Author notes: Sorry I haven't updated for ages! This chapter will be written from the POV of Harry, but it will be in the third person. The RW/HG romance starts in the next chapter, so if you can't wait for it, you can skip this chapter; there is nothing EXTREMELY important. However, if you do skip this chapter, there are some things that I will refer to in future chapters that you will not understand! So I urge you to read this chapter! And review it! I only have a few reviews for this story at the moment, and you don't know how much it means to me to see 'FF Review Alert' pop into my inbox! So get reading and reviewing

Chapter 3 – How sweet revenge is.

Even though Harry had despised Privet Drive all his life, he had a funny feeling that this time round, it would be a little more enjoyable. He was no longer underage, and so, for the first time at the Dursleys, he could perform magic. He grinned just thinking about it.

"What are you grinning at, boy?" his uncle asked angrily from the driver's seat. Normally, Harry would have ignored his uncle, but this time… this time was different.

"Oh, not much," he said calmly, "just thinking about what great fun I will have now that I can do magic."

His uncle sneered. "Pull the other one!" he said, rolling his eyes. "You can't do magic out of school and you and I know it. You don't want that freak school to expel you now, do you?"

"It may have come to your attention, uncle, that I've finished my time at Hogwarts. I'm not a student anymore; I'm a fully trained wizard, and I can use magic any time I wish." Harry smirked, milking the look on his cousin's face for all it was worth. His uncle's reaction, however, differed slightly.

"Right then." He said, stopping the car. "Get out! You no longer have reason to keep your ungrateful ass in my home!" Harry remained seated, and if Petunia hadn't intervened at the moment, things could've got ugly.

"Vernon, dear. Harry stays with us. He's staying until his birthday, and no arguing!" she said, then added, "and that means both of you!" she turned round to glare at her son, who whimpered and nodded. Harry was overcome with wonder at how quickly his aunt had stepped to his aid, and was very grateful. Vernon growled, and droved off once more, temple throbbing. Harry was feeling quite contented with himself. Smiling at Dudley (a rare event), he contemplated just how fun revenge was gonna be.

It was the morning after Harry's last day at school. He woke up at the Dursleys', and, for the first time ever there, he smiled. He got up and strolled down the stairs, as if he owned the place. The rest of the family were already downstairs, whispering. They stopped, however, when they saw Harry, and Dudley even went as far as to offer him a chair. On the opposite side of the table from him. Harry sat down and pulled his plate of bacon and eggs towards himself. Everyone watched him stuff himself in silence, which was then broken as soon as he had finished his last mouthful, by Pig, Ron's owl.

"Pig!" Harry exclaimed, jumping up to open the window.

"Well I never, a flying pig," Vernon muttered darkly, before adding to Harry, "how many times, boy? Not in broad daylight." Harry ignored him and proceeded to untie the letter and parcel from Pig's ankle, while feeding him bits of fat off Dudley's plate. He took it upstairs to read, after giving Pig a pat and a Knut.

Hey Harry!

He read in Fred's untidy scrawl.

Hope Pig didn't get lost on the way. We heard you had a few pranks planned for Dudley, and we thought we could make things a little easier for you by providing you with some products (no need to pay; you know why). Inside attached parcel, you will find:

3x jaw-locking toffee (dur, what do you think these are for!)

2x luminous balloons (a distraction if you ever need to get away- fast. These worked on Snape, they'll work on your uncle!)

4x canary creams (but only if you promise to snap us some pictures!)

Give them hell from us!

Harry smiled, and unwrapped the parcel. Everything stated in the letter was in there; plus a few treats from Honeydukes 'for his own enjoyment', as the letter went on to say. Harry stuffed a sugar quill in his mouth, and then hid the parcel and letter under the loose floorboard under his bed.

"Hey Dud-ley!" Harry called quietly. His cousin spun round, recognising the voice. But there was no one there. He scratched his head, puzzled. He was just hearing things, he decided, and turned back to the fridge.

"Dud-ley!" Harry called again, louder this time, so Dudley knew without doubt that the voice was there. His cousin spun round again, narrowing his eyes. But through the fierceness, Harry could see that he was scared.

For a moment, Harry felt a pang of guilt. Then he felt angry. Why should he feel guilty? This was his cousin Dudley. The one who hadn't hesitated one iota when it came to torturing Harry. With a grim determination, Harry resolved to set the score straight. He tiptoed quietly in an arc around Dudley, over to the fridge. Now Dudley's back was to him. He slammed the fridge door shut, and stifled his laughter as his cousin whirled round, sweat dripping down his pale. Again, Harry tiptoed around Dudley in an arc, this time walking over to the kitchen sink. He turned on the tap full blast. Dudley whimpered as the water sprayed up from the dirty bowls and plates resting in the sink, waiting to be washed. Harry had got the angle just right: now Dudley was dripping with dirty water. A smile of satisfaction spread slowly across his face as he walked out the room. His work there was done. Harry-1, Dursleys-0.

How sweet revenge is.

When he got home, Vernon was furious. He found his son kneeling on the floor, drenched in dirty water, and looking kind of frightened. He summoned Harry to his side immediately, knowing that it was his entire fault.

"Clean this up!" he barked, as soon as Harry appeared on the stairs.

"Ok!" he said brightly, surprising his uncle greatly. This surprise quickly turned to anger, however, as Harry pulled out his wand.

"Don't you point that bloody thing at me!" he shouted, going red in the face. "You're gonna clean this up with a bit of bloody elbow grease; I'll have no magic in my house!"

"No." Harry said. One word; short and simple. But it was enough to get the rage pumping round his uncle's body, and steam coming out of his ears.

"What did you say? What did you say, boy?"

"I said, no." Harry replied calmly, then turned his back on his uncle and started to walk away.

Turning his back was a bad idea.

From that moment, everything happened at once. Vernon launched himself at Harry, pulling him down to the ground. Almost straight away, Harry pulled out his wand and stuck it in his uncle's face. Harry's Aunt Petunia walked in and promptly fainted. Seeing his uncle's lapse in concentration, Harry fired a shot of Flipendo, but it missed and hit the fridge, which began to topple. Unfortunately for Dudley, at the time he was kneeling in front of it. Vernon leapt off Harry and only just in time managed to save his son from certain death. Meanwhile, Harry had recovered from Vernon's attack, and as his uncle started back towards him, arms outstretched, he aimed another Flipendo shot. It hit Vernon, with flawless accuracy, on the forehead, and he tumbled back for a soft landing on his son. The wind had been knocked out of both of them, and Harry grinned, turned, and ran. Harry-2, Durleys-0.

The next few weeks were great fun for Harry, considering all the tricks he played on his guardians. And he got a good few pictures of Dudley as a canary, too. But even though he had such fun getting his own back, he was still excited about going to the Burrow. He missed his friends. And he didn't doubt that he'd have a lot more fun with Ron and Hermione. However, he didn't consider the fact that Ron and Hermione had been having a lot of fun in his absence, too.

Author Notes: hope you like! The next story I will be updating is 'Must Be Love…', and I'll be giving you the long awaited 12th chapter! God that sounds so good! Lol neways, hope you like, and please please leave your comments! Thanks!