Warnings for this chapter: Violence, abuse, blood, gore, you know that sort of thing that make this story rated M.

Petunia was the one to open the door, she took one look at me then sneered. She peered passed my head and around the street to make sure no one was watching and then pulled me roughly into the house while slamming the door shut.

"Vernon! The freaks back!" She shrieked while dragging me towards the kitchen where my whale of an uncle was now standing. She threw me into the room while snatching my trunk which caused me to trip and fall on the floor right in front of Vernon's feet. I heard his dark laugh and the distant sound of Petunia rushing up the stairs with my trunk. I was grabbed by my hair and forced to stand.

"You're such a freak you can't even walk without making even more of a fool of yourself. I think we have some lost time to make up for while you've been at your little freak school." He pulled me over to the kitchen units and opened a draw. My eyes widened slightly at the knife that he pulled out.

It wasn't unusual for him to use a knife but not this soon after coming back into the house. He must be pissed if he's getting a knife now. Perfect. Just what I need.

I tried to struggle out of his grasp but regretted it as soon as I made the movement. I whimpered as the knife was suddenly at my throat slicing into my skin slightly, I could feel the warmth of my blood trickling down and dampening my shirt.

"We will have none of your little escape acts, thank you very much. Now, you're going to go up to your room, which you don't even deserve, and if you even try to run away this will be nothing to what I will make you feel boy." His voice was so deadly calm that it sent shivers down my spine. He discovered last year that this tone of voice effects me the worst and I wish he never figured it out.

He dropped the knife away from my neck and released his hold on me. I walked at a steady pace back into the hallway and as I started walking up the stairs I felt a fist connect with my back.

I fell forward but managed to catch myself on my hands. He carried on as I practically crawled up the stairs, laughing with each hit that brought me to the ground.

I finally made it up to the landing and I got back up onto my feet only to be hit back down again. My spine couldn't take much more of his attacks so I swallowed whatever pride I had for myself as I gave up with walking and just crawled to my room.

I got through my door way and quickly stood and walked to my bedside table and placed my glasses down before spinning around to face the now blurry vision of Vernon.

That's when I shut down, I receded myself into my mind and hid behind many doors and walls of elemental forces that I could think of to escape the pain I knew was to come. I just waited for whatever he was going to do. I could still slightly feel the pain that burned throughout my body with each strike he made and I could hear his insane laughter as he shouted many things at me, which just flew straight past my ears. I didn't know if I was screaming of not or even if I was flinching every time the knife came close to my skin. But I didn't care, soon this would all be over and he would leave me alone.

-x-

Next thing I know I'm opening my eyes. I'm on the floor of my bedroom and its pitch black. I groaned as I tried to sit up, a pain shot through my spine and travelled over the rest of my body making me wonder what Vernon had done to me this time. That was the only problem with when I shut myself off completely when he attacked me, I never know what exactly he has done.

While letting my eyes adjust to the dark, I realised I could see perfectly even though I could see my glasses were still on the bedside table. I leaned my back against my bed and I soon regretted the action as another shot of pain travelled through my body.

I slowly moved to stand up, wincing at the pain that coursed through me. I moved towards my wardrobe and started to remove my torn and bloodied clothing until I was standing in my underwear. I looked up at the full length mirror that was so cracked it was impossible to make anything out. I suppose I was smashed up against this at some point then... I pressed my fingers to the glass and it started to repair itself but I didn't expect what I saw.

My glamours had dropped. Ah... that's why I can clearly then... I had fixed that problem last year after the tri-wizard tournament, it was a hindrance that I could easily go without so I took the opportunity and ceased it.

My hair was straight now, while reaching the back of my knees and my fringe was practically covering my eyes from view, though you could still see them glowing unnaturally behind it. I had tried to cut my hair but every time I did it would grow back the next day and sometimes it would grow twice as long. It got to the length it is now and then just stopped, my fringe never grew past the length it is now as well and no matter how many times I tried cutting it would just grow back like the rest of my hair.

