Richard strolled into the Dursley's residence as if he owned the place, with Harry following close behind him. The grin on his face as he thought about how he would FINALLY get his revenge for the shitty years he spent in their care.
"If a man slaps you on one cheek, SMITE him on the other," Harry muttered under his breath as he quoted LaVey. He felt a little bit worried about the cops, but he had Richard. He felt even more exhilarated as the adrenalin and spiteful glee course through his veins. The Dursely's backed away slowly before making a run for the back-door, windows and whichever exit that was the closest to the individual member, only to find them all locked.
"Ah-ah-aaah~" Richard wiggled his finger at them. "Naughty, Naughty prey~" He grinned and walked over to grab Dudley and drag him back into the kitchen, then proceeded to tie him to the table with Harry's help.
"Hey!" Vernon growled, his anger flaring as he watched what those FREAKS did with his son. "S-stop that!" He fumbled behind the drawers for his shotgun, hidden there in case someone ever broke in.
"Can I, daddy?" Harry said with a maniacal grin, looking at his uncle.
"Have a blast son!" Richard laughed.
It was not a nice laugh. It scratched and scraped at the inside of their souls like rusted nails on a coffin lid, and slithered in a way that made their skin crawl. It made even Vernon realise just how fucked they were, and he turned to flee.
"Come back and play, uncle~," Harry said, skipping after his uncle.
Vernon had reached the back door and was currently punching at it, screaming for help. Not that anyone could hear him, with all the warding Richard had done to ensure they weren't interrupted, but in his panicked stated, Version screamed and yelled and scratched the door like a wild animal trapped.
"No, no, no, please, no!" Vernon sobbed as he watched his nephew towering over him with his whole hand caught on fire. He cussed and cursed those freaks and that goddamned bloody Dumbledore that forced the freakish burden onto them!
"I remember when I pleaded with you! You showed me no mercy either!" Harry all but hissed as he reached out and pressed his hand against his uncle's chest, rejoicing in the cries and whimpers of his uncle.
The smell of scorched flesh and the imprint his hand left in his chest fascinated him. He realised that he loved the feeling of power over his uncle! That...man... that had made him feel so powerless was now writhing in pain underneath his touch, and he LOVED IT! Harry laughed wickedly. It sounded almost as horrifying as Richard's evil laughter. Perhaps even more so because it came from a very human child.
Harry grinned wickedly as he kicked his uncle, to the cheers of his new daddy. He had been worried about if he would be able to do this when they had stood outside the door, but right now, he was so hyped up on the rush of adrenalin, and the approval of his new daddy and he suddenly felt an urge to do something really, really impressive! Something so horrifying it would even make his daddy in awe! But what?! Harry had to admit he didn't really know anything about torture and he settled for crushing his uncle's nose and using magic to drag him into the living room to join the rest of his family.
Petunia and Dudley choked on a scream at the sight of him. It was not a pretty sight. He was currently groaning in pain while trying to both not touch the hand-print of a wound in his chest while slapping out the flames that had caught onto his shirt. Dudley had never, never seen his big, strong dad cry or sob, and to see him broken like that...
"Daddy!" Dudley chocked out. "You! You...!" Dudley turned to Harry and glared at him. "Stop hurting my daddy, you freak!" He yelled at Harry.
"Dudikins, no!" Petunia choked out in fear. She knew it! She had always known that that...that...demon-spawn of her sisters was no good! Oh, how she rued the day she ever took him in! "Curse you, Dumbledore! Curse you!" She sobbed.
"Dudley! What...a...coincident!" Harry grinned madly. "Remember how you always used to play 'Harry hunting' with me? But then I thought... 'Dudley Hunting sounds SO much more fun!" Harry grinned and loosened the ropes that were binding him. "I'll give you ten second's head-start. Better run faaaast~" Harry chuckled darkly.
"Fuck you! Fuck you!" Dudley yelled and went to punch his cousin, only to burn his fist before it even connected.
"Tick-tock, Dudley~," Harry said, waging his finger at him, and Dudley finally started to run.
Richard had, in the meanwhile, set up a sun-chair, and pulled up an exotic looking drink that he sipped through a straw as he watched the spectacle, laughing to himself. His son was coming along nicely. He was a pretty good daddy if he'd say so. Then again, he always knew he'd be a damned good father. He had so much love to give a kid! And fun lessons! What kid wouldn't want him for a father?! Richard grinned to himself and sent a few more sparks at Vernon, who was fighting a never-ending battle to extinguish the fires that kept popping up and burning his hair and clothes.
