Beware My Power!
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Key Pairing: Harry/Fleur/Gabrielle; Ron/Hermione;
Other Pairings: To be determined
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"You don't have to do that…my Master…"
"S…S…Sirius…" whispered Harry, again feeling a familiar warmth surge through him, before he asked, "You…you know about my power? About what I've become?"
"I should," said Sirius, before he surprised Harry when he patted the boy's stomach before he winked slyly again as he went on in a firm voice.
"Especially since I might have been the one to give the thing in your tummy to old Snake Face in the first place…not that he knew it was me, mind."
Chapter 4: One, Two, He's Coming For You!
In any other time or place, had Harry learned what he'd just learned, he'd have probably screamed down half of London, if not more, in disbelief.
And yet, on this particular occasion, Harry licked his lips slowly before, folding his arms, he smiled slyly as he looked Sirius in the eyes, while the grey-eyed Lord Black looked back at him in curiosity and bewilderment.
Both of which turned into surprise when Harry spoke.
"Thank you."
"Huh?" asked Sirius, a note of genuine shock in his voice as he asked, "Hang on, are…aren't you even going to question me? Don't you want to know why I did it?"
"For me?"
"Obviously!" insisted Sirius.
"Then, for now, that's all I need to know," said Harry, licking his lips again as he added, "And you called me what you did, so I know you're not going to choose my enemies over me, so that's two points done. I also know, thanks to your willing confession, you're not afraid of whatever I might decide to do if I were angry, so, again, loyalty and, finally, you're here, when a real light-side-worshipping little coward would have run off to Albus Dumb-as-a-Dead-Duck's-Dung-Heap once he realised I'd become the thing he intended to pass onto my once-enemy, now-slave. So, Sirius, I don't want or need to know any more than that…not yet, anyway."
As Sirius stared in wonder, especially at how casually Harry laid out the facts, the emerald-eyed scion winked at his godfather before he added in a softer voice, "No, for now, the only thing that matters is that you continue to play your role, as I do with our enemies. Manage that and we're good, Sirius. More importantly, as long as you stay loyal, I don't have to threaten to kill or, worse, eat you, so…let's be moving on."
"Oh…right…I…I see, well then," laughed Sirius, rubbing the back of his neck before he added, "I guess it's time we were going home, eh, pup?"
"You're going home," said Harry, jerking his head towards the nearest exit as he added, "I, however, have my ride already booked."
"What do you…" Sirius began, but as he followed Harry's jerk movement, his eyes narrowed, before a cold, sinister-looking smile crossed his face as he nodded, "I see…well then; I'll see you soon, kiddo…and don't worry. If somebody makes a fuss, I'll make up some cockamamie piece of bull-crap that should appease them."
"Appreciate it, Padfoot," said Harry, leaving Sirius alone as he walked off in the direction he'd nodded towards.
BMP
Sirius, meanwhile, chuckled darkly as he shook his head before he made his way over to an abandoned waystation, from where, he could Apparate home and deal with the lowly insects as they came a-swarming.
Though not before his eyes sparkled with a dark light that he knew his bitch of a Mother would have loved to see in her children as he looked again to where Harry had gone.
"One, two, Harry's coming for you…" sang the Black Lord, vanishing seconds later.
Though his cold, cruel laughter seemed to haunt the waiting area for a long time afterwards, leading to many Muggles raising tales of the Ghost of King's Cross Station.
Oh, if only they knew…
BMP
"Ah! Home sweet home!"
"This is not your home, you little freak!" growled Vernon Dursley, earning a rueful shrug from Harry.
"You said it, Uncle, not me," argued Harry, whistling merrily as he walked into the familiar dull and boring-looking passageway that lay beyond the front door of Number Four. Behind him, Harry heard Vernon grumbling about wasting time and freaks being taught their lesson, while he also laughed in a falsely-amused air as he waved to some curtain-twitcher opposite, who, undoubtedly, was aware that the troublemaking criminal was back from St Brutus' Secure Centre.
'Oh well, one out of four is correct: a new record for him,' thought Harry, going through to the kitchen as he smiled menacingly.
