Sorry for long time. Two schools and must-go to gym takes a lot and I hardly find time to write.
Pearl; thank very much for your review.
HoshiHikari; I remember you. Thanks for reviewing again. I appreciate it very much. Don't understood very well the dream? About Lucious, remember that Voldemort is angry with him, so that's why he left him there.
Thank you again for both reviewers. Please don't stop. Now, the story must continue!
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Chapter 5.- Dear Family
Two days later, Harry Potter and Lord Voldemort stepped on Privet Drive number 4.
Harry looked more pale and skinny than when he visited Cho and didn't have that happy mood when he visited the Weasleys. Instead, he seemed to have suffered too many Cruciatus Curses and his lips were bleeding.
Hedwig and Fawkes were flying above them. This kind of irritated Voldemort, but Harry had already paid for that.
"So here is where you came on summers." Said Voldemort
"Probably the orphanage was better."
"I hated that place"
"Well, I hate this"
Silence.
"Something in common, Potter"
"Yes. Not the first thing, if you can see. Shall I knock?"
Vernon, Petunia, and Dudley Dursley were watching T.V. like usual. Day and night, the T.V. was on. First Voldemort didn't understand it, but then he realized that was the cause muggles were like that.
"Now, who the hell can it be?" asked Vernon Dursley when he heard the knock. He hated when someone dare to distract him from the T.V.
Again, the same scene as it had happen with the Malfoys and the Weasleys, occur when Vernon opened the door.
"Potter?"
"Believe me. This is the last time I step here." was his only reply.
The Dursleys were shocked, more than anything. Some time before, they had been told that Potter was in prison and will never appear there. They were happy about that, and now he was there.
"How- I mean, why are you here?" asked Vernon.
Harry sat on the couch and sight. Voldemort just stay standing next to him with his face of disgust.
"I'm going to be honest. I've come to kill you."
Hedwig squeak. Voldemort caressed her, something weird, though. Dursleys didn't react about what Harry said.
"I'm sorry, what?"
He smiled and said: "Yes, my dear family, I've come to kill you"
Petunia ran to get the phone. Harry shouted "Petrificus Totalitus" and she felt immobile to the floor.
"Relax Petunia, not yet."
"Stupid muggle" whispered Voldemort. Vernon heard him. He didn't move nor say anything.
Dudley threw himself over Harry. His fat hands tried to reach the boy's neck, when all of a sudden, in a flash of light; Dudley was dangling upside down in midair as though an invisible hook had hoisted him up by the ankle.
Harry coughed, then watched how funny and pathetic Dudley looked upside down. "Enjoying the view?"
"Potter, how did you do that?" asked a dazed Vernon.
"It's called magic"
Voldemort burst out laughing. Petunia couldn't speak and Dudley was dangling upside down. An irritated Vernon said:
"Yes, I know you did magic. What I'm asking is how could you if you didn't speak or made something with you wand"
"There are some spells that are Non-verbal. This spell is called Levicorpus" he pointed to Dudley "and some wizards can do magic wand-less. I'm not very skilled on that area, but I can do this one."
"Where did you learnt it?" asked Voldemort
"Half-Blood Prince, or better called Snape, wrote it on his Advanced Potion-Making book. I still have that book."
Petunia's eyes got bigger. Dudley was turning purple because all the blood was running to his head. Vernon tried to put Dudley down, but when he did it, again he turned upside down. He tried and tried. Harry roared with laughter.
"You need the counter-jinx, idiot"
"So say it quickly!" yelled Vernon
Harry thought it for a while then another flash of light and Dudley fell to the ground. Voldemort glared at him.
Dudley coughed and started to get up, but he was weak. He didn't look well. Harry came closer to him and whisper to his ear "Want to die right now, or after I tell a story?"
"Die?"
"Yes, die. I've told you that I am going to kill you. Still don't believe, do you?"
