog of shock around Sirius mind.
There was one thing that he knew, though.
He knew, better then he knew his own name, that there was a man downstairs who needed to be killed slowly and painfully. He couldn't really link the knowledge to a reason, even though the reason was lying inches in front of him, but that didn't matter. Slowly, Sirius got to his feet and left his Godsons room.
Downstairs, he found Vernon, Petunia and Dudley Dursely all sat on the living room on the sofa.
He didn't say a word. The expression on his face didn't even change as he advanced on Vernon. He didn't hear the intakes of breath from the small family before him as he grabbed the man by the throat and heaved him from the sofa and slammed him into the nearest hard surface.
"What the hell did you do to my Godson?" He asked the man who couldn't answer as his windpipe was slowly crushed.
Some dulled part of his logical mind told him the man wouldn't be able to answer him, but that didn't stop him from repeating his question.
"What the hell did you do to him, Dursley?!"
Sirius threw him to the floor, landing on top of him, and let his fists fly.
"Did you really think you could get away with this, Vernon?!" He screamed. "Did you really think I wouldn't kill you for it?!"
From somewhere in the distance of his consiousness, Sirius heard a little voice telling him someone was screaming, but he didn't stop. He pummled Vernons face until it resembled red tapioca and he did not stop there. He felt a slender hand on his arm, trying in vain to pull him away, and again he heard screaming. And this time, he was sure that it wasn't from any of the occupants of the room.
Fist poised to strike again, Sirius stopped.
There it was again. Screaming. Not from any of the Dursleys. Not from anyone...
Sirius got to his feet and went back up to his Godsons room. The screaming continued, louder and louder, coaxing Sirius into a run until finally he burst through the door into Harrys bedroom.
His Godson was exactly where he had left him on the ground. Still injured, still unconscious, still silent. However, the voice in his head was still there, the same voice, now gasping for breath.
i help me, Sirius, i It whispered.
Sirius took a step towards his Godson, but the boy hadn't moved.
"harry?" He whispered.
But the voice in his mind did not speak again.
Sirius suddenly became truly aware of the situation. His Godson was lying not three feet in front of him, his body was broken and bleeding, and he was quite possibly dying.
And Sirius was just standing there.
He was Harrys' Godfather, and he was just standing there, watching him, watching him die, waiting for it to happen.
"Hold on, Harry" he whispered.
Grabbing the invisibility cloak from the chest across the room, Sirius grabbed his Godson, wrapped the cloack around the both of them and landed seconds later on the street outside St. Mungo's. Sirius ran through the barrier with his Godson and threw the cloak off of them both.
"We need help over here!" he shouted.
Instantly, a dozen or more medics were swarming around him, levitating in a stretcher, taking Harry from Sirius, probing and prodding, muttering spells and bringing in potions and instruments of all sorts as they levitated the boy down one of the corridors and away from Sirius.
The man, suddenly exhausted, collapsed into one of the hospital chairs and buried his face in his hands. He wasn't sat for long though. He had been there only a few minutes before a long shadow stretched over him.
"Sirius Black," said a hard gruff voice.
Sirius looked up, and was met with the faces of two uniformed Arours.
Sirius let out an exhausted sigh as he closed his eyes and ran his hand through his hair.
"there's someone want's a word with you, Mr. Black," said one of the gaurds.
Resignedly, Sirius just nodded, as he accepted defeat, and the two Arours swooped down upon him, seizing and arm each, and half dragged him to one of the hospital fireplaces.
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Well, not that I have sated my need to bash Vernon, I have no more reason to update...So give me one! Come on ppl, REVIEW! It's good for ya karma, don'cha know?
Disclaimer: I know, I forgot to put one on the last one, so here it is to make up for it.
I OWN SOD ALL!!
Now, on with the bashing!
