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Revenge is sweet if you can do it from Heaven.

By Urd Molony.

Disclaimer: I own none of J K Rowlings characters, books, etc and such. I only own additional self-made characters.

Chapter 2; Inheritance

11.58- July 31st

Harry swiftly moved over to the wardrobe gathering what clothes he could wear that wouldn't fall off him if he walked, and threw them on the spread out invisibility cloak on his bed with the rest of his possessions that he could get in his room.

Ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding- - -

'Midnight already?' Harry thought. 'Wha-'

A great pulse of magic rumbled through No. 4, Privet Drive making all the walls tremble. A silver and gold mist seeped from the floor and roof, winding itself around Harry. The mist formed a cocoon around him. A scream of pain erupted from Harry's lips before he could stop it. He was burning. Freezing. His back felt like it was being pricked with ten thousand needles. His jaw and head ached horribly. His eyes were like lava in his head. But his scar- his scar was the worst. It bled freely, his blood was like poison. It seeped into his skin and burnt it. What was happening? He was meant to be coming into his inheritance tonight? Didn't that just mean his magic got a boost?

Harry opened his eyes when they had stopped burning too bad and saw his hand. Tanned. Strong. Perfect fingers. Long nails. "That's not right," he said remembering his pale, mottled hand from only a few minutes ago. "Gaaaaaaa!" who the hell owns that voice? Deep. Dark. Damn. "At least one thing about his inheritance isn't to bad," Harry laughed. "Wait a sec." Two fingers reached up to his jaw and touched one canine tooth. " Oh. Goody. I'm a vampire," exclaimed Harry experated, remembering DADA classes last year. "What else do I need to be more of a freak? Oh well. Time to get out of here once and for all." He said, his entire body darkening before-

"BOY! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU-" Vernon Dursley cut off from his ramble as soon as he saw the boy with the mist surrounding him, his eyes shining green and red in the darkness. Vernon stumbled back into the hall, tried to run down the stairs but was held in place by something he couldn't see.

"I have endured your torture for 16 years too long Dursley," The last word was spat out amidst the darkly deep voice, with an underlining of hissing. "I am now 17 years old, a wizarding adult. Free to use magic at will." Harry continued as he walked towards Vernon with his things floating behind him. The mist now seemed to be in him, forming a glowing line at the edge of his body. His hair was swishing around his feet, in magnificent black, silver, and gold waves. His body was noticeably taller, 6' 2" as apposed to the pitiful 5' 5" he use to be, hard muscles showed from Quid ditch and hard manual labor. The only resemblence he had to his once slightly feminine face was his large startling green eyes, otherwise… he was now utterly masculine. A longer face with a chisled jaw, arching brows above high cheekbones, and a straight nose, finishing with slightly elongated canines.Where there once stood a small, beaten boy now stood a powerful, and utterly dangerous young man.

"I will not kill you… today. I'll let someone else have that pleasure. Goodbye Vernon. I hope we never meet again. Insanium." Harry whispered, pointing his wand. Vernon's eyes widened comically, before he went into violent spasms. Harry smiled sadly, walking down the stairs, opening the cupboard with an unspoken command, and getting his trunk before leaving.

Standing on the front lawn, Harry closed his eyes and shrunk his things into his pocket. Two huge wings in a array of black, white, gold, silver, red and green hung from his back, moving back and forth slightly to get use to the feel of being out.

'Hmmm… that's why the pig was so scared. Ah well. Onwards then, to White Drive.

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Remus Lupin, Severus Snape, Minerva McGonnagol, Arthur Weasley, Kingsley Shaklebolt, Nymphadora Tonks, Alastor Moody, Hermione Granger and Albus Dumbledore apparated to No. 4 Privet drive at just after midnight on the birthday of Dumbledore's Golden Boys 17th birthday. They walked up the driveway only to see the door was already open.

"Sir, the girl shouldn't come in. She should wait outside until we know it's clear." Alastor growled at Albus, glancing askance at Hermione.

"What! I have every right to go in there. Harry is my f-friend." Hermione almost took out her wand and cursed herself on the spot when she tripped slightly on the word 'friend'. 'Stupid wishes a silly girl, he would never- no! focus.' Hermione berated herself once more before following the others after Albus's quiet reprimand of Alastor.

"Everybody. Wands out." Dumbledore commanded quietly.

They all went into the small house and up the stairs with no sound. Eyes scanned the surroundings, looking for any signs of a break in and attack.

"Merlins beard!" gasped Minerva McGonnagol when she saw the still, but alive, body of Vernon Dursley. Petunia Dursley and Dudley Dursley sat against the wall looking at him, in a kind of detached satisfaction.

" What 'appened 'ere" Moody growled.

" It seems we may be too late. Harry has been taken." Dumbledore observed.

" Taken? TAKEN? HE HASN'T BEEN TAKEN YOU IDIOT." Petunia Dursley suddenly screeched at the Headmaster, shocked gasps coming from a few of the Order members for the blatant swearing at the Headmaster. " He came into his true inheritance today and he did the right thing, and got the HELL OUT OF THIS HORRID PLACE!"

"What do you mean, 'horrid place'." Remus Lupin asked, his stomach lead.

" That monster-" she started again pointing to Dursley senior, " has been beating that boy since he was 5. Harry has protected myself and Dudley all throughout his life by never once complaining, always taking the blame. You never listened to the letters I sent you telling you to come and get him, that it wasn't safe. BUT YOU NEVER LISTENED YOU BASTARD!" Petunia screamed hysterically, but continuing her rant, "Harry will never forgive you. When he gets back you will pay for all that you've done to him. Go into his room. See what he's been through. Lily and James didn't trust you either, at the end. You'll get your due soon enough."

The Order all stared at the woman that had supposedly never loved her sister, or her nephew.

"Wait. Letters? You knew?" Remus yelled at Dumbledore. "HARRY WAS BEING BEATEN AND YOU KNEW BUT DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!" Remus's eyes turned yellow, and looked ready to kill.

Dumbledore looked all his long years, and more, at that moment. The sickly pale skin only heightened that. He murmured brokenly " What have I done?" but in his head, he murmured, "What will I do now? How can I win this war if I don't have the child of the prophecy?"

In the door to Harry's old bedroom Hermione just stood in terror, unable to realease the tears in her eyes.

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