'What a nice end to an ugly thing's feckless life this new record will make…eh, my magic-eating little friend?'
His stomach grew warm as Harry opened the kitchen door before, in a mocking, almost-singsong voice, he crowed, "TUNEY, I'M HOOOOOME!"
"Shut your mouth, you…"
"Little freak?" asked Harry, moving to the sink where, to Petunia's rage, he poured himself a fresh glass of ice-cold water, downing it quickly before he sighed loudly. "Ahh…so refreshing; it's a bit hot out there. Won't be too surprised if the timewasters in charge ban hosepipes and such over the summer…now, where was I? Oh yes, your record player's still broken…"
"Don't talk back to your Aunt, you…"
"Vile demon? Ungrateful orphan? Waste of space? Freeloading little shit? Son of whores and drug addicts?" asked Harry, earning an alarmed, but also enraged look from Petunia and Vernon, before Harry looked around curiously as he added, "That's odd; I don't see the aforementioned piglet anywhere. Ah well, I guess he got a head-start on being all of the above, didn't he?"
"Don't you talk about your betters, boy!"
Suddenly, Petunia's eyes widened, while Vernon turned as dark as Ribena berries when Harry roared with laughter; actually-amused, disbelieving laughter, which was emphasised by him doubling over, dropping the glass onto the floor with an audible smash, before he smacked his hand against the kitchen unit nearest to him while he continued crowing loudly.
"Oh…oh, I…I'm sorry…" laughed Harry, wiping tears of amused delight from his eyes as he sighed, "I just…oh, that is rich! The idea that a fucked-up, corrupt, tax-evading freak of nature like you, Vernon Dursley, is in any way my better!"
"What did you say?" asked Vernon, flexing his fingers dangerously.
"What? Did your recent ten-stone weight gain clog up your ears with all that fat?" asked Harry, before he straightened up, wiping more tears of laughter from his eyes as he sighed softly. "Well, why didn't you say so? Here, Uncle; let me help you hear me better, my dear!"
With that, he snapped his fingers.
And Vernon Dursley suddenly looked more like Dumbo's illegitimate half-brother, human-hybrid, with how large his ears grew, earning a horrified shriek from Petunia, while Vernon actually fell onto the ground under the weight of his circus-tent-sized ears, smacking his nose on the tiles with an audible crunch, while Harry sighed softly.
"You know, given your fat head, your Jupiter-sized gut and your Death Star-sized ass, you'd think your body was capable of holding up the collective weight of the world's elephants…but, then again, I might have also added a few couple of hundred kilos, just for emphasis…ah, I've said it before and I'll say it again; I love magic!"
"You…you can't…you…you're not…you aren't…this isn't…you can't…not this…not…"
"Oh Tuney," drawled Harry, stepping over Vernon the Elephant Man, though not before he actually stepped on Vernon's ears, making the man squeal like the boar's bastard he was as Harry's shoes dug deep into the fleshy appendages, while Harry added, "Didn't living with my superstar goddess of a Mum teach you anything?"
"What…you…she…no…I…that…"
As he continued stepping on Vernon's ears, Harry smiled wolfishly as he licked his lips before he put a hand to his chest as he indicated himself, whilst inclining his head to Petunia as he spoke again.
"I'm a sorcerer, dearie; I can do whatever the fuck I want!"
While Petunia stumbled and fell back in horror, trying and failing to get the words out as she saw her nephew draw himself to his full height, asserting his dominance for all to see, he scowled darkly as he added, "And, as loath as I am to give the runt props, it's just like a not-so-wise man might say: there is no foolish wand-waving, or silly incantations in my magic, so, as long as I don't use it like that, it means nobody but us knows I'm using it, which means…in a nutshell…you're fucked!"
"N-N-N-N-No…we…you can't…he promised…"
"Aww, you mean Albus Dumbledore?" asked Harry, shaking his head as he chuckled menacingly.
"Rule one about the fucked-up old buzzard, Tuney-kins: Albus Dumbledore always lies!"
BMP
At the exact same time that Harry declared the truth for what it was, in a certain office, a small collection of…ahem…essential monitoring devices shone with AK-green light before, one by one, they all exploded in a shower of stone, metal and illegal casting and intentions.
