Dudley slept soundly in his bed when he was startled awake by the sound of the fridge opening. His first thought was that his mum had gotten the "freak" working on breakfast early and decided to catch a few more zed's before getting up. After sleeping for a few more minutes however, he heard the "freak" talking to a woman that wasn't his mum. Then he heard a hissing sound come from downstairs and sat up in his bed staring at his door. It opened, and something bolted into his room. Unable to see what had rushed into his room he reached over to his nightstand and turned on the lamp. He scanned the room, but there was nothing. 'I'm seeing things.' he thought, 'After all that freak has done stuff like that in the past.' Then Dudley felt a strange liquid drip onto his pyjamas and looked up into the "eyes" of his monstrous cousin. He tried to scream, but nothing came out. He leapt back and hit his head on the headboard of the bed, as the creature jumped down from the ceiling and held him down. Harry opened his mouth which showing another set of jaws which launched from inside his throat, taking a huge chunk out of his cousin's head. Blood pooled from the kid's head staining the bed.

Well there was no mistake, Dudley was dead, but the Harry continued to eat him for several minutes. His fangs dripped with the blood of his fresh kill. The taste was amazing to Harry, but maybe that was his hunger talking. The scent of fear was intoxicating, and it felt so good to make Dudley know what it was like to be hunted. His only regret was that Dudley didn't know it was him. So, he decided he would make it known to his aunt and uncle who were still sound asleep. He also decided he would keep his aunt alive long enough to find out about his mother. He shifted back into his human form and noticed he wasn't covered in blood, except for the area around his mouth. He licked his lips to find he still enjoyed the taste of the red nectar.

Harry walked out of his cousin's room and went towards the master bedroom and found it unlocked. He opened the door, closed it and locked it. He then went over to where he knew Vernon kept his rifle, and then he loaded it and shot at the ceiling waking Vernon and Petunia up with a start. Vernon immediately noticed Harry holding his rifle and his face turned pale with fear. "Now, you will both pay for your harsh cruelty to me." Harry said as he dropped the gun, "Petunia if you wish to live do not move."

"Cruelty?" Vernon said as he got out of bed and moved towards Harry, "We took you in despite the freak we knew you were! Freaks like you don't deserve to live…" Vernon began to grow silent as Harry began to transform into his xenomorph form once more. Vernon bent down and picked up the gun which Harry had dropped and put 2 bullets into Harry's chest, but it takes a lot more than that to kill a xenomorph. Harry leapt at his uncle, knocking the gun away, and pinned him down like he did with Dudley. Harry remembered what he did last time and shot out his second jaw which left a large cavity where Vernon's face was.

He then turned to see that his Aunt Petunia still sat in bed, she had of course recoiled and was sobbing in both fear and mourning for her husband. Harry then returned to his human form and walked towards her and did the one thing he had always wanted to do since the first time she burnt him with a skillet, he slapped her. "Now Petunia, I am going to ask you some questions and if you answer them, I might not eat you, understood?" Harry asked, but Petunia still sat incoherent and crying, so he slapped her once more, "I said, you will answer me, understood?!"

"Yes," she whimpered.

"Good. Now what do you know about my mother and father?"

"…"

"Speak!"

"Your mother was a witch, and your father was a wizard, they met at a special school for freaks called Hogwarts. They died protecting you on Hallowe'en 10 years ago, and you were left on our porch that night."

"So, you knew I would be a wizard as well?"

"Yes."

"Do you know anything else about wizards and witches? Where I can find out more about Hogwarts and magic?"

"When your mother went to school, we took her to King's Cross Station, and she was given a ticket for a Platform 9 ¾. As for anything else there's a broken-down shop on Charing Cross in London. At least it looked broken down to me, but according to what they said, to wizards it looks like a pub called the Leaky Cauldron."

"Anything else?"

"No, I know nothing else."

"Good, because I'm almost full and could use a late-night snack." Harry said as he grinned maliciously.

"I thought you said you wouldn't eat me!"

"I said I might not eat you, but don't worry, you'll be meeting your husband and son again shortly." Harry responded as he quickly dealt with the last member of the Dursley family.

After he had finished however, part of Harry felt unsettled with what he had done. Why had he acted like that? He had never killed anyone before, but now he had killed 3 in a single night. He thought the Dursley's deserved their fate, but he was still perturbed by it.

He walked downstairs to find Hecate still in the kitchen. "So, how was it?"

"Filling, but unsettling. I killed them… and I enjoyed it, what's happening to me?"