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Morning arrived a few hours later on Privet drive. Golden sunlight trickled through the gaps in the curtains of Harrys room and the birds sounded the dawn chorus to welcome the day. But the boy who lived was not stirred by the world around him. The morning sun rose lazily into the sky, but Harry did not wake. Nor did he wake when Vernon banged on the door. Nor did he wake when his Aunt Petunia screamed downstairs.
If Harry Potter had awoken, he would have known that there was now another person in the house. Or rather, there was now an animal in the house. When Petunia had gone downstairs to the kitchen that morning to put out the milk bottles, she had seen something she had not expected.
Curled up asleep quite happily on the kitchen table was a great, black dog.
Petunia screamed and the animal awoke. It took one look at her, sat up, stretched, and then turned into a person.
Petunia screamed once more as she was met with the amused face of Sirius Black.
"Oh, do shut up Petunia." Mumbled Sirius, jumping off the table and walking around the kitchen.
Petunia, for her part, didn't do much more then simply stand there with her jaw working her mouth open and closed like a fish out of water. Suddenly, a head appeared around the edge of the kitchen door.
"Petunia, what's all the racket about-"Vernon Dursely stopped mid-sentence as he noticed the man before him.
"Vernon." Sirius nodded pleasantly.
Petunia ran to her husband, hiding her thin frame behind his massive bulk.
"What are you doing in my house?!" Demanded Vernon.
"Wish I knew, mate." Replied Sirius. "Well, suppose I might as well see Harry while I'm here, where is he?"
Petunia looked at her husband. Her husband looked at her. Then they both turned back to Sirius, both considerably paler then they had been just seconds before.
"The boy's not here." Said Vernon shakily.
Sirius looked at the man for a moment, his nostrils flaring.
"you're lying." Said Sirius.
Vernon swallowed loudly as he backed slowly out of the room. Sirius casual demenor from moments before was gone as he followed Vernon out of the room.
"Where is he, Dursley?"
"He...he's out," replied Vernon. "Gone to a friends house. Staying there this summer."
"No he isn't, Vernon. Stop lying to me." Both men and Petunia were now outside kitchen and Vernon was now attempting to back into the living room as Sirius followed.
"I'm not lying, you lunatic!" yelled Vernon. He backed further into the living room and eventually bumped into the table and was forced to stop. Sirius stopped too...about an inch in front of Vernon.
"I am going to ask you one more time, Vernon." Growled Sirius. "And I really, really recommend not lying to me again, because I swear on the name of any God that's up there if you don't give me a straight answer I'll give you a real reason to hate the wizarding world. So tell me. Where. Is. My Godson?"
"I...I-"Vernon swallowed nervously as he struggled to form words.
Sirius grabbed the front of the fat mans shirt as he yelled again "where is he, Vernon?!"
When Vernon still didn't answer, Sirius all but threw him aside. He spun around and strode into the hallway, his nostrils flaring again as he scented the air. He turned and made his way up the stairs, pushing aside the fat boy as he met him half way up.
Sniffing again, Sirius made his way to a closed door at the end of the hallway and burst in.
What he saw made the hair on the back of his neck stand up on end and all the blood that had formerly occupied he face drain to his feet.
"Harry?" The word was more a breath as it escaped his lips, barely audible to even his own ears.
For a moment, Sirius simply stood rooted to the spot, unsure of whether to help Harry or dismember Vernon.
Finally, the paternal instinct he harboured towards his Godson won out and Sirius hurried over to the boy where he lay on the floor. Harry was laying partially on his left side face down, but Sirius didn't want to move him just in case.
"Harry?"
He knelt down beside his Godson and lifted the arm that was over his face. The sleeve of the shirt peeled away reluctantly from the blood on his Godsons face.
"Harry, wake up," Sirius whispered. He touched Harrys face, but it was as cold as ice. "Harry, please be okay."
He touched the wrist of the arm he had just moved and felt the faint beat of a pulse beneath his fingers. He released the breath he hadn't been aware of holding and sat back on his heels.
