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Vernon was a creature of habit; always was, always will be. He awoke at five thirty in the morning, eat the breakfast that his wife Petunia made along with his son, Dudley, kissed Petunia's cheek and headed out of the door at promptly six o'clock. He got into his car and took a deep breath letting the new car smell overwhelm him. He turned the starter over and with a purr of the engines, the car started. He backed the car out of the driveway and, shifting the gears, took off for his work at Grunning Drills Inc. Both he and the rest of the Drive were unaware of the purple flash of light in the lamps of the car.

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Vernon Dursleys day started off as routine as before; he got to work at 7 sharp and checked in promptly before seven o' one. He made his way up to the fifth floor of his work and entered office number 904. He sat down at a large desk, facing away from a very large window. He looked over some paperwork for the Drills that were in production and that were to be shipped out, made a few comments on some various papers for the production men, he yelled at some interns that had made a bunch of follys, took a short but well-earned coffee break and then returned to yelling at the interns.

At noon, he left his office and walked to a sandwich shop and bought an fully loaded sandwich with the works and an earl gray tea. Sitting at his usual spot, he ate happily away. If the big oaf had bothered to look up, he would've seen two birds of enormous size and wingspan; it was none other than Razorbeak and Airazor, watching the one that had harmed their master and informing him of what the slug was doing.

Alas Vernon knew none of this was going on as he headed back to his office. At one-thirty, he was a in a meeting with his head of the office and gave his own report of what was shipped out and what drills were needed to be bumped up in production. After the meeting, earning him a thousand pound commission, he returned to his office and proceeded to go over some paperwork that needed to be done.

This was how the last bit of his workday was; finishing up any paperwork that was leftover and, if they were still around, berate the interns on their pitiful excuse of work for that day. This did not happen as the Interns had left earlier that evening as to avoid their 'boss' and his snide comments. At precisely six-fifteen, Vernon cleaned up his work area, packed up his briefcase and left at six-sixteen.

Traveling by the elevator he got to the lobby at six-nineteen and headed out to the parking lot after saying good-night to the evening guard. As soon as the door slid shut, he picked up the pace to get to his car and to his home to the succulent stake that his wife had no doubt made.

Both birds from before watched from the roof of Grunnings and nodded to one another while sending back wireless information to their Leader.

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Vernon hummed happily to himself; the meeting had gone well and he couldn't wait to tell his pet that he had gained a thousand pound commission. They could go anywhere in the world…except France…snobbish little tarts lived in France. He would not let his son be exposed to them. As the man was rambling in his head, he didn't notice the wheel of the car slowly turning…making the car head for the forest where Harry and the Terrorcons waited.

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Havok darkly chucked in his mind; the plan was working perfectly. He had managed to get the whale of a human near the coordinates of his master's apparent 'death'. This had made the human upset for a time, but now the human was excited; it had muttered that it wanted to see what was left of the 'freak' after he was left here for dead. The lard figure got out quite eager to see what remained of his nephew. Havok watched as the man waddled forward and looked around, his face showing untold glee as he surveyed the area. Havok gave a dark chuckle in his mind…time to hunt the supposed 'hunter'.

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Vernon was ecstatic…no, he was more than that! He was…elated! He was joyful! He was pleased; his freak of a nephew was gone! Forever! He was tempted to do a dance right then and there to celebrate! Oh wait until Petunia heard the news! He giggled, he chortled, and he laughed insanely while holding his gut as he laughed to his heart's content! He was giddier then a school girl having her first kiss, her first…everything! He began singing a bad version of 'ding-dong the freak is dead', when there was a roar of engine behind him.

This made Vernon Duresley pause at the roar; the engine was really close; in fact it sounded like…his own car!

The man spun around quickly and was slammed in the gut by the grill of the car as it jumped forward, its engines revving. He fell on his butt and scrambled back from his now erratic car as it continued revving its engine and inching forward.

"What the bloody hell is this?!" He shouted over the roar of the machine as it continued to jump at him. "What do you hooligans want!"

This seemed to make the car pause, making Vernon pant heavily. The machine sat idling for a few scant minutes making Vernon sweat profusely. Then…his confusion turned to stark cold fear as the car began to…change.

