Apex.

Harry was being chased by his idiot cousin and his friends again.

'Harry Hunting' was one of Dudley's best and admittedly worst ideas. The Dursleys hated Harry, and they had given Dudley free rein to do whatever he pleased. 'Harry Hunting' had made Harry both fitter and good at planning to evade them, since he lacked the physical strength to fight back. And it had worked.

Dudley was extremely fat and not very bright, and since he preferred brawn over brains, it had simply never occurred to him to change his tactic of looking for his 'freak' of a cousin and chasing after him. His friends weren't any better; all of them were just as stupid and they never tried to change their tactics, while Harry had learnt how to hide using backstreets, back alleys and behind cars. But right now, Dudley had decided to corner his cousin at the school.

Schools were walled in with fences and there were limits to where he could go. Some of the teachers were smart enough to not let it spiral out of their control, but unfortunately not one of them was going to help him beyond that. Harry had never understood why the teachers just stood back and did nothing; Harry had long since given up trying to tell them about the abuse he went through since they would go away and then come back hating him. Their hatred was just too extreme.

"You're done running, freak!" Dudley grinned maliciously, his piggy little eyes narrowed/squinting in greedy anticipation.

Harry had had enough, and as he was being backed into a corner by Dudley and his gang, he remembered all of the times he had done something with his mind. Harry let the anger he felt grow inside of him, it had been growing for the last half an hour as many of the kids moved to stop him from getting away, and now he felt all the hatred he had accumulated for Dudley and his gang boil within him while he raced towards a ladder some idiot workman working up on a rooftop had left carelessly behind.

Harry grinned, letting his powers help him slip out of Malcolm and Pier's grips and he raced away, thankful that the last few minutes had given him a chance to rest. He raced towards the ladder, using his powers to give him a boost of speed.

Harry had known he had powers his cousin and his idiot friends and parents, and the bastards in this school. He had spent a lot of time and energy learning how his powers worked, practicing them in secret after learning how they worked with his strong emotions. And right now, he felt nothing but anger. He had been trying for a long time to keep his head down, to learn all he could while he prepared to leave the Dursleys, but right now he'd decided he didn't give a damn about his plans. It was time to act and it was time to start making the Dursleys pay. He'd only held off because he wanted to know what he could do, but now he knew. But at the same time, he knew using his powers openly would only make things worse. But once he saw the ladder, he had an idea…

Harry was up the ladder faster than a monkey could climb a tree, ignoring the sounds of everyone around him, and he rested on the top of the roof after briefly looking around, but there was nobody there. He looked down and saw Dudley climbing the ladder, looking unsteady while he moved. Dudley was not used to climbing. Harry grinned as he raced down the rooftop and he found a pipe.

The ladder snapped in half. Wood was splintered, and Dudley fell with a scream.

As he climbed down the pipe, Harry felt nothing but delight when he saw Dudley hitting the ground. Teachers rushed to the beach ball, but as he got to the ground, he knew they would make him pay.

Xxxxx

Harry didn't go to the school for the next few days. Dudley, his arm and leg in casts, was playing up the sympathy of the school, but inwardly he was scared because he knew that he would be back soon. He knew that his dad, furious, had beaten Harry badly before his mother intervened. But then everything changed. Harry had always been a freak like his parents told him, and freaks deserved to be punished.

But what he had seen….

Harry had snapped, and he lashed out at the Dursleys. By the time he was finished, licking his injuries after letting Dad beat him so he could use it as an excuse to lash out, Harry had snapped Vernon's legs and crushed Petunia's arm. When Harry came back into the playground, he paled when he saw the cricket bat in his hands. But before he could do anything else, Dudley found himself clubbed to the ground, screaming in pain as the casts were rebroken and he was left paralysed with agony. Dudley's brain was so overwhelmed by the pain he barely even noticed the screams from everyone else and even the pained cries and pleas for mercy from the gang.

But then he felt a slight weight on top of him, and he heard a voice say, "Don't ever push me again, you fat pig! You're the freak, not me."

It was Harry.

Somehow Dudley was able to push his pain away to speak. "Mum and Dad are going to kill you," he wheezed.

"Bring it on," Harry hissed.