I was a bit shorter, I had shrunk from my glamour height of 5" 6 to about 5"4. However, my face looked quite a bit older, more like an eighteen year old. Apart from the obvious malnutrition and sleep deprivation that showed in my face I would stretch to say I could possibly be good looking, to some extent. As I was examining my looks I noticed the large red line that protruded from underneath the right hand side of my overly long fringe.

I lifted up my fringe to see two cuts. One was in my middle of my eye and travelling from above my scar, through it and down to the bottom of my cheek. The second one was more to the right and was about half the size of the other. How the fuck can I see with those things? Surely they must have cut into the eye ball itself? What surprised me as well was the fact my uncle never did anything to harm me where it could be seen by anyone easily. He didn't know I used glamours to hide them anyway but I didn't need him to find out that. I don't even want to think about what he would do then.

I looked down at the rest of my body and saw lots of red gashes littering my abnormally white skin, which was caused by the glamours covering my skin from the sun nearly every second for the past few years. If he was using a gun I would have said he had gone trigger happy... I pressed my fingers on each slice and winced as I felt the skin knitting back together. The spell I used healed the cuts instantly and prevented any infections but it could do nothing against the scarring they caused. I left all the ones that were in easy to see places and opened the wardrobe door to retrieve my supply of bandages.

I reapplied my glamours and started to wrap the bandages around my arms mostly and one around my neck to hide the now deep cut that Vernon must have sliced back into, I was surprised I hadn't bleed to death. I always seem to have some uncanny ability to survive the impossible.

I looked back into the mirror and wondered what to do about the cuts on my face. I can't heal them because then he will be suspicious... I can't go round with a bandage on my head either so what do I do?

I glanced back in the wardrobe and pulled out a first aid kit, inside I managed to find some gauze and adhesive tape and had to settle with placing that over my eye. I'll just have to heal it slightly every day until it until I don't need this anymore, then they shouldn't ask any questions. I hope this won't weaken my sight in that eye too much, I have too many books to read and I can't risk the possibility of my eye becoming weak, it's another thing that could kill me in battle.

I dressed myself in some clean clothes and pulled the bottomless bag out of my trousers from the previous day. I pulled out some books and got started on what would now be filling up my entire days. Learning the darkest of the Dark Arts and Spell Creation.

-x-

I woke up and rubbed my eyes. I gazed over to the window to see the blinding street lights blaring through the gaps of the curtains onto my bed. I've been back with the Dursley's for about two weeks now and in that time I have managed to totally mess up my sleeping patterns and read through all my books and learn all the spells wandlessly and non-verbally. I even surprised myself with how much my magic was growing, it just didn't seem to have a limit.

It's my birthday in a couple of weeks and then sometime after that I will have to try and contact Voldemort. I still don't have anything really planned out for it though. My luck has got me through a lot, why not this? Then again, can I really say I have luck? I pressed my fingers to the cuts going through my eye. I didn't have to wear the gauze anymore and I was quite thankful for it, it was just a nuisance to be honest.

While I had been reading all of my books I noticed how my thoughts were getting darker and my emotions were becoming less controllable, my mask was starting to slip. I even shouted at Vernon the other day, which I was answered to with a deep slice across my stomach later on that the night, even then I retaliated back again. I think I'm starting to scare him with the way I've been fighting back, that or pissing him off even more. But I swear if he evens tries it again I'm not even going to hold back my magic...

My thoughts faded as my bedroom door was slammed open with Vernon standing in the doorway with a large butcher's knife in his hand. I sat up in my bed as he walked over to me. He grabbed me by my collar and pushed me back down. Well, who am I to go against my own words?

"Get. Off. Me." I spat out at him, he seemed to freeze in shock at my tone but it soon seemed to distort into anger as his fist which grabbed onto my collar seemed to tighten even more.