Though not before several wisps of the same deathly-coloured magical light flew into the air and out of the window, heading directly for the one who'd left them in such a state.
Just in time for dinner, one might say…
BMP
"So…the question now is…whatever shall I do with you and your zoo, Mrs Ed?"
A dark stain formed under Petunia, while Harry licked his lips slowly as he mused, "Personally, I'd just as soon as kill you and leave your bodies for the crows and ravens, but, again, speaking personally here, that'd be way too easy. And, since this will be the last time that I call this drab little prison cell anything close to home, I don't see the point in enslaving you or torturing you, so…that's out too…ooh, hold that thought."
As Petunia watched in horror, what could only be described as a cloud-like swarm of green lights suddenly flew in through the front door, moving faster than any swarm should have been able to manage. As the light reached Harry, he spun around on his heel before, grabbing his lower jaw, he actually stretched it – with magic, obviously – before he inhaled the swarm, which flew straight into his mouth, down his gullet and into his belly.
As Harry released his jaw, snapping it back into place, he hummed softly as he turned back to Petunia, who now looked like she was one step away from a heart attack, as he added, "Sorry about the horror show there, Muggle; but, you see, it's been a long day and I was ravenous! But don't worry; I'm not hungry anymore…"
"You…you…you're not…not…not human!" snapped Petunia, earning a scoff from Harry.
"Coming from the woman who looks like a centaur shagged a human, but the result came out the wrong way around, that's not saying much," said the young teen, stifling a burp as he finished, before he added, "Whoa, excuse me: I guess the hypocrisy, the control freakishness and the overcompensating obsession with having what he never should have, left the blood wards a tad spicy."
"Blood…blood…blood wards?" asked Petunia.
"Oh, you didn't know? See? Told you; Dumbles always lies," argued Harry, patting his stomach softly, before he added, "Well, don't you worry, Tuney-baby; you won't have to deal with them again. Good thing I sniffed them out when Albus was trying to convince another fluff-for-brained imbecile with the collective intelligence of a squashed worm of the truth of the matter…now…let's see…I'm sure I'm forgetting something…"
Again, Harry seemed content to traipse his feet over Vernon's ears, earning another round of muffled squeals from Vernon, while Harry looked down at his human-rug, "Hmm…still breathing, Uncle? And they say being too fat's bad for you; fortunately, I neither know nor care whether I either squash you like the ant you are, or you suffocate under the flab of your big ears, big gut and…ah-ha! THAT'S what I forgot!"
"What are you…" Petunia began, before she gasped in horror and disbelief, as well as reminisce, when Harry snapped his fingers, causing Vernon's whole body to swell up, just like Marge's body had done two summers back.
And Harry wasn't too bad about what he'd sent to her, either…
BMP
"Oh, yes, I'm very proud of my little Rippy-poo! You say he's won an award for best dog in the country?"
"That's right, Miss Dursley," replied the wild-haired, crazy-eyed gentleman whom was dressed in a blue pinstripe suit and converse sneakers, not to mention who'd suddenly turned up on Aunt Marge's doorstep, just as she was feeding prime steak to her precious pooches. "Your dogs came very highly recommended, you see; a mutual friend of ours had some very good things to say about them, especially sweet Ripper. My friends and I are just checking them out now, but I'd say we have a winner."
"Fantastic!" crowed Marge, leading the gentleman out to the back, and through to her caged kennels as she added, "And it'll be in the papers?"
"Yep!" replied her guest, popping the p in a cheeky manner.
"And there's a big cash prize?"
"Oh, ginormous!" laughed the visitor, before he smiled toothily, flashing two rows of pearly-whites as he added, "Of course, we just need you to confirm the winner's identity for us, so…allons-y!"
Marge opened the door to the cage…
And bloody gore splattered her in the face, causing Marge to scream in terror as she turned…
Only to see a flash of magic, which caused her to hit the ground, leaving her bound as tightly as a fish on a hook, while her visitor chuckled darkly as he bent down, tapping Marge's bulbous nose with the tip of his wand.
