chapter 5
The next day Harry woke up with a pounding headache. Groggily he reached to his right intent on feeling his nightstand for his glasses. To his surprise he felt more bed sheets. 'what the hell! my bed isn't this big!' Then like a tidal wave his memories of the previous nights activities came to him. He had forced all his 'relatives' to call him master and they became his slaves. After he was done 'breaking them in' Harry forced petunia to cook him a full 3 course meal with a huge medium rare steak with a side of mash potatoes and gravy with practically every favourite food of Dudley's. Harry chuckled at the look of hunger shown on Dudley's face. He straight out laughed when he remembered Dudley's face when he said only he would be eating that night.
The reason for him being on the bed he currently was on is because shortly after dinner Harry had locked all his 'relatives' in the cupboard under the stairs were he used to sleep, not of course till after he placed a dungbomb in it. With his newly gained servants in the cupboard he was free to move into the huge master bedroom. Deciding to check up on his servants Harry went to move downstairs. About half way down the hallway his stomach let out a rather large rumble. 'Well it looks like imp going to have petunia cook breakfast again.' Just before he placed his foot on the first step he heard murmuring from the cupboard. Choosing to listen to his servants conversation he cast a silencing charm on the stairs and made his way to the cupboard. Upon reaching the doorway to it he placed his ear against the wooden door.
"Bloody damn door! Why wont this damn thing open, or at least break?" 'hehe i put a locking and unbreakable charm on the door! hehe stupid muggles.'
''Dad! I'm hungry make the freak make me something to eat!"
"Don't worry Dudders as soon as daddy opens the door we will force him to make our breakfast."
"I will not have anymore of his damn freakiness in MY house! I don't give a damn about boldewart or whatever the fucking freaks name was! Oh when I get out of here the bloody brats going to pay!"
"No Vernon we mustn't upset the boy, remember what happened last night?"
"The bloody brat will be arrested and expelled from that freak school of his! Then he wont be able to use his little stick against us! I'll beat him into a pulp!"
"Way to go dad!"
Hearing enough of his servants bantering he lifted the unbreakable charm on the door. As soon as this happened the door was broken and they all came tumbling out. The first one to regain their minds from the initial shock was Petunia. Looking around to see how the door had finally collapsed in she finally caught site of Harry. Though this time he didn't have the wings and eyes anymore. She paled to an almost ghostly white and dropped to her knees before him. Seeing his wife bowing before his nephew Vernon launched himself at Harry. Harry, as soon as he saw this pointed his wand at Vernon.
"Crucio"
Dudley was never smart by any means when it came to school work. His teachers constantly called home to tell his parents what a horrible student he was. But one doesn't need hardly any intelligence in his situation. He had two options. Either bow to his most favourite punching bag or end up screaming and writhing on the ground like his father. Deciding on the former he got to his knees and bowed before Harry.
After having Vernon under the cruciatus for somewhere around thirty seconds Harry lifted the curse.
"Petunia make me and the rest of my servants breakfast."
"Yes Harry"
"Crucio! Yes what?"
"y-y-yes m-m-master right away!"
With that petunia walked shakily to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Vernon who was still suffering from the after affects of the pain curse lay on the ground twitching. Looking over to Dudley who was still on his knees bowing to Harry, Harry addressed him.
"Dudley I am aware that you have a gang correct?"
"Yes I do master"
''You will tell your gang to never enter this house or touch me in any way is that understood?''
''Yes master''
''Good''
Petunia who was just finished cooking breakfast called the rest of the houses occupants to the table. When Harry arrived he sat at the table followed by a still shaky Vernon and an extremely hungry Dudley. When petunia served them the food Harry frowned. He had gotten slightly burnt toast, burnt eggs and raw sausages. Looking over to were she was serving Dudley his huge plate witch was perfectly cooked Harry snapped out his wand and pointed it at Dudley's food.
"Accio Dudley's plate"
When Harry caught his plate he pushed his food to the floor.
"Petunia what the hell is that? Crucio. Petunia how dare you serve your master this filth! Crucio."
"I'm sorry master please forgive me, please have mercy master!"
"Get on your knees and eat this filth you call food! Dudley eat your fathers food."
As soon as petunia was done eating the nasty food off the ground Harry turned to her.
''Bring me Vernon's plate now!"
''Yes master'' when she came with Vernon's food that was also perfectly cooked Harry banished the food into her face.
Petunia let out a whimper as food rolled down her face and down her blouse. Harry who was about to laugh is arse off saw the food and grease run down petunia's shirt and down her chest. looking at her chest Harry quickly got a hard on.
'What the fucking hell? that is disgusting! How the fuck can I find that fucking attractive? Oh my god I'm gonna be traumatized for life now! Am I really that sick to get turned on by my giraffe of an aunt? God this is so wrong on so many different levels!' Soon Harry's midnite black wings burst out and tore through the shirt he had put on just before he came downstairs. 'Crap, there goes another shirt. How many shirts have I gone through in the past month? ten? twenty?'
Shaking his head of these thought and trying to forget about petunia's breasts he ordered petunia to put the now empty plate in front of Vernon. He then used the vomiting curse on petunia and watched her heave the burnt food onto the plate in front of Vernon.
"You will eat every last bite Vernon, or I will torture you until you go insane!" Vernon who was deathly pale at seeing Harry's wings burst forth again complied to Harry's demand. After watching his uncle eating the disgusting meal he locked them back up. He left petunia out since she started to stink and since he didn't want her to stink up the whole house he made her stand outside the cupboard while her husband and only son were in it. Harry's thoughts drifted back to petunia's breasts. They were not big by any means, nor were they small. They were just big enough to make a handful. Harry was trying to push these thoughts away when he cast the cleaning charm on her shirt. Distracted he cast it wrong and while it took the food away it also took her shirt as well. Harry was shocked when he was staring at the slightly wrinkly globes of flesh of one petunia Dursley.
a/n ewwwwww i know! that was a really short and nasty chapter! dont worry people this will NOT be a harry/petunia fic. this chapter was mainly helping with my character develpment with harry, although i enjoyed writting the torturement of vernon dursley. please r/r and thanks for reading!