Harry turned his face to his final victim. A maniacal grin spread across his face.
"Two down. One to go"
Harry approached the sobbing, helpless form of his former 'Guardian' and 'Aunt'. Even though she had only rarely participated in the torture, usually sitting out so to keep away from the 'freaks blood'
His fists clenched in anger as he remembered her taunts at his pathetic cries for help and pleas for them to stop. All of which had fell onto dead ears as they continued beating him.
"Why hello dear Aunt Petunia. How are you this fine day? Oh why are you crying? Is it because I just slaughtered your two favourite whales? Yes? No? There, there don't cry it will be over soon."
Petunia lifted her head. Her face was pair and tear stricken. Small splatters of blood covered her body and both her shoulders were dislocated from being hung by the manacles for too long.
"Go top hell you bastard, freak son-of-a-freak-bitch. You deserved everything we gave you. Actually you didn't deserve most of it. We fed you, clothed you, all due to our own hospitality. And is this how you repay us?"
"No" Harry replied coolly. "This is"
Petunia thrived in agony as beams of light exploded from Harry's out stretched palm.
Many were curcios, and a few were burning or blasting curse. Oh and to add a little flavour he added a cutting curse that would make millions of small lacerations appear all over the victims body.
He was lucky that his magic was invisible to the ministries scanners. No magic would be detected done by an underage wizard in #4 privet drive.
Finally he pointed his finger at her.
"Finite incantium"
Every spell that was on Petunias person was lifted. Including all the precautions he took to make the Dursleys not faint, or die before his fun was over.
Petunias broken but still living body flopped helplessly to the floor. Blood pouring from the many gashes and wounds. She vomited again.
"Go, tell all your muggle friends about me, my heiriteige. What i have become." Harry simply said before disappearing.
Petunia lay there panting. It was several minutes before the realisation hit her. They were dead. The last piece of her family was dead. Tears welled up in her eyes.
"Damn him." She muttered.
Suddenly she straightened and it hit her, again.
He had told her to go. To tell everyone about what he had done. A phrase suddenly came to mind.
'In the darkness of night, the savoir will fall. And with him will fall the moon and stars, and as the black sun rises. The light will be extinguished forever.'
She knew not what it meant. Or what her actions would do. But that day was the beginning for one of the darkest times of the world.
Darkness had awoken again. And it was angry
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"Two down. One to go"
Harry approached the sobbing, helpless form of his former 'Guardian' and 'Aunt'. Even though she had only rarely participated in the torture, usually sitting out so to keep away from the 'freaks blood'
His fists clenched in anger as he remembered her taunts at his pathetic cries for help and pleas for them to stop. All of which had fell onto dead ears as they continued beating him.
"Why hello dear Aunt Petunia. How are you this fine day? Oh why are you crying? Is it because I just slaughtered your two favourite whales? Yes? No? There, there don't cry it will be over soon."
Petunia lifted her head. Her face was pair and tear stricken. Small splatters of blood covered her body and both her shoulders were dislocated from being hung by the manacles for too long.
"Go top hell you bastard, freak son-of-a-freak-bitch. You deserved everything we gave you. Actually you didn't deserve most of it. We fed you, clothed you, all due to our own hospitality. And is this how you repay us?"
"No" Harry replied coolly. "This is"
Petunia thrived in agony as beams of light exploded from Harry's out stretched palm.
Many were curcios, and a few were burning or blasting curse. Oh and to add a little flavour he added a cutting curse that would make millions of small lacerations appear all over the victims body.
He was lucky that his magic was invisible to the ministries scanners. No magic would be detected done by an underage wizard in #4 privet drive.
Finally he pointed his finger at her.
"Finite incantium"
Every spell that was on Petunias person was lifted. Including all the precautions he took to make the Dursleys not faint, or die before his fun was over.
Petunias broken but still living body flopped helplessly to the floor. Blood pouring from the many gashes and wounds. She vomited again.
"Go, tell all your muggle friends about me, my heiriteige. What i have become." Harry simply said before disappearing.
Petunia lay there panting. It was several minutes before the realisation hit her. They were dead. The last piece of her family was dead. Tears welled up in her eyes.
"Damn him." She muttered.
Suddenly she straightened and it hit her, again.
He had told her to go. To tell everyone about what he had done. A phrase suddenly came to mind.
'In the darkness of night, the savoir will fall. And with him will fall the moon and stars, and as the black sun rises. The light will be extinguished forever.'
She knew not what it meant. Or what her actions would do. But that day was the beginning for one of the darkest times of the world.
Darkness had awoken again. And it was angry
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