"I said your pets came very highly recommended, Aunt Marge!" sneered the wild man, flashing a cheeky wink as he looked her in the eyes.
"Harry Potter says thanks for all the experience…though I imagine you're just as thankful for the good eats, right, Fenrir?"
A baying howl answered the wild man, before Marge's blood turned to ice as she felt another hand, a strong, hairy hand, grab her, before she found herself looking into a pair of amber-coloured eyes, as well as a bloody, meat-stained, predatory smile on the face of the one who'd grabbed her.
"I am definitely thankful for my Alpha-Lord's offerings, Bartimaeus…and you can tell him that I, along with the rest of my pack, are his forever!"
Marge heard a popping sound, but she couldn't see that the man, Bartimaeus Crouch Junior, had vanished, leaving her with the monster in the cage.
And all that remained of her prize pooches, whose remains she got a very close look at as the one named Fenrir – alias Fenrir Greyback – threw her to the ground before he scoffed in disgust.
"Now, make no mistake if you think I'm letting you poison my pack further, you pathetic Omega bitch…but…well, some of my new cubs are going to need some practice before they serve our Alpha further, so…boys…girls…come and get it!"
Marjorie Dursley would have screamed in horror.
Had she not been bound by a very strong, and rather-sadistically-cast Full Body Bind, before she was pinned down and made to suffer.
All on the whim of Fenrir Greyback's new Alpha, who had only sent one message to the werewolf;
"Make her BEG like the dog she is…THEN, you and yours can eat her, turn her or just plain massacre her for all I care…"
The Alpha had commanded…
And Fenrir would obey…
BMP
As Vernon continued swelling up, Harry hummed nonchalantly as he stepped on the man's fat, flabby ears once more, "Don't worry, Uncle; unlike the bitch, who I suspect is earning her title really easily about now, I'm not going to let this Thanksgiving Day Parade Balloon drift off. Thanks to the weights on either side of your ears, you'll hang there like the ugly piñata you are…until I'm ready, anyway."
"R-R-R-Ready?" stammered Petunia, causing Harry to turn to her.
"Yes, Auntie; you see, what Vernon doesn't know…well, apart from being on a scale so great, it could fill every library in the world combined, what he doesn't know is also that his swelling up is…what's that old expression?"
Tapping his chin thoughtfully, Harry then snapped his fingers as he laughed, "Oh yes, I remember: Christmas is coming and the goose is getting fat! As for what he's getting fat for…"
"DING-DONG!"
"Ah-ha, right on cue," laughed Harry, waving his hand towards the front door, which caused it to swing open, earning a look of mocking surprise from Harry, "Why Diddy-darling: is that you? Come in, come in; dinner's just about done!"
"DUDLEY, RUN!" Screamed Petunia, but the sound of the front door closing told her that Dudley hadn't heard her, even as she screamed, "NO! DON'T YOU DARE! NOT MY SON, YOU FREAK! LEAVE HIM OUT OF THIS: DO WHATEVER YOU WANT TO US, BUT…"
"Uh-uh!" argued Harry, snapping his fingers, causing Petunia's lips to fuse together, leaving her unable to squeal, much less scream, as Harry waggled his finger at her, "Oh no you don't, Petunia Dursley: you spent years badmouthing Mum. You don't get to impersonate, mock and bastardise her memory when it suits you…no, you get to watch as magic does what you've always thought it would…destroy you freaks!"
His eyes flashed gold as he said the last part, emphasising it with a snarl that left Petunia squealing again, causing more dark stains to form underneath her.
Harry, meanwhile, turned to the kitchen door, just as Dudley Dursley walked in, a dark, ominous look in his eyes, which only made Harry smile.
"Oh, good! I see my friend caught up with you, Big D!"
"Yes Master," growled Dudley, his voice edged by a surprisingly-monstrous snarl, which only made Harry's smile widen.
"And, tell me, did he give you my present?"
"Yes Master."
"So, tell me, Popkin-Baby…how does the third little piggy feel now?"
To Petunia's horror, her precious baby boy suddenly looked to his swollen Father with a sickeningly-evil, malefic look in his eyes.