For a full minute he knelt there, simply looking at the body in front of him as it took in and released shallow breaths. Some part of his mind was telling him he should be doing something, not just sitting there, watching, but it was only a small part of his brain, and it's voice wasn't loud enough to penetrate the fog of shock around Sirius mind.
There was one thing that he knew, though.
He knew, better then he knew his own name, that there was a man downstairs who needed to be killed slowly and painfully. He couldn't really link the knowledge to a reason, even though the reason was lying inches in front of him, but that didn't matter. Slowly, Sirius got to his feet and left his Godsons room.
Downstairs, he found Vernon, Petunia and Dudley Dursely all sat on the living room on the sofa.
He didn't say a word. The expression on his face didn't even change as he advanced on Vernon. He didn't hear the intakes of breath from the small family before him as he grabbed the man by the throat and heaved him from the sofa and slammed him into the nearest hard surface.
"What the hell did you do to my Godson?" He asked the man who couldn't answer as his windpipe was slowly crushed.
Some dulled part of his logical mind told him the man wouldn't be able to answer him, but that didn't stop him from repeating his question.
"What the hell did you do to him, Dursley?!"
Sirius threw him to the floor, landing on top of him, and let his fists fly.
"Did you really think you could get away with this, Vernon?!" He screamed. "Did you really think I wouldn't kill you for it?!"
From somewhere in the distance of his consiousness, Sirius heard a little voice telling him someone was screaming, but he didn't stop. He pummled Vernons face until it resembled red tapioca and he did not stop there. He felt a slender hand on his arm, trying in vain to pull him away, and again he heard screaming. And this time, he was sure that it wasn't from any of the occupants of the room.
Fist poised to strike again, Sirius stopped.
There it was again. Screaming. Not from any of the Dursleys. Not from anyone...
Sirius got to his feet and went back up to his Godsons room. The screaming continued, louder and louder, coaxing Sirius into a run until finally he burst through the door into Harrys bedroom.
His Godson was exactly where he had left him on the ground. Still injured, still unconscious, still silent. However, the voice in his head was still there, the same voice, now gasping for breath.
i help me, Sirius, i It whispered.
Sirius took a step towards his Godson, but the boy hadn't moved.
"harry?" He whispered.
But the voice in his mind did not speak again.
Sirius suddenly became truly aware of the situation. His Godson was lying not three feet in front of him, his body was broken and bleeding, and he was quite possibly dying.
And Sirius was just standing there.
He was Harrys' Godfather, and he was just standing there, watching him, watching him die, waiting for it to happen.
"Hold on, Harry" he whispered.
Grabbing the invisibility cloak from the chest across the room, Sirius grabbed his Godson, wrapped the cloack around the both of them and landed seconds later on the street outside St. Mungo's. Sirius ran through the barrier with his Godson and threw the cloak off of them both.
"We need help over here!" he shouted.
Instantly, a dozen or more medics were swarming around him, levitating in a stretcher, taking Harry from Sirius, probing and prodding, muttering spells and bringing in potions and instruments of all sorts as they levitated the boy down one of the corridors and away from Sirius.
The man, suddenly exhausted, collapsed into one of the hospital chairs and buried his face in his hands. He wasn't sat for long though. He had been there only a few minutes before a long shadow stretched over him.
"Sirius Black," said a hard gruff voice.
Sirius looked up, and was met with the faces of two uniformed Arours.
Sirius let out an exhausted sigh as he closed his eyes and ran his hand through his hair.
"there's someone want's a word with you, Mr. Black," said one of the gaurds.
Resignedly, Sirius just nodded, as he accepted defeat, and the two Arours swooped down upon him, seizing and arm each, and half dragged him to one of the hospital fireplaces.
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Well, not that I have sated my need to bash Vernon, I have no more reason to update...So give me one! Come on ppl, REVIEW! It's good for ya karma, don'cha know?