"PLEASE STOP THIS MADNESS!" Petunia screeched out from where she was huddling in a corner, bringing the commotion to a halt. She peered up frightened, hopeful that maybe, just maybe they'd listen.
"We gave you clothes! And shelter! And THIS is how you repay us?!" Vernon barked out, then froze in fear at the expression that fluttered across Harry's face.
"Clothes?! You call those rags CLOTHES?!" He yelled out, summoning his magic to wrap the Dursley's in conjured ropes and tying Vernon and Petunia to the chairs in the living room, and wrapping Dudley up in them and putting him on the couch. Then he smiled. It was a dark, polite, slightly unhinged smile.
"Of course... Where ARE my manners? Let me show you how...grateful I am for your...loving...care!" Harry said, and Richard got to his feet. From the way the Dursley's were whimpering, this was bound to be fun.
"What's that, son?" Richard inquired as Harry was busily transfiguring the living-room table into a roasting pit, pieces of it coming off to form the fire in the middle.
"Well... You SAID we'd have a picnic, right? Did you bring a roasting stick? Or anything big enough for the Pig de la resistance?" Harry grinned madly as he grabbed a red apple from the mantelpiece ornament and stuffed it into Dudley's mouth, fastening it with a sticking charm.
"DUDDLEKINS!" Petunia screeched out before Harry promptly gagged her and Vernon.
"Honestly. How rude..." Harry said, twisting a finger in his ear. "I might have gone deaf. NO consideration for others."
In the meanwhile Richard, half of his body sticking out from his ever-present purse was finally reemerging with a large stick.
"Ah, I KNEW I had kept this as a souvenir from those worm inhabiting pygmes!" He turned and grinned at his son. Well, his eyebrows raised in what one might assume was a grin.
"Awesome! Thanks, dad!" Harry said and hugged Richard, who returned the favour, almost chocking the kid. But Harry was used to that now and weaselled his way out of his death-grip, grabbing the stick. Then he proceeded to tie and crying, struggling Dudley to the stick by his hands and feet.
"Wonderful way to carry him, son, but you'll need some proper leverage to properly roast him," Richard said, evaluating his son's work.
"But if I shove it straight through him, he won't get to enjoy the picnic!" Harry said in an exasperated tone of voice.
"Not necessarily..." Richard looked like he was thinking. "There's this stasis spell... Cale taught it to me right after he'd burst into flames for some reason. Just in case...you know... I had to keep him alive 'til we could get to a healer."
"Cool!" Harry said as he watched closely as Richard performed the spell, before quickly sharpen the stick and shoving it up Dudley's ass and out his mouth...and the apple. Petunia cried out in horror behind the gag and struggled against the ropes. Richard wiped imaginary sweat drops from his forehead.
"Phew. That was harder than it seemed. They've fatted up this pig more than strictly necessary."
He poked Dudley, who was still alive, and obviously in pain as blood spattered to the floor. "That can't be good for my diet." He muttered.
"Come on son, let's get this pig into the roasting pit!" Richard said, grabbing one end of the stick.
"Alright, dad!" Harry said with a grin and grabbed the other end, so they could lift him to hang over the open fire.
Honestly... It felt amazing to finally get back on the people who had tormented him for his entire life before he escaped them. He smiled and sat down on the picnic blanket next to his daddy, watching how Richard rummaged around in his bag, before pulling out two smaller spears and a pack of marshmallows.
"Here you go, son." Richard handed one of them over to Harry, whom happily poked one onto his stick and held it out to the fire. "Oh, and I almost forgot!" He flickered his finger at the roasting spit with Dudley on, and it started to rotate. Dudley was screaming every time he was scorched by the fire, and crying in the temporary respite when he was lifted a bit higher up. His skin sizzled and cooked, but the stasis spell stopped him from dying...or...at least from dying quickly. Richard knew it wouldn't last forever. But they could still have a damned nice picnic!
"Ah~ The ambient music of screams~ Roasting pigs and marshmallow~" He sighed happily and hugged the shoulder of his son, who was leaning into him. "And this time, I will not botch the wine pairing!" Richard pulled out two bottles of what looked like red wine from his satchel. "Now what goes best with whole roasted pig...?"
The fire was crackling happily, and Dudley's screams were slowly getting weaker and weaker. Richard was happily sipping his wine as he poked Dudley with a barbecue fork every now and then, trying to figure out if he had any meat on him that was not saturated with unhealthy fats. Hey... Even homicidal maniacs can care about their health!
