Harry always had a love for fire. He loved how beautiful the flames were and how the fire cleansed everything in it's path. Good or bad. To him it was thrilling.
At a young age He had to hide his love for fire from everyone. The school, the neighbors, and especially the dursleys. He hated them all and he longed to bath their bodies in the lovely flames of fire that for cleanse them their hate and bigotry. When he turned Eleven and went to Hogwarts he learned about the sleeping drought of living death. It intrigued him all through out class. By the end He was looking into more potions that could help him and he made a plan of action. He practice brewing the sleeping drought nearly constantly throughout the year until he had the perfect batch. When summer came and he had to go back to little whinging he was ready.
Uncle Vernon started in with beating him on his first week back. while his aunt petunia was berating him for every little thing or making him do chores while he was starving. When aunt Marge came over is when is plan would be enacted.
Over the days of aunt Marge's stay harry waited till he had to make dinner and slipped a huge dose of sleeping drought into the food. It was tasteless ( or so he read) and gave them the soup he made while aunt Marge talked about him and his mother like animals that need to be put down. He watched as they ate. Soon they all dropped on to the table unconscious. He had a smirk on his face. He felt righteous pride for what he was about to do.
As He moved around the house getting what little thing's he had. taking money from them, jewelry, and so on. He went down to the basement and got the gasoline and put it all around the house and garden. When he found Aunt petunia's cigarettes and lighter. He shrunk down his trunk that at his school books, clothes, the money and so on in his pocket. He flicked the on the lighter and saw the beautiful flames dancing in front of him.
He lower the lighter down to the gasoline and watched it the house quickly become engulfed in flames. He lit his cigarette with a smirk and watched which satisfaction before quickly fleeing the scene. after getting away he finds an abandoned, decrepit place for him to sleep. the floors were old and rotting, the walls were crumbing down around him. he found a little safe spot. he set up a little bed for him and drifted peacefully into sleep know that dursleys would never hurt you ever again.