Eyes that, in the reflection of the kitchen microwave, Petunia's horror levels skyrocketed when she saw had become amber in colour, while Dudley licked his lips as he growled out one word.
"Hungry!"
"Well, I saw that coming," drawled Harry, before he petted Dudley's cheek, earning a whimper and a growl from the boy as he added, "But I'll tell you what, Big D; if you're a good piggy and eat up everything in your trough, I might let you become my good puppy-dog, which means you still get to hang out with the cool kids, instead of scrounging for scraps like a freak…doesn't that sound good?"
"Perfect, Master."
Stepping off of Vernon's ears, Harry indicated the ugly balloon-elephant-lookalike, before he clicked his tongue.
"Then…ding-ding, Dudders; dinner is served…"
A powerful roar tore out of Dudley…
Right before the thing he'd become pounced on Vernon, tearing him apart with fangs, claws and ferocity that could only, truly, belong to one thing.
A werewolf!
BMP
And given that he was a newborn, with an appetite as big as Dudley Dursley's, with a feast of a fattened-up goose like Vernon Dursley?
Really?
Would anyone be surprised that the Son devoured his Father so ravenously?
Harry certainly wasn't.
"Good boy…as they say: bon appétit!"
BMP
This just left Petunia, who was now a sobbing, squealing, vomiting mess – though the vomit couldn't leave her mouth, since Harry had sealed her lips, so she was forced to swallow it down again in a vicious cycle – as Harry, clearly content to ignore the sounds of his cousin devouring his own flesh and blood, crossed the floor and kneeled down, cupping Petunia's teary, slightly-bloody – from her nose now bleeding, while she'd also been clawing at her sealed mouth when Dudley transformed – face in one hand as he looked into her eyes.
"Oh…don't look so freakishly-pathetic, Petunia-bitch: it's your fault this is all happening…ah, if only you'd been drowned at birth, or sent off to the nuthouse with the rest of the freaks…or maybe locked up behind bars and a bolted door…oh, no…I got it; if only your parents had taken the option of aborting you when they had the chance…ah well…live and learn…"
A snapping from Dudley's feasting emphasised Harry's last words, while the young teenager clicked his tongue again as he looked back to Petunia.
"Still…do you know what, Auntie Freak? Your pathetic existence…and your narrow mind…and all those lovely reminders of what makes me so much better than you, and how much you hate it…do you know what?"
His eyes flashed gold again, earning a squeal of weakened terror from Petunia as Harry's tongue traced his lips, looking more and more like a demon before her as he leaned in very close to the horse-faced she-devil of a slapper.
"They've just given me a very funny idea on how I can thank you for being such a loving, caring and welcoming family member…"
BMP
"MINISTER!"
Cornelius Fudge looked up in horror and alarm as a terrified teenager's voice filled his office, coming from a Floo Gate that was supposed to be used for emergencies.
Well, given the identity of the screamer, Fudge called it an emergency, "Lord Potter? Is that you? Come through, dear boy; please."
"NO TIME! HELP ME, PLEASE!"
Fudge immediately activated the alarms, which, he hoped, would bring the Aurors running.
Though not before Harry Potter's cry tore through the Minister's Office, fuelling Fudge's desire to help protect his young friend.
"MY FAMILY'S JUST BEEN MASSACRED BY A PACK OF WEREWOLVES! I GOT A LOOK AT THEIR LEADER AND…I THINK…I THINK IT WAS FENRIR GREYBACK!"
Chapter 4 and, blimey, talk about savouring the taste of revenge, but is Harry's palate well-and-truly cleansed, or is this just the hors d'oeuvres to a much bigger feast?
Also, what did Harry do to Petunia and, if he's gained Greyback's loyalty, why is he now putting a target on the beast's back?
Keep Reading to Find Out
Next Chapter: Sirius and the Nanny Brigade hear about the attack, leading to a terrifying twist to the norm, especially for a control freak, a liar, a hypocrite and a freak among freakishly-ignorant insects…oh, and for Dumbledore too;
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AN: Portrayal
Fenrir Greyback: Gerard Butler