AN: you know what happens when you enjoy a story idea, you just keep going and going? I'm going through that right now.

Though i should probably switch it up soon for one of my other stories soon, don't want people to think i abandoned them or anything.


Harry would have been surprised at his uncle Vernon's reaction to his demands of telling him the truth, but he couldn't be surprised anymore, but as Vernon bolted from his seated position a macabre smile spread on his face, said smile growing bigger as the fat man managed to take hold of the wrist with the hand holding the knife in it, and with a grip as vice like as the 'could have been' sumo could manage, dragged Harry to the electrical outlet.

"You say you can't die, freak, try this then." Without pause Vernon rammed the blade into the electrical socket, instantly making Harry seize up as volts of electricity coursed through his veins, cooking him alive.

This happened within the span of a few seconds, for all of which Petunia was watching in absolute horror as she noted the blood running from Harry's wounds were steaming from extreme heat.

For his part, Vernon was monumentally pleased with himself at his actions, having let go of Harry and instant before the knife had dove into the electrical socket. As Harry's body sizzled in place Vernon was grinning like a manic man.

The lights throughout the house shorted as the power gave out for the whole house and the lights went out

Then the sizzling and steaming of Harry's body stopped.

And Harry's body dropped to the ground, dead.

Vernon couldn't help himself and laughed.

He'd done it, he'd killed the freak!

Then the room hit up with a green flash.

"Wow, what a shocker that was, get it, because you just electrocuted me to death." Harry said, unharmed sans his ruined clothes. "Oh, and I'll be taking this, you might try to use it on me in some weird way to kill me, and that'd boring after a while…not to mention messy and pointless." Harry eyed the blood splatter all around the room. "So, as I was saying, you will tell me the truth of all the lies you've ever told me, the main ones like what happened to my parents and why I'm here living with you meatbags."

"And if we don't, freak?" retorted Vernon with very fake bravado, now very much afraid after actually witnessing his nephew come back to life right in front of his eyes. Petunia was even worse off than Vernon, whereas Vernon had the stomach to do something like that when pushed, Petunia was all talk and no bite…well maybe a scratch or smack here and there but nothing as brazen as what Vernon had just done.

"I may not be able to stay dead, but I can assure you that Dudley sure as hell will if I did anything to him with this." Harry said taking hold of the knife in the power point and wrenching it free.

"Huh that's different." The near eleven year old quipped as he took a second look at the cutting utensil he'd claimed for himself.

It had changed shape.

The blade was shaped like a lightning bolt now.

"So, yet again going back to what I said before, tell me what I want to know or else I'll use this lil Shocker on your darling pig of a son, who should be stampeding in here any second now that the power's gone out, nice one by the way fat man."

At the notion of Harry doing anything remotely harmful to her only son, Petunia's eye widened in terror again, this time for a different reason other than what she'd just watched happen.

"NO! Not my Dudley! I'll talk, I'll tell you everything you want to know, just don't hurt my baby!" she wailed desperately.

"We'll see, if I don't like what I hear, well…" Harry left his sentence hang, Petunia shaking her head frantically her begging evolving to the point she was bowing at Harry's feet.

Just as Dudley came through the kitchen door.

"Dad the power's gone out and- hey why is mom bowing to the freak?" Dudley asked, his eyes telling a story he didn't understand.

"Sit down and shut up Dudley, your dear sweet mummy is about to tell us a story." There as a brief pause.

"Oh and Petunia, I wouldn't use the 'f word' in any of the story if I were you." Harry said pointing his knife towards a dumbstruck Dudley, who was just sitting down next to his dad, which to Dudley's confusion was dead quiet.

Petunia gulped audibly at Harry's insinuation before taking a shaky breathe.

o.o

After finishing her story about her and her sister Lily, about the creepy boy Severus that lived near them, about her sister meeting Harry's father and the war with Voldemort (what little she knew of it at any rate), about Hogwarts, Dumbledore and the letter that was left with Harry the night his parents were killed and finally how and why Harry ended up with Petunia.

The shrew woman had to catcher herself many times during the retelling from using the f word.

There was a tense silence as Petunia finished, Vernon and Petunia on the edge of their seat waiting for Harry's reaction.

"You wouldn't have told my any of this if I didn't hold your slob of a son's life as a bargaining chip, and this explains a lot about you, you jealous bitch." None of the Dursley's present could read Harry's expression, which didn't bode well.

"Don't talk about my mum like that, you freak!" Dudley cried out in defence of his mom, expecting to hear his dad join in on the verbal thrashing he was about to unleash.

To Dudley's surprise his dad stayed mute.

To Dudley's further surprise his mom covered his mouth with her hand before he could get another word out, only managing a muffled few words.

"Tell me, dear duddy diddums," Harry started up. "Do you notice anything strange around the room, or are you really that dumb not to see the blood splattered all over the room?"

Dudley's eyes surveyed the part of the kitchen in front of him, finally taking in the copious amount of blood painted throughout the surface areas of the kitchen. Then the pudgy boy's eyes landed back on Harry, taking in the blood stained rags that he was wearing, blood soaked and dripping.

"Your dad just killed me, jammed this," he held up his knife for Dudley to get a good look at. "Into the electrical socket with me holding it. I'll spell it out for you just in case you're still slugging behind, ha, spell it out, I can't die." Harry cackled at his pun while Dudley's eyes bugged wide open.

"Remember that day that we were coming back from school and you and your buddies decided it would be fun to play Harry the Punching bag? You actually beat me so bad, hit me so hard in the head I actually died. Now thanks to you, I don't feel anything from punches, kicks or stabs," Harry demonstrated by plunging his knife into his heart again, right in front of Dudley's eyes. The fat boy actually threw up at the sight making Harry laugh at the sight.

"Oh the irony, Dudley Dursley the playground terror, who revels in beating other kids up, pukes at the sight of a knife in a chest of the one person he loved to beat up the most."

"Please stop Harry, stop this!" Petunia finally managed to beg. Electricity surged around Harry's knife as his green eyes blazed with power.

"Why should I? After everything you and your family have done to me, you want me to stop just as you get what you deserve. Sorry Aunt Petunia, not going to happen, you should have thought of that a long time before now." Harry raised his knife, making the Dursley's recoil, before he paused and lowered it again.

"I'll come and go as I please, when my Hogwarts letter comes and I leave, prey you never see me again. And if, IF I find out anything else that you haven't told me from someone else, you'll wish I'd have just killed you now. Now, I need new clothes so one of you," Harry gestured to Petunia and Vernon. "Is taking me to the shops, I don't care who." Harry stated before moving to the door, pausing at the frame to give the kitchen a once over.

"You'll want to clean up all the blood, maybe fix the power too while you're at it." Harry said with a snicker before leaving for the upstairs bathroom.

Retribution was sweet.


AN: That was fun to writ, i must say, i hope you enjoyed that as much as i did.

I'm curious to know if any of you have suggestions for the name of Harry's knife, and your theories about it.

As you might have guessed, that's going to be an important tool for Harry now.

chances are I might just use one, you never know.