"It's okay, it's okay, calm down. That was just your xenomorph instincts kicking in. It should become as natural as breathing given time."

"So, what now?"

"You should go to the Leaky Cauldron. Take some of your things and go there."

"I'm just supposed to walk there?"

"No, run there. Xenomorphs are incredibly fast, you should make it in no time."

"What about the Dursleys?"

"Once you leave, I'll set the house ablaze."

Harry quickly gathered his few things and put them into a small bag before transforming and running out of the house. Almost immediately after Harry left, the house was engulfed in flames.

Meanwhile in Wisteria Walk, Little Whinging

Arabella Figg was having a pleasant rest when suddenly one of her cats woke her up. She got up, went to feed the cat, but couldn't go back to sleep so she turned on the TV. A fire had broken out on Private Drive. 'Oh no, please don't be the one I think it is.' Arabella thought, but to her dismay it was indeed the home of her charge, Harry Potter. She quickly went to her fireplace scaring her cats and used her Floo Powder to go inform Dumbledore. By the time she had gotten to his office however, Dumbledore it seemed was already informed.

"What happened?" Dumbledore asked calmly.

"Their house caught on fire; I haven't gone to check I flooed here as soon as I saw the news."

"Well my alarm system went off telling me that the Dursley home had been damaged in a large way, but according to my last one here." he said holding up a silver spoon, "Harry is still alive and well."

"Where is he?"

"I assumed he escaped, possible with the rest of his family, we need to go there right now to see what happened and where they are heading."

"Um, Albus you may want to wear something a bit more, muggle than that."

"O.K. give me a second." Dumbledore said before waving his wand at himself and his robes became regular muggle clothes, "I'll never understand, why muggles wear these."

"It's comfortable."

'Liar' Dumbledore thought as Arabella grabbed his arm and they apparated to the Dursley's home. They looked at the house and saw that the house fire was being put out by the fire brigade, but they were not prepared for the feeling of dread when they didn't see Harry nor his relatives outside, and the Dursley's car sat in the driveway. Once the fire was put out, Dumbledore went inside to see if anyone was inside. The place was charred, and the air was full of ash, but all he was able to find were the dead bodies of all 3 of the Dursleys, but the worst part was that they weren't just burnt they were mauled, and parts were eaten.

'Did a creature do this?' Dumbledore thought, 'Did it take Harry alive to its nest? I must find out where he is if I can save him it might push my plans further. I need to go to the ministry, maybe someone at the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures could help me find him.'

Meanwhile outside of London

Harry found he could indeed run very fast, about 48.8 km/h (30.3 mph). He loved the feel of the wind on his dome, and the sheer freedom he had never felt before, and soon made his way to London. 'O.K. Petunia said that The Leaky Cauldron is on Charing Cross. So, if I travel on the rooftops, I be might be able to get there quickly and undetected.' Harry thought.

After finally finding the street in question he found himself in an alley close to The Leaky Cauldron. 'I doubt wizards of any kind would want to see me like this' Harry thought as he changed into his human form, picked up his bag and walked inside. He was met by an old, quite bald man who resembled a toothless walnut.

"Good evening mister?" the old man said.

"Potter, Harry Potter."

"Hahaha, really now? Where's your scar?"

"You know about my scar?"

"Everyone knows about the scar."

"My relatives, took me to get cosmetic surgery, said it made me look like a freak and it made them look bad."

"A freak? It should be something to be proud of! Who are they to call you a freak anyway?"

"They were non-magic folk who hated magic, my parents, and by extension me."

"Oh, well what happened that brings you here?"

"I've been abused for some time by my relatives and decided to run away, I grabbed some money hopped on a bus and came here."

"Well…I'm not sure if I believe that your Harry Potter, but I'll buy that you're running away from your relatives. I suggest you get a good night's sleep, got any money?"

"I've got about £30 on me is that enough to spend the night?"

"Pounds? We use galleons here."

"What is a galleon?"

"How is it you were able to find this place and not know the basics of wizarding culture?"

"I didn't know wizards existed till today."

"Hmmm, you know what kid, I'm going to do you a favor just this once. You can stay the night, but I suggest going to Gringotts Bank tomorrow, if you are Harry Potter they will have something for you from your parents."

"Thank you, sir."

"It's Tom." He said handing Harry a key, "Here is the key for room 11, good night." After taking the key, Harry headed up the stairs, found room 11, went in and collapsed on the bed in exhaustion.