Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters used in my story, I am merely playing around with them.
'Life really sucks living with these arseholes' thought Harry while doing his transfiguration homework. 'They make me resort to doing it under the bloody covers. I wish I could curse them. Suddenly Harry had a revelation, 'How many time has Voldermort come to m in my dreams? Thousands of times, so if he can get into my mind, what is stopping me from getting into his?' said Harry out loud, already beginning Harry's journey into madness. He started to concentrate on Voldermort's mind and went into a trance, as all his memories and knowledge flowed into his brain.
He woke up feeling different, yet powerful, had his plan worked? Without noticing it, had he in fact entered the dark lord's psyche? He remembered last night's thoughts, and realized that he now knew how to mask his magical signature…. And a hell of a lot more than that. Suddenly out of the blue, Harry starts to laugh like a psychotic maniac 'mwahahahahahahha the Dursley's have no idea what they are in for' shouted Harry at the top of his lungs'
Shortly after, dear uncle Vernon raced his fat arse up to his nephew's room 'what in blazes are shouting about potter?' shouted Vernon at the top of his already breathless lungs. Harry thought for a moment... 'Hmm... little verny wants to play I see, he has come all the way up the stairs to visit his favorite nephew' Uncle Vernon face suddenly became white like Harry's bed sheets, since the voice which had just spoken to him did not sound like Harry's at hall. Moreover, his skin began to blacken and his eyes became completely blood red. He became bigger and tore open his pajamas as he sprouted wings, and grew a tail. He now had horns and was holding a pitch fork, which was white hot and aimed at him.
Vernon opened his mouth soundlessly and pitched forward like a felled tree. Harry levitated over his body and jumped over the banister, landing soundlessly. He walked into the living room and tip toed behind the couch. He then jumped and land landed on top of Dudley, who was watching the Tweenies. Before Dudley could scream, Harry put his mouth next to his cousins' ear and screeched like a Banshee. Dudley then screamed like a little girl who got a first period. He paled when he didn't hear himself, and screamed 'I'm deaf! Muuuuuuuum! As he ran away into the kitchen. Petunia peered out of the kitchen and asked 'What is-------? and broke off as she saw a devil like creature watching TV in her couch. Harry turned round and screeched even louder, breaking all the glass in the house. The doors, the TV, the vases, everything exploded simultaneously among the Dursley's screams.
Harry calmly turned back to normal and proceeded to conjure himself a cake using magic, and poured himself a drink before going out into the street, to pay Mrs. Figg back for all those afternoons spent in her stinking house with her stupid cats. He knocked on the door, and when she opened the door he shouted, 'Trick or treat'. Mrs. Figg thought for a second and said 'treat', Harry looked at her laughed, OK, trick it is'. She tried to tell him 'but I -----'. She was cut off as her clothes began to shrink and impeded her breathing. Harry thought she looked so cute in those small clothes that he shrank her to the size of a doll and decided to hand her over to her cats to play with for a while. He then thought to himself; 'my work here is done'.
Author's Note: I know this is short, but it is my first try at writing a fanfic, and it is only the introduction. Please review!