"A perfect father-son day!" Harry exclaimed with a grin, taking a bite of his marshmallow, suddenly happy that he was far less prone to burning his mouth on food nowadays.
Harry just smiled and leaned close to his daddy, enjoying the sight of his cousin being slowly roasted over the fire and about to be eaten by...some kind...of...squid...wait!
"Scooter! Bad Kraken! Don't eat that! You don't know where it's been!" Richard chastised his Kraken child.
"What's that?" Harry inquired and looked up at Richard as he was struggling with pulling the squid-like creature off Dudley. The flames helped. Water creatures really dislike fire, so much as it tried, Scooter couldn't quite manage to get close. The Kraken made a whining sound.
"I know, I know. But look at how fat that pig is! You'll get indigestion!" Richard turned and looked at Harry. "Ah, yes. Harry... Meet your brother, Scooter," Richard said and looked at the Kraken baby. "Scooter, this is your new brother, Harry. Play nice you two!" Richard said before he handed Scooter over to Harry.
"Um...Hello...brother..." Harry said unsure, peeking up at Richard from the corner of his eye, trying to determine if his dad was joking. He looked dead serious. 'Well...' Harry thought. His other brother was the anti-crist...was a Kraken for a brother really that much weirder?
Scooter let out a disgruntled sound and wiggled free before he ran over to strangle Vernon by laying itself across his face. The strangled cries of indignation and his aunt's screams of horror made Harry laugh.
"Alright, Scooter! Save some for me!" He grinned and picked up his barbeque spear and run over to play with his brother. He decided that the best way to not lose your sanity when it came to his dad was to just go along with whatever happened without worrying too much about it. Besides... His new brother would be way fun to scare people with!
Richard smiled as he watched his two adopted kids play with each other...and their victims. With hot pokers and what looked to be a parody of the Aliens movie. He smiled. He'd always wanted a family. And his new son was absolutely perfect, the little pyromaniac. Then he remembered something and snapped his fingers.
"Of course! How could I forget THAT?" Richard said to himself. "Harry, son, come here! And put your brother back in the bag."
"What is it, dad?" Harry lowered the hot poker just before he burned his aunt's eye out, and Petunia sobbed in relief. The relief, however, was short-lived. And it goes to show that Richard was someone who really shouldn't be allowed to watch family films on the telly.
"We have a father-son-bonding trip, and what better way to bond with your son than to teach him to ride a horse!?"
"Really dad?!" Harry dropped the hot poker and ran up to him. "For really reals?!" Harry was excited.
He'd read all kinds of stories about adventures and magic, and they were always riding horses in them. And he hated the fact that he didn't know how to do that. What if his daddy wanted him to come with him to an Adventure, and he couldn't because he didn't know how to ride a horse?
"Well... We don't exactly have a horse..." Richard said, poking his chin pondering his dilemma. Then he lit up again. "But we have the next best thing!" Richard said excitedly as he turned to look at Petunia with a frightening glimpse in his eye.
Petunia didn't know exactly what it meant, but she still began to sob in terror. She was sure that look meant something terrible would happen to her. Harry, however, was quicker on the uptake and stared at his aunt.
"I always thought she looked a bit like a horse..." He said, then grinned as Richard dug around in his bag to find proper riding equipment, and proceeded to pull Petunia out of the chair and fight to strap the saddle on her back.
"No, no, no. Oh, god, please no!" Petunia begged as she felt the strap of the saddle tighten around her stomach and her body being pressed into the floor.
"She's a bit wild, but nothing we can't tame!" Richard said happily and smacked the riding crop across her buttocks. "Behave, horsie!" He admonished her, and Petunia sobbed fearfully but didn't dare to disobey.
She knew that wizards could force her to do whatever they wanted with their freakish magic anyway, and she hoped that if she just played along, she might actually get out of this alive. She refused to allow herself to even THINK about what had happened to her precious Dudikins. She convinced herself that this was all a bad dream, and if she just played her part, she'd wake up tomorrow, and this had never happened. She HAD to believe that. Petunia was slowly slipping into the protective shelter of insanity, unlike her husband.
Vernon tried to protest this treatment, and the humiliation of his wife, but he was tied and gagged and could do nothing but watch this horrible spectacle as Richard helped that freak boy into the saddle they had put on his beloved wife, and then proceed to parade her around the living room, like a horse.
"That's it, son!" Richard yelled encouragingly. "Just give the horse a good squeeze with the legs to make her move faster!"
