Harry Potter doesn't belong to me , but to JK Rowling. Harry Potter characters, settings, ect. are not my property. I'm only borrowing them!

Rated for mild language and child abuse. I don't condone the abuse of children (or anyone) but this is how I see the Dursleys.

Vernon looked at the boy, the one who ruined everything as he raised his fist. He punched the freak in the stomach hard. The boy groaned quietly, his eyes begging him to stop. Vernon didn't give in, he never would. He took his belt off and hit the boy again. He did this for about 5 minutes before getting bored and switching to his favorite weapon-the knife.

He carved into the boy's arm. The freak had tears streaming down his face as he begged his uncle to stop.

Vernon laughed, a cold sound. He carved the word 'freak' on the freak's arm, just as he had his leg that same morning. "You're lucky the guests are waiting or I would kill you right now."

The boy looked up at him, his eyes full of pain, "Why?" His voice was weak and raspy.

"Don't ask questions!" Vernon bellowed before an evil smile overtook his features. "For your information, it's for burning breakfast. You wasted a piece of bacon,"

The freak looked at him with such disbelief he needed to act. "And, for your question you will be taught a lesson tonight. You will be lucky if you make it out alive!" Vernon laughed again and punched him hard in the head. The boy lost consciousness once more.

Pleased with his work, the man turned around and headed out the door, cackling aloud once more before leaving the room and slamming the door and locking it behind him.

Upon entering the car his wife asked a coded question, "Is the cat alright?"

Vernon smiled at his son's idea to talk of the freak as a cat, "The cat is in pain. It got hit with the door hard and it is unconscious."

"That's too bad. What are we going to do about lunch?"

"Let's go to a restaurant after we finish the tour."

Vernon's beloved wife nodded and Dudley told Mrs. Emory about a good pizza place near us. Vernon had to have a question answered though. "Mrs. Emory, do you and Ms. Amelia sleep heavily?"

She nodded, a look of confusion crossing her face, "Yes, we probably wouldn't even wake up if there's a fire." Vernon was internally whooping.