In a stupid way, he replied: "Well, die after the story"
"Good choice, Dudders. Have a sit, Voldemort, for now it's time" He sat. "You too, Uncle Vernon. Petunia, you can't move, but you can listen. Dudley, stay there. It's too much exercise for you to stand up and sit on the couch."
The night was quiet, peacefully and warm. These remember to Harry the night when dementors attacked him and his cousin. Now this time it wasn't going to be dementors who disturbed the night. But he wasn't going to disturbed it. Death could be quickly and painless. Well, not that, he was willing to make them suffer.
"Family, we can continue from there since we are among it. If you, my Lord, according to the Prophecy had chosen Neville Longbotton instead of me, then this would be another story and I would have a family. Maybe the dark times before me would have stopped because you would have killed Neville, or maybe not. Maybe he would be "The Chosen One" and "The Boy Who Lived" and all that nonsense and I would be a stupid boy like him, or maybe normal. Perhaps either way we would be enemies, because my parents would be on the Order Of The Phoenix. So I guess it is still weird that we are allies.
"Anyway, if I have had my parents I wouldn't have had so much contact with the Dursleys. Let's be honest, I hate you because you hate me. You're my prelude to hate muggles and related. I remember in my second year in Hogwarts with all about the Chamber of Secrets when people thought that I was the Heir of Slytherin, that since I hated you, Dursleys, I hated all muggles. Back then I didn't, still innocent, c'mon, I was twelve.
"But why all this hatred among ourselves? Well, you loathe magic, so that includes me. Correct me if I'm wrong Voldemort, but didn't you feel frustration when you realized your dad wasn't a wizard? I can say that growing with someone that doesn't want me make something in my mind. A kids' trauma it can say. Why you kill even your own Uncle? For the same reason I'm going to kill mine." Vernon chocked. "Yes, I'm telling the truth about killing you.
"During my sixth year when I dreamt about torturing, Petunia, Dudley, and Vernon were the first persons I imagine. Oh yes, and know it's coming true" Harry was jumping from excitement. "As I was saying, I like it, very much indeed. The screaming in my head made music to me. I was fed up about everybody saying 'Potter, Potter, Harry, Harry, The Chosen One,' and shrieking to me. But then, Malfoy had obsessed me. Well, that's another topic. As for you, Dursleys, that is the prelude to your death."
He stopped. Uncomfortable silence.
"That's it?" Voldemort yelled "Just that?"
"No Voldemort, chill off, don't be impatient. I said that's it for the topic of the Dursleys. Live with them, be humiliated by them, be far from them, hate them, kill them. In few words, that's it, about them.
"But what is the main idea of what I'm telling? Family, everything is reduced to that. Dursleys are my only biological family left. But for me, family means Sirius and Weasleys."
"The family we just saw days ago." Said Voldemort
"I remember those Wealeys" risked to say Dudley
"Of course you remember them, Dudders, the red-hair boys who come when we were fourteen. The ones you always saw waving me good-bye at the train station. The lovely Ginny, poor Ron, the funny twins Fred and George, the pompous Percy, punk and french gal Bill and Fleur (she comes to the picture recently), dragon nanny Charlie, hysterical Molly, and muggle-lover Arthur, makes the Weasley family.
"I killed the pompous Percy, didn't I?" asked Voldemort
"Oh yes, but like I said, one Weasley less. He was the only one I didn't like, well, when I used to like them. Biologically they weren't my family, but they kind of adopt me and gave me home every vacation."
"Sure," said Voldemort "and you save part of them when their life was in danger, and know want to murder them? Doesn't fit in your profile, my Potter, well, didn't fit in your profile. What happened through your head that made you change?"
Harry wasn't able to answer immediately.
"Hmm, I think you do not have the guts to kill them, do you?"
"No master" Yes, few times he says that word. "It is just that… well, you left me speechless. Let me try to answer.
