Disclaimer: Everything else may be Rowling but some are still stationharry. (Sorry, I can't help writing these stupid little puns xD Deal with it~)

Warning: M for slash (HP/TMRLV), Post-GoF, slightly insane and definitely dark Harry

"Normal dialogue"

*Parseltongue*

'Thoughts'

On July 31, 1982, the lives of the inhabitants of Number 4 Privet Drive drastically changed.

The "freak" they raised out of the kindness of their hearts finally showed an outward sign of his abnormality.

The boy has always been strange. He never cried and those blasted eyes seemed to follow their every move. Eerie green eyes that looked far too intelligent for a baby.

He also, quite literally, never made a sound. They assumed that the kid was just mute and hoped that Petunia Dursley's sister hadn't passed down her freakishness to their nephew.

Well, it is safe to say that their hopes were crushed.

It was a lovely summer afternoon and the Dursleys were in the living room, Vernon and Petunia Dursley coaxing words from their son, Dudley Dursley. So far, they were only getting words like "Mine" and "No."

Today was the freak's second birthday - his first in this household - and they decided not to mention anything. He was just around the same age as their little Dudders; he wouldn't even understand what was happening, what with his freakish and probably damaged brain.

They finally managed to get a "Mmmm" sound from the ball-shaped toddler and they had thought it was the start of a "Mama" but it turned out to be "More." Vernon was stupidly repeating the word "Dada" over and over when the quiet boy walked towards them in a steady manner that toddlers simply should not be able to do. He stood a good distance away from the group and waited. It was either they didn't notice him, or they were ignoring him. Minutes passed and the boy still stood noiselessly at the side lines. After what seemed like a quarter of an hour, the kid coughed in his hand.

Both adult Dursleys froze and their smiles dissolved. They turned their heads jerkily in a synchronized fashion and the black-haired toddler smiled in amusement. Now the Dursleys were getting even more creeped out. Goosebumps littered their skin and Petunia even whimpered. Nothing could be scarier than this.

"Dear Aunt and Uncle, I have a favour to ask of you both," he said in a young, high-pitched voice that was normal for a child but sounded weird on him after talking like an adult.

That proved them wrong. Petunia Dursley fainted while Vernon Dursley was too shocked to catch his wife so Petunia fell on Dudley. The blonde-haired tyke started wailing and the ear-splitting sound spurred Vernon Dursley to come to his son's rescue.

Harry Potter rolled his eyes and walked away. Now he'd have to wait until they had pulled themselves together.

'And they call themselves mature adults? What a joke,' he thought as he sighed in exasperation and headed for his secret corner to resume his lessons.

For the whole remainder of the afternoon, Harry tried to talk to his Aunt and Uncle. But both of them were larger and had longer legs so Harry couldn't exactly chase them. Finally, dinner came and his patience was wearing thin. The Dursleys ate without including him as usual. Tonight was different, though. Tonight Harry wasn't obediently staying put in his crib.

Tonight he joined the table.

His Aunt screamed in a strangled voice, obviously still scared of him, but his Uncle's shock seemed to be wearing off. He was glaring at the boy and he balled his beefy hands tightly.

"What are you doing, boy," he questioned in a tone that suggested that it was not a question.

Nevertheless, Harry answered. "As I said before, I have a favour to ask of you both."

Vernon narrowed his eyes at him. Petunia's pitiful mewling, Dudley's incessant thumping of his plastic tumbler and his throwing of big lumps of thick, gooey baby cereal were all grating on Harry's nerves. He wanted to be in the silent confines of his corner as soon as was possible so he started talking.

"I need a whole room to myself."

His Uncle went from red to purple. He stood abruptly and leaned on his thick arms on the edge of the dining table. It quite amused Harry. The man looked like a purple potato about to explode. And explode he did.

"You have your cupboard, boy. That's more than enough for you! After giving you a place to live, clothes to wear and food to eat, you dare ask for more! How dare you, how dare you abuse our kindness after providing for you when your stupid, irresponsible, worthless parents can't because they got themselves blown up in a fit of alcohol-induced adrenaline!" Vernon was now panting in anger.

Harry's face was blank. After a few seconds, he asked, "Are you finished now, Uncle?"

Vernon eyes widened but he didn't say anything.

"I am asking nicely and I-" he was cut off in mid-sentence when a ball of sticky cereal hit him full in the face.

