"BOY! Come over here!" Nine-year-old Harry Potter left the dirty rag he was using to clean the furniture and moved toward the huge creature that appeared to be a cross between a walrus and a man. "Yes, Uncle?" the small boy asked, gulping when he saw his uncle's hate-filled eyes. His aunt Petunia, who was sitting beside his uncle, sipped some tea as she read her weekly fashion magazine, despite her fashion sense resembling that of a pig.
~~ Sorry i cant write that scene ~~
Harry's hands were now bleeding, the pain intense. But he couldn't cry; he couldn't give his uncle more reason to hurt him. "That's it, boy!" Uncle Vernon shouted at Harry. "You're done. You're going to get out of my house and die as you should have as a baby."
Roughly throwing Harry into the car, Vernon floored the accelerator and headed to the nearby forest. He threw Harry out of the car and drove off into the distance. Harry could barely hang on, hearing something moving nearby. "Please," Harry thought, "I don't want to die. Please, please, please."
[POV change to Muzan]
There was something to my right. It sounded like a body. How low have humans come, abandoning their own kin? Not that I'm complaining; it's a free snack. There's a little kid here, can't be more than 8.
"Oh, what a fire. It looks similar to the sunbreathers' descendant."
But that's impossible. I traced their line down to that one family; there wasn't anyone else. Maybe I can turn him against humanity. Imagine a sunbreather, the most powerful form of breathing, against humans. Now, how do I approach the kid?
[Back to Harry's POV]
Hearing something, Harry turned and saw a normal human, although he seemed slightly different. Wait, he was saying something. Muzan: "Would you like to live out the rest of your life as a weakling, unable to take your revenge on petty humans like that obese man who just drove off? Or would you like power? Power to show people like that what they truly are—nothing but vermin, not worthy of the life they were given."
Harry: "Can you truly give me that power?" Muzan: "Yes, dear child, yes I can." Harry: "I accept." Muzan: "All you need to do is take a small sip of my blood, child," said Muzan, bursting open a small blood vein on his wrist at the same time. Harry drank the blood, feeling something happening inside him. Muzan: "Now sleep, dear child, and let the change happen." Harry slowly blacked out, whispering weakly to Muzan, "Please take me near my relatives' house so I can take my revenge on them."