"Indeed is weird since only few months I was bests with them. To be honest, it hurt me the last time I saw them. I mean really saw them, before I went to see you and became to the Dark Side. I didn't say anything. Didn't say good-bye, not a warning, nothing. But that's another topic, what happen on my last moments with the Light.
"I remember my first day at school. Nobody spoke to me. Then Ron came. Since then we were friends, but the first person was Malfoy. He offered to be my friend instead of being Ron's. I said no then, and from there we were enemies. Curious how things turned out to be.
"Little things annoyed me always from Ron. And so one day that was it. One day I saw him in my dreams, being tortured by me, and I liked it. I did liked it! Oh, that was so seductive. Suddenly this came to my head and his screams, then all the family screaming. This has still not come true, though, but it will.
"However, there is a dilemma in me, and its name is Ginny. I love her, but I want her to suffer, see her blood running in my hands, hearing her begging to me to stop. It has come true with Cho Chang, she has already asked me to kill her, but despicable as I am, I'm waiting for the perfect opportunity to do it. So…murder her? Don't know."
Lord Voldemort looked pleased with himself.
"I'm proud of you my little Potter. But there's still one thing more concerning to family, what about Sirius Black?"
"Well…, what can you conclude, since I have killed his murderer Bellatrix Lestrange? He have had been one of the first persons sending me to Azkaban, if he could not had kill me. Yeah, I guess if he had not died, then maybe all these feelings and the lust for power have hadn't seduced me.
"Curious how his life ended. He finished in Azkaban for twelve years accused of a crime he did not do. Then escaped and lived as a dog for two years, and end up locked in his own family's house. When he went out for the first time in months, he was murdered!
"But why was he the only Black who wasn't a Death Eater? Why Voldemort, can you tell me? Why his brother was and not him? He was a good wizard, he could have been a good Death Eater. He had it in his blood, he longed to kill. But then why he didn't serve you? Why you choose Peter instead of Sirius? I know that Sirius have died rather than betraying my father. But before making best with James, since he was a little child, his own name said it, then why didn't he turned out to be a Death Eater?"
Harry looked at a thoughtful Voldemort. He did not say anything. Slowly he took out his wand at pointed it to Petunia, who was still petrified.
"No!" roared Vernon, and he throw himself into Harry. So did Dudley.
"Let go you filthy muggles!" yelled Harry. Voldemort just watched the scene. Then again Dudley was dandling upside down and Vernon backed off from Harry.
"It is your time Vernon Dursley." He said pointing with his wand at him. "Avada Kedavra." Green light came out from Harry's wand.Vernon fell to the ground. He was dead.
"DAD!" shouted Dudley.
"Sorry Dudders, but he deserved it." He pointed at the petrified Petunia. "Avada Kedavra." Again the green light. Petunia's eyes stopped blinking.
"MOM!" he shouted again.
"There, there Dudley, it's not a big deal, you are going with them." Dudley fell to the ground, for Harry had thought the counter-jinx. "Crucio"
The house filled with Dudley's screams. Harry was enjoying it and Voldemort just watched.
"You see Dudley, I never liked you, the way you treat me and all. I couldn't do anything to you when I was here because it was forbidden to me to do magic. But now since I'm seventeen I can make you suffer. Do you like it? Enjoy, Crucio!"
Dudley was twisting because of the pain. Harry was just laughing at him. "My dear cousin, it's so fun to do this. You always thought I couldn't defend myself? You hit me, and I'm torturing you. That's life." He came close to him and whisper "Goodbye Dudley Dursley, AVADA KEDAVRA" The green light hit him and he stopped living.
The three bodies were lying on the floor. There wasn't any marks on them. Harry stare at them. Voldemort came closer to him and said:
"Well done, Potter, well done. Now off we go" And they disappeared.
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Finally. It's eleven o'clock on a Friday night. It took me weeks to write it, but here it is. Please review and thank you for reading.
Zou-Chang