The back became legs, the side arms with the doors becoming shoulders and the hood a chest with a head coming out and twisting around, purple eyes and jagged teeth. The being towered over Vernon, its optics glowing bright, before it lowered itself to one knee and looked Vernon in the eye, its teeth flashing.

Vernon did the only thing that he could do…scream like a little girl while shitting his pants. His car…the being…was taken aback by the sudden scream and took a step back. Somehow, in Vernon's fear induced mind, he saw that the figure was startled and registered that it was a chance to escape.

That's what Vernon did; he rolled over and heaved himself to his feet taking off into an all out run. The being did not give chase; there was no need to. The Plan was going off without a hitch. Havok watched as the fat man stumbled away from him; he pressed a button on his head and spoke.

"The target is heading your way, Raptor…make him go toward the area where the master is waiting. And no killing!"

"Hurrrr, you don't need to tell me twice! And quit calling me Raptor, its Scorch!" Scorch snarled over the comlink making Havok chuckle lightly.

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Vernon ran. He ran for all he was worth…which when you are at least 250 to 300 plus pounds of nothing but fat is not very far. But adrenaline and fear made him go very far, extremely fast despite being a fat guy. He had run blindly into the forest, however…and night was approaching. This made it perfect for any predators that were about…or Terrorcons.

Scorch watched from the shadows of the brush as the fat human stumbled along panting and heaving mumbling incoherently about how he needed to lay off the wine. He snorted…this freak of nature had harmed his creator…he will not kill…but he would terrify.

Vernon panted and spat out saliva as he leaned against a tree, his beady eyes darting back and forth, looking for the…being that was once his car. He didn't notice massive being that had left his hiding place, silent as the grave and his eyes gleaming in the dark.

Vernon sighed in relief; the being hadn't followed him, so he was safe…for now. The next thing he had to do was get back to the tarmac and get to a phone to alert Petunia to come and get him. He let out a sigh again and turned around.

And ran smack into Scorch. The man fell back shocked before he began to blubber insanely as the predator from ages past peered down.

"Yesssssss, human…cower in fear!" The Terrorcon Warrior sneered out.

Vernon, the overwhelming sense of seeing his car transform into something freakish, did the only thing he could do after hearing…and seeing…an extinct animal speak to him of all things.

He fainted. Just…dropped like a stone in front of Raptor. The Terrorcon snorted in disgust as he looked at the fallen…whale-man.

"Hurrrr…worthless meatsack! I would gladly end your spark here and now." Scorch snarled as he opened his jaws ready to crush the head of the fat man before he retracted them. "But no…that pleasure is for my master and only my master."

The dinosaur walked around, grabbed the fat man's legs and began to drag him away…to the place where his master waited.

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Vernon blinked and squinted as he regained conscious; the light from several pillars of stone torches hurt his eyes for a few minutes. He blinked rapidly to clear the visions that were blurry. When the blurriness had faded, what he saw made his blood run ice cold.

He was in a podium chained down and in the center of what looked to be some sort of court. He looked around and let out a short yell; there were more…beings! He counted sixty to seventy of them, all standing in a circle surrounding him they're focus on…on something in front of him.

Vernon turned to where they were staring and he felt his heart skip several beats as his piggish, beady eyes laid on a figure shrouded in a black and purple duster with a hood concealing his/her face sitting on a black onyx throne, a metal…thing next to his right hand. The only indication that the person was alive so to speak was the glowing purple eyes that emanated from the hood of the duster.

The beings were chattering all around Vernon, quiets whispers and facial scowls that were directed at him. The figure continued to stare at Vernon, but had raised his left hand and let a sibilant hiss escape his unseen lips. Instantly, the beings had become silent and a figure near Vernon's height had walked forward, carrying a stone that had various glyphs on it.

The figure looked at Vernon with something akin to disgust before he spoke in a clear English tone.

"Vernon Duresley?" The being asked.

Vernon started, but regained himself.

"YES! I am he! What do you freaks want?!" Vernon bellowed out, spittle flying from his lips and some of it splashing on the figure unseen to the others.

Roller wiped the spittle off his optics and looked at the figure chained like some animal.