It was a dramatic moment, thick substance slowly dripping down Harry's face and his eyes opening in an equally slow pace, with Dudley's uncontrollable laughter in the background. Vernon stepped back and stumbled back to his chair. Both he and Petunia sat back as far as they can in their seats in fear and Petunia even considered cupping her Dudders' mouth to muffle his laughs. Their nephew's intense green eyes seemed to be glowing. The temperature suddenly dropped and they can almost feel a burning cold in the air, slowly suffocating them. For a moment, each of the Dursleys, even Dudley, saw themselves reflected in the boy's eyes with blood pouring off every hole in their head; their eyes, nose, ears. But before they could blink, it was gone and the temperature was back to normal and they tried to think if it was just their imagination, except boring people like the Dursleys didn't have random visions as interesting as that.

Harry wiped his face with the palm of his right hand and flicked his wrist to throw the goo at Dudley's direction.

"You savage blonde piglet," Harry hissed with vehemence, his words dripping with poison.

Petunia gasped and even Dudley seemed to sense that he was insulted because he started shrieking at small Harry. Vernon reached his limit and stood up to hit the disrespectful little shit that seemed to think he could insult his family just because he can talk when said shit produced a knife from his back.

Harry tsked. "Now, now, Uncle Vernon. You wouldn't hurt p-poor lit-t-little Harry, would you?" he said in what he thought was the way he was supposed to sound like if he wasn't special.

'Thank goodness I am what I am now. I couldn't stand sounding that pitiful and weak,' he thought with a silent sigh of relief.

He lightly trailed the knife's pointed edge in a circle around his target. He could reach neither his Uncle's chest nor his stomach due to Harry's exceptionally small two-year-old body so he pointed the knife at the only "vital" part his limited reach could stab.

He grinned from ear to ear when his Uncle paled as Harry poked his crotch with the sharp knife.

"Do I have your full attention now?" He asked the room at large. Petunia was looking faint and was covering Dudley's mouth. Strangely enough, the toddler wasn't struggling. It seemed like he finally followed his instincts and smelled danger in the air.

His Uncle didn't move. He was barely even breathing, maybe fearing that he'd be pressing against the knife if he so much as inhaled. Harry interpreted the silence as a yes.

"Good Dursleys," he purred. "Now, all I really wanted was a room. The Master bedroom, if my Dear Aunt and Uncle would be so kind. I'd be very much obliged," he paused to see if there were any objections. He chuckled when nobody made a sound of disagreement.

"Very good," the two-year-old said in a pleased voice and he didn't seem to notice the strong, invisible waves of glee coming from him and soaking his relatives. Their eyes seemed to glaze a bit before clearing and, almost instantly, they felt happy that they were able to please the little boy. The Dursleys felt empty, like they had lost something irreplaceable when the feeling retreated. The burning need to feel that comforting aura again and to recover what was lost was so strong they were convinced that they had to please Harry from now on.

"As a reward for your good behaviour, I promise to stay hidden in the house and pretend I don't exist. As long as you don't give me a reason to get out, anyway," he tilted his head in a silent question.

"Of course, Harry," they chorused.

"That won't be necessary, though, Harry. You could do whatever you want," Petunia said in one breath, words tumbling out of her mouth like she was afraid someone would say it first. Harry dropped his knife-wielding hand and tucked the weapon away behind him as he smiled at Petunia.

"Thank you, dear aunt."

Vernon seemed to panic and blabbered "I can drive you wherever you want to!"

Harry laughed merrily. 'Ah, so this is power. How intoxicating.'

Dudley looked like he wouldn't allow himself to lose either. He strung a couple of words that surprisingly made sense, considering that it was Dudley who constructed it. "Game, Shocklet, guuuuh," he gurgled, pointing at the black-haired child that was smaller and younger than him.

Harry's eyes twinkled as he thought of all the possibilities. He laughed again and the Dursleys felt the wave return and they enthusiastically jumped from the ship and drowned in Harry's aura.

Harry dismissed them and headed for the stairs.

'Happy birthday to me,' Harry thought as he opened the door to his new room. He explored every nook and cranny and studied various objects he wasn't allowed to touch before. He was so engrossed he lost track of time and was startled when the clock struck twelve.

As twelve chimes echoed across the room and ended his birthday, Harry realized that this was the first time he had some toys to play with. He smiled. He had his puppets and he would surely enjoy the show.

A/N: No Tom in here, disappointingly enough. I can't help but write some some Harry/Tom "interactions" when they're together and I didn't need distractions for this chapter. I had to present the plot at some point xD

Aaaand, lastly, I know it's a little early and presumptuous of me but I'm thinking of doing some Drarry in Harry's early years before Tom. You know, the no-feelings-attached kind (On Harry's side anyway *wiggles eyebrows*). I'd like to have Harry come off as experienced but the idea of him being inexperienced is also quite cute orz

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