Disclaimer: My name is not JK Rowling, so I don't own Harry Potter and co. I also don't make any money from this (darn!).
The Power of Heritage
Prologue
Harry was not happy. No he was beyond that, he was furious.
"Boy! I don't care what those freaks say! You will do as I say, and I will treat you how you deserve to be treated. You're a freak, and need to be treated as such! I'll show---"
Vernon never got to say what he was going to show Harry for suddenly Vernon was against the wall of his own home, about a foot off the ground, not able to speak, barely able to breath, with Harry floating right in front of his face.
"I will not take this from you, Vernon. I am not a freak. You're the freak for treating a child like a slave. You're the freak for beating a child like a punching bag. You're the freak for your prejudiced views and talking about things you know nothing about. I only came here because it was the last request of a man who was like a grandfather to me. I will be here until my birthday, and then I will be gone. Until then, you will either respect me or leave me alone. Is that understood?" Harry started off yelling, but ended in a deadly whisper. One that had all three Dursley's shaking and knowing they had better agree.
Vernon nodded his head quickly and was dropped from his position and landed with a thump that brought him to his knees. Harry calmly floated to the ground, grabbed his trunk and thumped up the stairs to his room, making as much noise as possible. He dragged the trunk into his room turned to the door to close it when it slammed shut, shaking the entire house, without his ever touching it.
Harry stood for a moment staring at the door. "How the hell did I do that?"
Authors Note: This is my first fanfiction, I do want honest opinions, but please be nice!