"You stand before the Terrorcon Council. It's head, soon to be High Lord of Earth, Master of the Magical World, Nebula Prime! We have brought you on charges upon discovery of a charge in your care…a Mister Harry Potter, murdered right here in this forest!" Roller read off the stone tome.

"THAT FREAK!? HE WAS AN ABOMNATION TO GOD! ALL OF HIS KIND ARE ABOMNATIONS! AND YOU SUPPORT HIM?! MAY YOU ALL BURN IN HELL ALONG WITH HIM!" Vernon roared causing many of the Preadcons to glare at the man turned whale.

"So you admit that you have murdered your own nephew?" Roller asked calmly.

"YES!" Vernon bellowed.

"I see…the defense rest their case…Prosecutor…you may cross examine the party." Roller said as he retreated back from his place.

Vernon stood stock still; Defense? That being was supposed to be the one to defend him? And he had just blurted out that killed his nephew to his Defense attorney! That didn't look good for him…not good at all.

Rocker came strolling up, carrying another tome in his servos and looked at Vernon.

"Did you, Vernon Duresley, take a mister Harry Potter in at age one?" Rocker asked.

"Yes, I did…not that I had much of a choice mind you! That whiskered old fool…but the pay was generous…hah! I'm glad that I got the wool of his old twinkling eyes!" Vernon crowed cheerfully.

This made the entire council sit up including Nebula; 'whiskered old fool? This could mean Dumbledore…interesting' was the thought of all the Terrorcons.

"I see…tell me…how much was the paid to take care of Mister Potter?"

"Five hundred thousand pounds a month!" Vernon said with pride. "And the little bastard never knew of it! It all went to my son, Dudley!"

This shocked everyone; the Dursleys were paid that much and not one pound went to Harry? This was a serious matter…a serious matter indeed.

Rocker gained his wits back and read over the tome; this final question would seal Vernon's Fate…though it was already pre-determined.

"Right then…did you ever abuse Harry Potter; this covers all abuse by the way. Sexual, Physical, Emotional, Mentally."

"No to the Sexual abuse. But I did beat the little freak whenever he had asked questions, told him that his parents were good-for-nothing drunks and saw to it that the brat was always put down and left alone with bribes to the headmaster of his Primary school!" Vernon cheered.

This made all the Predators angry; they had known that their master's life was not easy…but to think a boy would be subjected to that! Rocker noticed something that Vernon had said that the others, in their anger, hadn't noticed.

"You said that you told Mister Potter that his parents were good for nothing drunks…is that a lie?"

Vernon gave a small sneer one that made his already ugly face uglier.

"Yeah, it was a lie. His parents were freaks just like he was. Fat lot of good it got them! Dead! Just like they ought to be. Probably rotting in Hell too! Good riddance!"

This made everyone's already simmering tempers soar; the people knew but didn't inform Harry?! Just what kind of people…no…monsters were they dealing with?

"No further questions." Rocker said as he turned to the throne where Nebula sat. "Has his illustrious Lordship reached a final verdict based on the evidence from this man's mouth?"

The cloaked figure stood up slowly from his throne and locked his gaze on Vernon. In a cold, but quiet voice that boomed throughout the still night air, the figure spoke, his voice deep and rich but held an undercurrent of ultimate evil.

"I…have." The figure said slowly.

Rocker bowed low to his master as he asked the next phrase.

"Guilty or Innocent?"

The figure raised the metal thing high into the air. Once Vernon saw it, he let out an angry roar similar to a rhino.

"A freak thing! You're one of them! Spare me this mockery of Justice!" Vernon barked out in fury.

This made the figure give pause; the Preadcons all held their breath as the hand without the wand reached upward and grasped the side of the hood.

"Tell me…what your greatest strength is, so that I know best to undermine you." The figure said making Vernon's face pale. "Tell me your greatest fear Uncle, so that I know what to force you to face; Tell me what you cherish the most, so that I may take it all away from you, Tell me what you crave the most…so that I shall deny you its pleasure!"

The speech made Vernon's blood and heart freeze at the same time; uncle? But…there was only one freak who dared to call him that…it was…

"BOY! You're alive?!" Vernon said with shock laded heavy in his mind.