"What was that, you fucking freak? You think you can tell me what to do? I thought by now you would have learnt your lesson that you don't belong in this world! But it seems you need to be taught it again! How about another slice down the other eye? Even that stupid filthy godfather of yours wouldn't help you! Oh but wait! He can't do anything anyway because HE'S DEAD!" After his last sentence he laughed darkly while picking me up as best as he could and threw me across to the other side of the room.

My back smashed into the mirror and I felt it shatter beneath me as I slid down. I could feel the shards embedding themselves deep into my flesh. He kept laughing as I picked myself up from the floor. My head was facing the ground and he seemed to take it as me submitting to his abuse. That is it! I don't give a shit anymore! The fucking Ministry can do what the fuck they like to me after this! I'm going to have some fun.

"What's wrong boy? Going to cry? It's not like he ever cared for you? No one does! No one ever will! You're just going to..." He froze in his rant as he saw the smirk on my face as my head snapped up. I stopped trying to force my anger and magic back and as I did I felt my glamour slip. His eyes widened as he saw me transform. I let some of my aura release so as I has a slight black glow around me. Vernon then started backing away.

"Y...You can't be doing this... This is your freaky magic... They will know! They will take you away! You will be locked up! I know you can't do anything to me! You're not allowed to!" He then had the nerve to make a step forward as if to prove his point. It wasn't going to do anything. I've already cracked. My minds already slipped into insanity. I can do what I want and I will, and right now I want to see him scream.

-x-

"You know what? You're totally wrong Vernon. I can do what the fuck I want. And well, now all I want to do is. Kill. You." I stepped forward with each word I hissed out in a dark voice I barely recognised as my own. It was deeper than usual and darker with a mysteriousness mixed in. Vernon looked at me in horror then to the door he had left open. He made a run for it and before he was even half way across the room it slammed shut and you could hear the sounds of all the locks on the other side clicking into place trapping him in the room with me. I walked up closer to him and I saw his eyes wonder to my arms where scars littered everywhere. I looked down as well and then back to him and I smirked even wider.

"Yes Vernon, these are all the scars you have caused me. I hid them all with glamours when I went back to Hogwarts so I wasn't asked questions and so you thought they healed over time. Let me tell you now Dearest Uncle they don't heal and they never will, and what I'm going to do to you will never heal either." My smirk morphed into what I can only imagine was a sadistic grin as he started to shake, his mouth opening and closing without sound, his voice lost.

I slide the knife out of his hand before he could realise what I was doing. As soon as it had slipped from his closed fists I raised it to slice it across his overly fat stomach. He let out a cry and I sneered at the horrid sound. I thought hearing him scream would be more enjoyable, but if it sounds like that I'm not so sure.

I stepped back to put some distance between us. I raised my hand and closed my eyes. I looked for my magical core and found it within seconds. When found I imagined his bones breaking and fracturing in several places before breaking through his skin. With the image firmly in my head and the required magic drawn from my core I snapped my eyes open and willed my magic to do exactly what I had imagined.

The screams that came from the huge whale were bliss to my ears. I started laughing. I was enjoying this much more then I should have been but I couldn't help it. It was so much fun as I snapped each of his bones individually and I watched with fascination as the blood poured through the punctured holes that the white protrusions had caused all over. His screams stopped and I presumed he had become unconscious from the pain and blood loss but I wasn't having any of that. I walked up and crouched next to his body so I was level with his eyes. I cast a quiet enervate bringing him round and then as he stared into my eyes, with nothing but pure fear, I broke the final bone. His neck.

The bone went straight through his jugular vein and spayed my face and chest with his dark crimson blood. I smiled widely at the fact that I will never have to see him ever again or have to put up with his torture.

-x-

I stood up as Petunia had managed to locate all the keys to the locks and open them all. She opened the door with a look of worry on her horse like face. It didn't take long for her look of worry to warp into one of despair and terror as her gaze found her husband's body. She looked up at me assuming I was a stranger, her eyes flicked across my body taking in the blood covering my body and dripping off my hair and in slow realisation she screamed.

I peered behind her to see Dudley appear, his usual fat pink face nearly turned white. He turned and then I heard the unmistakable sound of retching. I grimaced at the sound then as I walked towards them my grimace turned into a feral smirk.