"But daddy... She's not going very fast!" Harry said disappointedly as he had finally learned to keep his balance.
"Use the whip!"
It had taken him almost an hour, but Vernon had finally managed to get rid of the gag, and began to protest vehemently against the vile and humiliating treatment of his wife, as well as calling the demonic duo of freaks and sorcerers...or whatever they were...by every name in the book.
"YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO US!" He yelled out. "My wife is not a horse! You can't ride her like a bloody horse!" Vernon yelled, and Richard's eye started to twitch in irritation at the man's persistence. Why would he ruin a fun game with pointing out such useless details? He liked his version of reality better.
"Sure she is. Imperio!" Richard said, channelling his magic through his hand...with some help of his Ruby. He really hated using Wizard magic, but he conceded that some of their spells weren't half bad. Vernon's eyes glassed over, and Richard untied him while motioning for Harry to get off his horse.
"See the horsie? Now go ride her. Harry, hold her down!" He commanded imperiously. Vernon was fiercely protesting it in his mind, wanting to refuse, wanting to say no...but his body moved on his own. And much to his horror, he watched helplessly as he mounted his wife like a horse, grabbed the whip presented to him by that freak nephew of his, and began to whip her and ride her around.
Petunia whimpered in pain as the enormously fat man, her own husband sat down on top of her, adding his own weight to the already heavy saddle. Petunia was not a strong woman, nor was she fat. She was quite proud of how she kept her weight down, much to the neighbours' envy. However, it was all she could do to not collapse as he sat on top of her, and she screamed out when the whip hit her, but she could not move.
Richard watched with amusement, but Harry looked bored.
"Why won't she move, daddy? This is boring," he said.
Richard looked at his son. He supposed this was a good time as any to teach his kid his very first wizarding spell...
"Focus, son!"
"No, no, no! Put more effort into it!"
"That's it! You got it!" Richard praised as his son cast the Imperius curse on his aunt, and made her run around like a horse, with his uncle on her back.
She jumped and kicked like a real horse now. Her muscles strained past the limit that generally was constrained, and past the limitations of the human body, digging into the reserves that usually only came out when a person was in mortal danger. Muscle tissue ripped, and bones cracked, and Richard was bellowing with laughter. Harry smiled and made his aunt climb onto the table and jump down with a terrible crack. Before she suddenly laid very, very still on the floor. Harry looked at her.
"Up!" Harry focused his magic even stronger, and yelled: "Get up you useless horse!" He walked over and kicked her unmoving body. He knew she was still alive! He could see her eyes moving, but her body didn't so much as twitch.
"Daddy~! Why isn't she moving?!" Harry complained, and Richard moved closer, rubbing his cheek in contemplation as he studied her, pushing the fat wale off her back and into a corner.
"Huh. I think her back broke. She might be paralysed," Richard said in a surprised tone. "Oh, well...Fun's over."
The whole thing made Harry laugh. That face was priceless! And his aunt...his tormentor for so many years...! Harry laughed even harder, almost hysterically. He wasn't sure if it was the weight of what he had done, or the relief of finally, FINALLY getting his revenge, being free of her...but he laughed and laughed until his new daddy hugged him close and stroked his hair.
"I'm proud of you son," Richard said, and he sounded like he meant it. Harry felt the warm glow of acceptace.
Richard strolled into the Dursley's residence as if he owned the place, with Harry following close behind him. The grin on his face as he thought about how he would FINALLY get his revenge for the shitty years he spent in their care.
"If a man slaps you on one cheek, SMITE him on the other," Harry muttered under his breath as he quoted LaVey. He felt a little bit worried about the cops, but he had Richard. He felt even more exhilarated as the adrenalin and spiteful glee course through his veins. The Dursely's backed away slowly before making a run for the back-door, windows and whichever exit that was the closest to the individual member, only to find them all locked.
"Ah-ah-aaah~" Richard wiggled his finger at them. "Naughty, Naughty prey~" He grinned and walked over to grab Dudley and drag him back into the kitchen, then proceeded to tie him to the table with Harry's help.
"Hey!" Vernon growled, his anger flaring as he watched what those FREAKS did with his son. "S-stop that!" He fumbled behind the drawers for his shotgun, hidden there in case someone ever broke in.
"Can I, daddy?" Harry said with a maniacal grin, looking at his uncle.
"Have a blast , son!" Richard laughed.