Harry pulled back his hood showing the slicked back hair that shone in the torch lights fire. His eyes glowed with an intensity that made many hairs on the back of Vernon's neck stand on end. His jaw line was set like he was an executioner…which he in fact was.

"Innocent." Was the single word that passed by Harry's lips.

This made Vernon smirk like he had just won a new toy as the Preadcons all looked at their comrades confused; what was their master thinking?

"Well, that was anti-climatic freak! Just wait until we get back home…I'm going to make beg for mercy!" Vernon all but shouted happily at Harry.

The response he got wasn't what he imagined; he had thought up a submissive 'yes sir' would come from the boy's lips or a whimper or a beg of 'please! Don't hurt me!'. What he got instead was…Laughter…cold, cruel laughter.

"Vernon, Vernon, Vernon…in response to your…saying about a mockery of justice was it? Who said anything about Justice?" Harry said with his cold, dry laugh as he pointed the wand at Vernon. "Dedit vitam!"

The purple light shot out from the wand and sailed through the air; Vernon watched as it sailed in slow motion through the air toward its single target; Him. He could see the twisting spiraling form of energy as it neared him, he could hear the crackle of lightning within and could feel the dreaded cold emitting from its core. Time seemed to pick up again and the spell struck him in the chest throwing him out of the podium, snapping many of the chains due to the force of the spell.

Vernon screamed as he sailed through the air and as he landed; he screamed at the agonizing amount of pain that had struck his body. It was like several metal spears had struck his nerves, heated to near melting points had been skewed into each tiny nerve and was being pulled out but it kept catching like tiny barbs dragging into the nerve.

Harry listened to his so-called uncle's screams of pain and let out a sigh; the screams were a symphony to him; the crash of the crescendo and swell of the music as his uncle continued to scream and scream. He chuckled darkly at his newfound discovery.

"It appears that the Life giving spell not only brings machines to life." Harry observed. "But it causes excruciating pain to Humans…fascinating."

Vernon's screams were dying as the spell waned; Harry scowled as his uncles screams turned to small whimpers. He raised his metal Wand once more and chuckled darkly.

"We are just getting started my…innocent Uncle." He said with another bitter laugh. "Dedit vitam!"

The light flashed through the air and shocked Vernon into screaming again. This made Harry laugh coldly.

"I see now…Human nervous system and Dark Energon…DO NOT MIX!" Harry crowed as he held the spell, his uncle's screams echoing throughout the forest.

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Petunia Duresley had an uneasy feeling; her husband hadn't returned at all last night and hadn't phoned at all telling her that he was working late. No, something was wrong…definitely wrong.

Her musings were interrupted by the knocking of a door…her door. She quickly moved to open the door to whoever was behind it. Dudley trooped down the stairs wearing his Smelting uniform and waving his stick around, banging it against the wall. He was humming making Petunia smile.

She grasped the doorknob and turned it over, a smile on her face ready to greet whoever was behind it. She opened it up a crack when there was a tumble behind her and a small cry of 'ouch!'

"Dudley! If I told you once, I told you a thousand times! Watch that third step! It's a tad uneven…your father will have to fix it." She scolded making Dudley cringe but nodded.

Petunia opened the door the rest of the way and was halfway to saying 'Hello' when it died on her lips. She stared unblinking at the sight before her, trying to comprehend what she was seeing and if it was even real. But it was real; the smell of burnt fat and skin that had invaded her nose told that it was all too real. The glazed eyes of Vernon Duresley stared back at her.

Petunia, seeing her dead husband's body, screamed and screamed until she was hoarse. Dudley saw and he was confused; was his father asleep and why was he tied upside down to an x-shaped cross?

Both mother and son noticed the single word burned into the body. It made the young child confused at the word but the older woman cringe in terror at who she had suspected had done this. The word read:

Innocent.

Oh a bit morbid eh? Yeah, I'm making the Dedit vitam spell a dual purpose spell; one way brings dead machines to life, the other tortures the hell outta a mundane, wizard, or witch. Why? Well, in an episode of Transformers Prime's first season, Starscream tortures the Liaison to the Autobots and he comments that Energon and Human nervous systems don't mix. Please leave a review!