WARNING ADULT MATERIAL!

February 1991

Vernon Dursley was having a good week, his new secretary was a nice young girl fresh from school and desperate to keep her new job, he was getting better at spotting them, after explaining her duties he began showing her the ropes, starting with how to satisfy him in the store room.

Vernon's boss was very impressed with his proposal and gave him a nice bonus, while the new kid who came up with it and did all the work was back looking for a job, as he headed to a nearby shop to grab a small snack (2 pasties, four chocolate bars and a 1 litre bottle of cola) he came across a sleeping homeless girl who had a cup filled with small change and one £10 note which he quickly snatched while no one was looking, he scurried away to the shop with a smile on his face.

On his way out to head home he dumped a pile of letters on his new secretary's desk saying they needed to be done before she left, as she put her coat back on her chair looking downcast and getting to work Vernon smirked as he left.

Petunia Dursley kept a clean house, a neat garden and had the best house on Privet drive, except for number 7, their garden had a beautiful apple tree which actually produced full size crunchy apples, and she hated them for it. After some research the tree was gone, some paint, rusty nails, and strong weedkiller, and the tree began to wither, such a pity.

She was once again happy as her garden was the best, she visited the neighbours to have a cup of tea and chat, she offered a few recipes and some homemade cupcakes for the invitations, she commiserates with the wife at number 7 about her tree, number 9 had some new flowers, but nothing that could compete with hers so she didn't care, it was when she visited number 12 she once again had a problem, the woman's husband had picked up a number of miniature roses and she was having success growing them, Petunia was spitting nails, how DARE they grow something she couldn't!

Unfortunately the miniature roses eventually wilted and died, no one noticed the strong smell of Distilled Vinegar at 5 in the morning.

Dudley Dursley was a slightly skinny kid, his grades were average, and despite his father's best efforts to turn him into one, he hated bullies.

Most of Dudley's time was spend playing football, studying, and defending the 'nerds' form those who would pick on them, for some reason he couldn't remember seeing a small kid being picked on by a much bigger one filled him with rage.

Marjorie Dursley was a stern but fair woman, she loved raising her bullies (bulldogs) and selling the pups to good homes, she would let the local kids play with the pups with supervision and thoroughly enjoyed every moment.

Her relationship with her brother had become quite distant, she had been quite short with the Potter boy and was glad a distant relative had taken him, but as time went on and Vernon continued to bad mouth the boy she couldn't help but feel like she missed something, and her brother's hatred of the boy had become plain to see, so she distanced herself from him, she did get to see Dudley now and again and couldn't help worrying as she began to see parallels with Potter.

Aribella Fig puttered about her home, tending to her cats, and occasionally waving at 'Harry' as he went about his day.

Not one of these five people noticed the pair of green eyes watching them from the shadows, the eyes watched for several months and things mostly stayed the same, they narrowed with annoyance every time Vernon hurt his secretary or any other despicable acts, it was the same with Petunia, Dudley and Marge had the eyes showing what could be described as pleased, and Mrs Figg got no reaction they just watched.

Stood wrapped in the shadows out of phase with the living world Harry Potter considered, Vernon was definitely deserving of his attention, Petunia would need to be tested as she was borderline for his full attention, Dudley had grown and would not be his concern and Marge was also not his concern, Mrs Figg was a surprise, he could feel the latent magic in her and so watched her closer.

He wanted to see inside No. 4 but there was some sort of decaying magical barrier around the home, and he didn't recognise it, it felt familiar but he could wait until he knew more, for now he continued watching.

Mrs Figg as it turned out was part of the British Magical enclave, she was apparently there to keep an eye on Harry Potter on the orders of someone called Albus, it was obvious that she had mistaken Dudley for his cousin, she seemed to have no idea that the real Harry was not there anymore.

She had a few 'flu' conversations with Albus, mostly about how 'Harry' was happy and healthy, as they continued to talk the real Harry was thinking he could feel the darkness in Vernon getting worse, maybe it was time to...?

"Aribella are you quite certain that Harry is well? the blood wards continue to decay and that is a worry," Albus let slip,

and as Harry grinned a terrifying grin with far too many teeth Mrs Figg explained she couldn't see any problem that would cause it.

The quiet dark inside of No. 4 Privet drive grew darker for a few moments before the thin form emerged, he grinned as he felt the weak blood wards connect to him, giving him control of this tiny domain, first he headed to Dudley he wanted to be sure that he was wrong.

Dudley slept on an old bed, his bedclothes thin and dirty, his pajamas were threadbare and stained, and the bedroom door had locks on it, the darkness around Harry grew deeper as he looked on, apparently they had made a new 'freak'.

Harry passed through the bedroom door like he was made of smoke and came face to face with a drunk Vernon, Vernon couldn't see him and he quietly unlocked the door as he took a swig from the bottle, moving behind the large man he watched as his uncle slipped one hand down his trousers and grinned as he walked towards Dudley's sleeping form.

Vernon had decided that tonight his pansy of a son would pay for his room and board, the boy had failed to become a man, he was a prissy little sissy who cared about freaks and had no interest in being a real man, he would show the ungrateful little shit, the thought excited him and he unlocked the boy's room, and as he entered something freakish happened.

A loud blaring sound caused him to cover his ears from the deafening noise, oddly Dudley slept on, the lazy little bastard even slept through his bed moving and sinking into the floor which sealed up over it, the walls cracked and black sludge oozed from the ceiling, Vernon turned to escape through the door behind him only to find a tall skeletal figure before him, it had thick muscles without skin, spiky bones poked through the gaps, it's head was almost cube shaped with square teeth and yellow eyes, before Vernon could move the creature reared back and slammed it's head into his face breaking his nose and knocking out some teeth, it's hand shot forward and dragged the whimpering man towards a familiar boy with green eyes who wore some sort of black robe which he pulled open, the monster lifted Vernon by his neck and threw him into the darkness, it then leaped in after him, as Harry closed his robe the room returned to normal bringing back a sleeping Dudley as he left to take a sleeping Petunia.

Harry left, Dudley was not his concern, he collapsed the blood wards absorbing the last wisps of his mother's magic and disregarding the alterations done by someone else, enjoying the faint echo of Lilly's love left in her power.

Several hours after, a man in oddly colored robes appeared, his face a mask he waved his wand and was shocked, his mask crumbled as he took in what his spells told him.