It was not a nice laugh. It scratched and scraped at the inside of their souls like rusted nails on a coffin lid, and slithered in a way that made their skin crawl. It made even Vernon realise just how fucked they were, and he turned to flee.
"Come back and play, uncle~," Harry said, skipping after his uncle.
Vernon had reached the back door and was currently punching at it, screaming for help. Not that anyone could hear him, with all the warding Richard had done to ensure they weren't interrupted, but in his panicked stated, Vernon, screamed and yelled and scratched the door like a wild animal trapped.
"No, no, no, please, no!" Vernon sobbed as he watched his nephew towering over him with his whole hand caught on fire. He cussed and cursed those freaks and that goddamned bloody Dumbledore that forced the freakish burden onto them!
"I remember when I pleaded with you! You showed me no mercy either!" Harry all but hissed as he reached out and pressed his hand against his uncle's chest, rejoicing in the cries and whimpers of his uncle.
The smell of scorched flesh and the imprint his hand left in his chest fascinated him. He realised that he loved the feeling of power over his uncle! That...man... that had made him feel so powerless was now writhing in pain underneath his touch, and he LOVED IT! Harry laughed wickedly. It sounded almost as horrifying as Richard's evil laughter. Perhaps even more so because it came from a very human child.
Harry grinned wickedly as he kicked his uncle, to the cheers of his new daddy. He had been worried about if he would be able to do this when they had stood outside the door, but right now, he was so hyped up on the rush of adrenalin, and the approval of his new daddy and he suddenly felt an urge to do something really, really impressive! Something so horrifying it would even make his daddy in awe! But what?! Harry had to admit he didn't really know anything about torture and he settled for crushing his uncle's nose and using magic to drag him into the living room to join the rest of his family.
Petunia and Dudley choked on a scream at the sight of him. It was not a pretty sight. He was currently groaning in pain while trying to both not touch the hand-print of a wound in his chest while slapping out the flames that had caught onto his shirt. Dudley had never, never seen his big, strong dad cry or sob, and to see him broken like that...
"Daddy!" Dudley chocked out. "You! You...!" Dudley turned to Harry and glared at him. "Stop hurting my daddy, you freak!" He yelled at Harry.
"Dudikins, no!" Petunia choked out in fear. She knew it! She had always known that that...that...demon-spawn of her sisters was no good! Oh, how she rued the day she ever took him in! "Curse you, Dumbledore! Curse you!" She sobbed.
"Dudley! What...a...coincident!" Harry grinned madly. "Remember how you always used to play 'Harry hunting' with me? But then I thought... 'Dudley Hunting sounds SO much more fun!" Harry grinned and loosened the ropes that were binding him. "I'll give you ten second's head-start. Better run faaaast~" Harry chuckled darkly.
"Fuck you! Fuck you!" Dudley yelled and went to punch his cousin, only to burn his fist before it even connected.
"Tick-tock, Dudley~," Harry said, waging his finger at him, and Dudley finally started to run.
Richard had, in the meanwhile, set up a sun-chair, and pulled up an exotic looking drink that he sipped through a straw as he watched the spectacle, laughing to himself. His son was coming along nicely. He was a pretty good daddy if he'd say so. Then again, he always knew he'd be a damned good father. He had so much love to give a kid! And fun lessons! What kid wouldn't want him for a father?! Richard grinned to himself and sent a few more sparks at Vernon, who was fighting a never-ending battle to extinguish the fires that kept popping up and burning his hair and clothes.
"PLEASE STOP THIS MADNESS!" Petunia screeched out from where she was huddling in a corner, bringing the commotion to a halt. She peered up frightened, hopeful that maybe, just maybe they'd listen.
"We gave you clothes! And shelter! And THIS is how you repay us?!" Vernon barked out, then froze in fear at the expression that fluttered across Harry's face.
"Clothes?! You call those rags CLOTHES?!" He yelled out, summoning his magic to wrap the Dursley's in conjured ropes and tying Vernon and Petunia to the chairs in the living room, and wrapping Dudley up in them and putting him on the couch. Then he smiled. It was a dark, polite, slightly unhinged smile.
"Of course... Where ARE my manners? Let me show you how...grateful I am for your...loving...care!" Harry said, and Richard got to his feet. From the way the Dursley's were whimpering, this was bound to be fun.
"What's that, kiddo?" Richard inquired as Harry was busily transfiguring the living-room table into a roasting pit, pieces of it coming off to form the fire in the middle.
