Chapter one
AGE 9
Harry scowled as he scrubbed the dirty floor that had mud trails from when Dudley ran through to get to his room. His backside ached as Vernon had beat him for allowing such a mess as though he could do anything about it. Green eyes glared venomously as he stared at the back of his disgusting aunt Petunia's head, the long neck wench would get what's coming to her soon enough.
"Boy, when do you plan to start cooking, hm? Dinner should have been ready hours ago!" Dudley snickered as his younger cousin was yelled at by his dad.
The plates on the table and the pictures hanging began rattling as the anger boiling in Harry spiked, he was tired of being told what to do like some maid. He hadn't seemed to notice the fearful looks in his aunt and uncles eyes. His oaf of a cousin yelped and ducked as a shard of glass from a broken plate flew sharply his way. Petunia shrieked when her nephew's eyes snapped towards him, the green seemed to glow with the magic he was displaying.
"Stop this at once! You hear me? I said stop-" Vernon's words were cut off as he gripped his throat struggling to breathe, his fat face turning an ugly shade of purple, his airway getting cutoff by the young boys magic.
"Why should I, uncle? Surely you deserve the same pain you've caused me, don't you think? It's only fair, after all." Harry tilted his head like a confused puppy, his green eyes widening innocently only served to cause more fear in the Dursleys. "I've known for a while of this unique ability I possess, it must be the reason why you all felt the need to call me a freak and beat me for any wrong thing in your life. You're all hopelessly pathetic and deserve to die, luckily for you all I'm still a minor and need you alive. Don't think for a second that you've been let off the hook, one wrong mishap and I'll kill you where you stand." He sneered hatefully at Dudley and Petunia who had begun to cry in fear and Vernon who could finally breathe and was glaring back at the little freak but kept quiet.