"Dear Aunty, I hope you are well. Vernon's just taking a bit of a... rest at the moment. Were you thinking of joining him?" She took a step back shaking like a leaf. As her back touched the wall she seemed to find her voice.

"H...Ha...Harry? Wha... Wh..." As she spoke my name I heard a gasp come from Dudley and as I turned towards him he took off at a slow pace but I knew it was meant to be a run. I can't tell if it's the shock, because he's pissing himself or just that he's just that fat. I outstretched my hand towards Petunia's arm and whispered one of my newly invented spells.

"Osvocant." She let out a high-pitched scream as the bone in her arm broke through her flesh and flew through the air into my hand. I smirked, pleased that my spell worked exactly how I wanted it to. Dudley came to a standstill he turned at the sound of his pathetic mothers screaming, his face contorted into terror and panic. I opened my hand and focused on the bone hovering just in front of my outstretched palm, facing it towards Dudley.

"Time to go join your father Dudders. Osiacio." The bone shot forward as if it was propelled by a gun, nearly impossible to see with the human eye. He was hit right in the middle of his forehead, the bone implanting itself deep into his brain. His eyes rolled back, blood trickling from the corners of his mouth as he fell to his knees, he kept falling until he was sprawled on the floor, his body motionless. I laughed manically amazed by the outcomes of my own spells, which up to this point I had no idea if they would even work. While appreciating my bloody work I heard Petunia's whimpers from my side.

"Oh, Sorry Auntie. I can't believe I nearly forgot about you!" She whimpered more at my acknowledgement and I crouched in front of her. "Hmm... What should I do with you? I have a few new spells I could use… Oh! I've got just the thing! How does bleeding to death from the inside without even having the possible chance of stopping it or even slowing the flow of blood down sound like? Oh well, I don't care what you say I think it's a great idea! Medulla interna!" She let out a piercing cry as her intestines were sliced open, making me grimace. Maybe I should have gone for the heart she doesn't make a very nice sound.

-x-

I watched as she slowly slipped away, her breaths becoming more shallow and strained. She kept on fighting in vain the pull of death for the next couple minutes until she couldn't resist the pull any longer. I smiled with satisfaction as I heard her take those last few last breaths. As this happened I felt the magic radiating from the wards around the house fade until it was as if they were never there and they were completely gone.

You've got to be kidding me. This is all it took to get rid of them? That means he can come here. This is great! I rushed into my bedroom jumping over the blood that was pooling around Vernon's body. I climbed onto my bed and sat cross legged. I only placed back my glamour to hide my scars and pulled my aura completely back so nothing was visible.

I started to open up my side of the mind connection with Voldemort. I could feel his presence pulsing in the distance and as soon as he felt my presence as well he sent a huge bolt of pain, making me grit my teeth and causing my scar to start bleeding.

'Fucking hell you're angry! Calm down! I'm just here to talk!' I didn't know why but I had automatically switched to parseltongue. The pain seemed to subside slightly as Voldemort seemed to be thinking over my request.

'Why would you possibly want to talk to me and why should I even bother to listen to you, Potter?' He hissed back, I was sure that if I could see him his expression would be some sort of mix between a sneer and a smirk. There also seemed to be some curiosity mixed in his tone which made me smile. I just might have a chance here.

''I'm would like to request that we talk face to face. You can come to my… 'Home'. You will find that the wards are no longer active and there is no one here but me. I can assure you that this is no trap even the stupid Order is not idiotic enough to even try that, you can even bring your death eaters, I don't care, but I need to speak with you. If you choose to come I will be waiting in the room upstairs with all the locks on the door.' With that I shut off my side of the connection and hoped to any gods that may exist that the Dark Lord would turn up.

I swivelled myself around so I was facing the open door of my room. I could see Vernon's body in front of me and Petunia's against the wall opposite my open door. Well this should certainly be interesting. I let out a small chuckle and sat waiting, never moving an inch.