"Well... You SAID we'd have a picnic, right? Did you bring a roasting stick? Or anything big enough for the Pig de la resistance?" Harry grinned madly as he grabbed a red apple from the mantelpiece ornament and stuffed it into Dudley's mouth, fastening it with a sticking charm.
"DUDDLEKINS!" Petunia screeched out before Harry promptly gagged her and Vernon.
"Honestly. How rude..." Harry said, twisting a finger in his ear. "I might have gone deaf. NO consideration for others."
In the meanwhile Richard, half of his body sticking out from his ever-present purse was finally reemerging with a large stick.
"Ah, I KNEW I had kept this as a souvenir from those worm people!" He turned and grinned at his son. Well, his eyebrows raised in what one might assume was a grin.
"Awesome! Thanks, dad!" Harry said and hugged Richard, who returned the favour, almost chocking the kid. But Harry was used to that now and weaselled his way out of his death-grip, grabbing the stick. Then he proceeded to tie and crying, struggling Dudley to the stick by his hands and feet.
"Wonderful way to carry him, son, but you'll need some proper leverage to properly roast him," Richard said, evaluating his son's work.
"But if I shove it straight through him, he won't get to enjoy the picnic!" Harry said in an exasperated tone of voice.
"Not necessarily..." Richard looked like he was thinking. "There's this Stasis spell... Cale taught it to me right after he'd burst into flames for some reason. Just in case...you know... I had to keep him alive 'til we could get to a healer."
"Cool!" Harry said as he watched closely as Richard performed the spell, before quickly sharpen the stick and shoving it up Dudley's ass and out his mouth...and the apple. Well, the apple fell out, but Harry stuck it back inn. Petunia cried out in horror behind the gag and struggled against the ropes. Richard wiped imaginary sweat drops from his forehead.
"Phew. That was harder than it seemed. They've fatted up this pig more than strictly necessary."
Harry poked Dudley, who was still alive, and obviously in pain as blood spattered to the floor. "That can't be good for my diet." He muttered.
"Come on, son, let's get this pig into the roasting pit!" Richard said, grabbing one end of the stick.
"Alright, dad!" Harry said with a grin and grabbed the other end, so they could lift him to hang over the open fire.
Honestly... It felt amazing to finally get back on the people who had tormented him for his entire life before he escaped them. He smiled and sat down on the picnic blanket next to his daddy, watching how Richard rummaged around in his bag, before pulling out two smaller spears and a pack of marshmallows.
"Here you go, son." Richard handed one of them over to Harry, who happily poked one onto his stick and held it out to the fire. "Oh, and I almost forgot!" He flickered his finger at the roasting spit with Dudley on, and it started to rotate. Dudley was screaming every time he was scorched by the fire, and crying in the temporary respite when he was lifted a bit higher up. His skin sizzled and cooked, but the stasis spell stopped him from dying...or...at least from dying too quickly. Richard knew it wouldn't last forever. But they could still have a damned good picnic!
"Ah~ The ambient music of screams~ Roasting pigs and marshmallow~" He sighed happily and hugged the shoulder of his son, who was leaning into him. "And this time, I will not botch the wine pairing!" Richard pulled out two bottles of what looked like red wine from his satchel. "Now what goes best with whole roasted pig...?"
The fire was crackling happily, and Dudley's screams were slowly getting weaker and weaker. Richard was happily sipping his wine as he poked Dudley with a barbecue fork every now and then, trying to figure out if he had any meat on him that was not saturated with unhealthy fats. Hey... Even homicidal maniacs can care about their health!
"A perfect father-son day!" Harry exclaimed with a grin, taking a bite of his marshmallow, suddenly happy that he was far less prone to burning his mouth on food nowadays.
Harry just smiled and leaned close to his daddy, enjoying the sight of his cousin being slowly roasted over the fire and about to be eaten by...some kind...of...squid...wait!
"Scooter! Bad Kraken! Don't eat that! You don't know where it's been!" Richard chastised his Kraken child.
"What's that?" Harry inquired and looked up at Richard as he was struggling with pulling the squid-like creature off Dudley. The flames helped. Water creatures really dislike fire, so much as it tried, Scooter couldn't quite manage to get close. The Kraken made a whining sound.
"I know, I know. But look at how fat that pig is! You'll get indigestion!" Richard turned and looked at Harry. "Ah, yes. Harry... This is your new brother, Scooter," Richard said and looked at the Kraken baby. "Scooter, this is your brother, Harry. Play nice you two!" Richard said before he handed Scooter over to Harry.
"Um...Hello...brother..." Harry said, unsure, peeking up at Richard from the corner of his eye, trying to determine if his dad was joking. He looked dead serious. 'Well...' Harry thought. His other brother was the anti-christ...was a Kraken for a brother really that much weirder?
Scooter let out a disgruntled sound and wiggled free before he ran over to strangle Vernon by laying itself across his face. The strangled cries of indignation and his aunt's screams of horror made Harry laugh.
"Alright, Scooter! Save some for me!" He grinned and picked up his barbeque spear and run over to play with his brother. He decided that the best way to not lose your sanity when it came to his dad was to just go along with whatever happened without worrying too much about it. Besides... His new brother would be way fun to scare people with!
Richard smiled as he watched his two adopted kids play with each other...and their victims. With hot pokers and what looked to be a parody of the Aliens movie. He smiled. He'd always wanted a family. And his new son was absolutely perfect, the little pyromaniac. Then he remembered something and snapped his fingers.
"Of course! How could I forget THAT?" Richard said to himself. "Harry, son, come here! And put your brother in the bag."
"What is it, dad?" Harry lowered the hot poker just before he burned his aunt's eye out, and Petunia sobbed in relief. The relief, however, was short-lived. And it goes to show that Richard was someone who really shouldn't be allowed to watch family films on the telly.
"We have a father-son-bonding trip, and what better way to bond with your son than to teach him to ride a horse!?"
"Really, dad?!" Harry dropped the hot poker and ran up to him. "For real reals?!" Harry was excited.
He'd read all kinds of stories about adventures and magic, and they were always riding horses in them. And he hated the fact that he didn't know how to do that. What if his daddy wanted him to come with him to an Adventure, and he couldn't because he didn't know how to ride a horse?
"Well... We don't exactly have a horse..." Richard said, poking his chin pondering his dilemma. Then he lit up again. "But we have the next best thing!" Richard said excitedly as he turned to look at Petunia with a frightening glimpse in his eye.
Petunia didn't know exactly what it meant, but she still began to sob in terror. She was sure that look meant something terrible would happen to her. Harry, however, was quicker on the uptake and stared at his aunt.
"I always thought she looked a bit like a horse..." He said, then grinned as Richard dug around in his bag to find proper riding equipment, and proceeded to pull Petunia out of the chair and fight to strap the saddle on her back.
"No, no, no. Oh god, please, no!" Petunia begged as she felt the strap of the saddle tighten around her stomach and her body being pressed into the floor.
"She's a bit wild, but nothing we can't tame!" Richard said happily and smacked the riding crop across her buttocks. "Behave, horsie!" He admonished her, and Petunia sobbed fearfully but didn't dare to disobey.
She knew that wizards could force her to do whatever they wanted with their freakish magic anyway, and she hoped that if she just played along, she might actually get out of this alive. She refused to allow herself to even THINK about what had happened to her precious Dudikins. She convinced herself that this was all a bad dream, and if she just played her part, she'd wake up tomorrow, and this had never happened. She HAD to believe that. Petunia was slowly slipping into the protective shelter of insanity, unlike her husband.
Vernon tried to protest this treatment, and the humiliation of his wife, but he was tied and gagged and could do nothing but watch this horrible spectacle as Richard helped that freak boy into the saddle they had put on his beloved wife, and then proceed to parade her around the living room, like a horse.
"That's it, son!" Richard yelled encouragingly. "Just give the horse a good squeeze with the legs to make her move faster!"
"But daddy... She's not going very fast!" Harry said disappointedly as he had finally learned to keep his balance.
"Use the whip!"
It had taken him almost an hour, but Vernon had finally managed to get rid of the gag, and began to protest vehemently against the vile and humiliating treatment of his wife, as well as calling the demonic duo of freaks and sorcerers...or whatever they were...by every name in the book.
"YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO US!" He yelled out. "My wife is not a horse! You can't ride her like a bloody horse!" Vernon yelled, and Richard's eye started to twitch in irritation at the man's persistence. Why would he ruin a fun game with pointing out such pointless details? He liked his version of reality better.
"Sure, she is. Imperio!" Richard said, channelling his magic through his hand...with some help of his Ruby. He really hated using Wizard magic, but he conceded that some of their spells weren't half bad. Vernon's eyes glassed over, and Richard untied him while motioning for Harry to get off his horse.
"See the horsie? Now go ride her. Harry, hold her down!" He commanded imperiously. Vernon was fiercely protesting it in his mind, wanting to refuse, wanting to say no...but his body moved on his own. And much to his horror, he watched helplessly as he mounted his wife like a horse, grabbed the whip presented to him by that freak nephew of his, and began to whip her and ride her around.
Petunia whimpered in pain as the enormously fat man, her own husband sat down on top of her, adding his own weight to the already heavy saddle. Petunia was not a strong woman, nor was she fat. She was quite proud of how she kept her weight down, much to the neighbours' envy. However, it was all she could do to not collapse as he sat on top of her, and she screamed out when the whip hit her, but she could not move.
Richard watched with amusement, but Harry looked bored.
"Why won't she move, daddy? This is boring," he said.
Richard looked at his son. He supposed this was a good time as any to teach his kid his very first wizarding spell...
"Focus, son!"
"No, no, no! Put more effort into it! You got to really mean it!"
"That's it! You got it!" Richard praised as his son cast the Imperius curse on his aunt, and made her run around like a horse, with his uncle on her back.
She jumped and kicked like a real horse now. Her muscles strained past the limit that normally was constrained, and past the limitations of the human body. Digging deep into the reserves that usually only came out when a person was in mortal danger.
Muscle tissue ripped, and bones cracked, and Richard was bellowing with laughter. Harry smiled and made his aunt climb onto the table and jump down with a terrible crack. Before she suddenly laid very, very still on the floor. Harry looked at her.
"Up!" Harry focused his magic even stronger, and yelled: "Get up you useless horse!" He walked over and kicked her unmoving body. He knew she was still alive! He could see her eyes moving, but her body didn't so much as twitch.
"Daddy~! Why isn't she moving?!" Harry complained, and Richard moved closer, rubbing his cheek in contemplation as he studied her, pushing the fat wale off her back and into a corner.
"Huh. I think her back broke. She might be paralysed," Richard said in a surprised tone.
The whole thing made Harry laugh. That face was priceless! And his aunt...his tormentor for so many years...!
Harry laughed even harder, almost hysterically. He wasn't sure if it was the weight of what he had done, or the relief of finally, FINALLY getting his revenge, being free of her...but he laughed and laughed until his new daddy hugged him close and stroked his hair.
"I'm proud of you son," Richard said in a strangly soft voice, and he sounded like he meant it.
The sirens blazed behind them as Richard and Harry calmly walked away from the crime scene, leaving the police to wrestle the knife out of the seemingly insane Vernon's hand as he was attempting to cut open a neighbour, in an attempt to remove the demon inside of her. One quick turn of the head made Harry notice that a team of white-clad people were trying to wrestle him into a straitjacket, while his screams resounded through the neighbourhood, as the last of the compulsion charms were leaving him.
"The devil-boy made me do it! He's not human! It wasn't me, it was the freaks!" Vernon cried out, his voice fading into the background and our heroes...or is it villains...? chuckled to themselves. Harry was casually licking an ice cream that Richard had someone produced out of his mystery bag, and all in all, it had been a wonderful family outing.
"This was nice. We should do it again for Christmas. Make it a family tradition." Richard said as they were walking home.
"That would be nice, dad, but the rest of my family has their hearts set on burning down the church. It'll be Damien's very first church-burning and all." Harry said with a small sigh.
This was one of the best days in his life, aside from the day when he was rescued from his old family, but he couldn't let his wonderful new family down. Besides... It was his first church-burning as well, and he was really looking forward to his new family's Christmas-traditions.
He smiled as he felt the warm glow of his family's love envelop him. He'd prove to them that he was worth it! He'd never let them down! Never, ever, ever!
Meanwhile, in an old castle in Scotland, all sorts of gadgets and alarms were going off and making noises, indicating the failure of some very powerful Light Magic. More specifically, the shields that protected the wizarding world's only hope and the child of prophecy; Harry Potter.
Unfortunately for the owner of said gadgets, he was busy attending one of the more tedious, but ever so critical political evens that came with being the Chief Warlock of the ICW, and by the time he got back, the alarms would have died down to a halt.
It would take the great Albus Dumbledore many a month before he realized that the buzzing and whirling that usually came from his gadgets had gone silent. This was, after all, a pretty busy time of year.
He had a school to run, political seats to fill, and a great many schemes that needed to be seen too. And there was only so much of it he could fend off to his deputy headmistress, Minerva, considering her own duties running the Gryffindor house as well as her other duties.
It was times like this that he really wished the Board of Governors would approve more funding to hire more than one teacher for each subject, or at the very least allow him to have a secretary. He sighed. Maybe he was getting too old for this...