A/N:Hello. This is my first fanfic ever. Please go easy on me. I had this fic in my head for a while now and it won't go away! Hahaha. Also be aware that there are some foul language here. I hope you enjoy it!!
Declaimer: I own Nothing of Harry Potter or any other chara. that The Great J.K. Rowling created. I own only the few chara. that I made.
Chapter 1
"BOY!! GET YOUR SORRY ASS DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!! Uncle Vernon yelled of the bottom of the stairway.
Harry Potter snapped out of his trance of the events of last year in his fourth year at Hogwarts, as he was looking out the window of his room. It was a beautiful night, not a cloud in the sky. From Harry's point of view, the moon and stars was shining brightly throughout his gloomily room. But Harry didn't take pleasure from the night's sky that usually gave him. Ever since he came back to Privet Drive, he had not been his usual self. Sure, he may have acted like himself around other people but in his own little world that takes place in his room. Whenever he was left to wonder in his own thoughts, he would continuously blame himself for all the suffering of all his friends and other people that he knew.
He let out a loud groan from his worn out bed. Harry dragged himself out of the room. But before he existed out, he took a quick glance at Hedwig's cage, which was at the moment, empty. With a deep sigh, he continues down the stairs.
Once he took the last step off the staircase, Harry looked around to see if there was an audience. Unfortunately there was. Dudley, Harry's enormous sized cousin, was in the kitchen watching one of his favorite shows while eating cupcakes, chips and cookies that Aunt Petunia made for her sons's birthday but at the moment Dudley's beady eyes was fixed on Harry and Uncle Vernon with great interest and a smirk on his face.
What else is new? Harry thought miserably.
With that, Harry looked back at his purpled-faced uncle.
"Yes Uncle Vernon?" Harry asked through gritted teeth as he folded his arms across his chest, waiting impatiently.
"Boy, don't you use that ungrateful tone with me and why on earth aren't you doing your chores that we gave you this morning?! For what I have seen and heard from your Aunt, you didn't finish them!" Uncle Vernon growled with suppressed rage to his 15 year old nephew.
Uncle Vernon's fist was clenched at his side, longing to give the boy a beating or two for just being alive in his house.
"I don't know why." Harry said coolly but his anger was building up quickly as his hands clenched to his side as well. His body was shaking a little, but not enough for Uncle Vernon to notice. "Oh wait...I think I do now, I just thought that I don't see the need to do everything you or Aunt Petunia putted on that list. First of all, I have done everything you asked without complaint and secondly, I did all those things yesterday."
Uncle Vernon was now trembling with fury, his teeth bared and the vein on his head was throbbing, to Harry's satisfaction. His uncle's eyes was red with mingled fury and if it was possible, you could of seen steam coming out of his ears and gray smoke from his noise.
"How dare you?" Uncle Vernon began slowly but his voice grew louder and faster with every word that came out of his mouth. "HOW DARE YOU?!? We gave you a home, gave YOU clothing on your slimy back. We could have let you die out there out of stravtation and this is the thanks we get?!? It was damn good of us to take you in. I knew that once I saw you at my doorstep, you would be just like those....those FREAKS you call your mother and father. Your father was just as lazy scrounger and good-for-nothing piece of filth as you are now. And your mother?! Ha! She was hideous girl who should have not gone to that freak school that your people go to. If she didn't, maybe she wouldn't be so bad. But then again, if she did live, she will probably be too ashamed to be near you because of your....problems"
Harry was now shaking all over while his face was burning red with reckless rage. At that moment, Harry wanted to jump at his uncle and beat him into a pulp. There was enough venom in his eyes to kill a dragon. Harry and Uncle Vernon were glaring at each other with fire in their eyes but neither of them moved an inch. After what seemed like forever, Aunt Petunia gave a loud shriek from the kitchen.
'BANG, BANG, BANG'
Both Harry and Uncle Vernon jerked their heads to the location that the scream and the noise came from. What they saw was Aunt Petunia running out of the kitchen and dash up the stair, yelling something that niether Harry or his uncle could make out.
Uncle Vernon ran to the kitchen to see what all the fuss was about was. But before he got near the kitchen door, Dudley came waddling out as fast as his short legs would carry him with terror in his eyes and ran right into Harry's uncle. When the two clashed into each other made the whole house shook. Harry would have been sniggering if he wasn't ready to kill his uncle.
Uncle Vernon scrambled himself up from the floor and rushed into the kitchen where he found everything that was made of glass was all shattered into bits of pieces and was scattered on the kitchen floor. The TV was also on the floor broken and steam was coming out of it.
It took Uncle Vernon a few seconds to register what had just happened. He raised his hands to grabbed a knot full of hair on his head as though trying to pull them from their roots and turned around to face the freak that had done this.
"FIX THIS NOW!!" Uncle Vernon roared.
But Harry wasn't in front of him anymore. Uncle Vernon looked franticly around for the boy who caused all the damage in the kitchen. He spotted Harry marching towards the door, with every footstep slamming to the ground, his hands still knotted in a fist.
"Don't you turn your back on me boy! Come back here and fix all this destruction now!!"
Harry yanked the door open with a loud 'crash' that could have wakened up the whole neighborhood. Harry couldn't take it anymore. He knew what to expect from them. He didn't care what they say to him, which is if it was about him or his school. But he would never, EVER take the insults that Uncle Vernon had said about his parents. He took pride in his parents.
"COME BACK HERE!" Uncle Vernon bellowed as he burst out of the house after Harry. "I swear, if you don't fix this, I'll-"
Harry spun around to face his uncle. His eyes fixed on the man that had insulted his parents with a bloodthristy stare.
"You'll what? Kill me?" Harry said with a calm but shakily voice that was ice cold rage. "You know, I would absolutely love to see you try. I know a person that tried to kill me many times before now. And look at me...I'm still alive. I had enogh of this. I'm leaving. If you follow me...well, don't say I didn't warn you."
With that Harry stormed off into the night.
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A/N: That's all for now. Please Review so that I have an idea what else to add if there is anything missing. The next chapter will be a little shorter then this one but it will be pretty good. I'll add the next chapter only if I see at least 12 more Reviews. Thanks to all that do.
Declaimer: I own Nothing of Harry Potter or any other chara. that The Great J.K. Rowling created. I own only the few chara. that I made.
Chapter 1
"BOY!! GET YOUR SORRY ASS DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!! Uncle Vernon yelled of the bottom of the stairway.
Harry Potter snapped out of his trance of the events of last year in his fourth year at Hogwarts, as he was looking out the window of his room. It was a beautiful night, not a cloud in the sky. From Harry's point of view, the moon and stars was shining brightly throughout his gloomily room. But Harry didn't take pleasure from the night's sky that usually gave him. Ever since he came back to Privet Drive, he had not been his usual self. Sure, he may have acted like himself around other people but in his own little world that takes place in his room. Whenever he was left to wonder in his own thoughts, he would continuously blame himself for all the suffering of all his friends and other people that he knew.
He let out a loud groan from his worn out bed. Harry dragged himself out of the room. But before he existed out, he took a quick glance at Hedwig's cage, which was at the moment, empty. With a deep sigh, he continues down the stairs.
Once he took the last step off the staircase, Harry looked around to see if there was an audience. Unfortunately there was. Dudley, Harry's enormous sized cousin, was in the kitchen watching one of his favorite shows while eating cupcakes, chips and cookies that Aunt Petunia made for her sons's birthday but at the moment Dudley's beady eyes was fixed on Harry and Uncle Vernon with great interest and a smirk on his face.
What else is new? Harry thought miserably.
With that, Harry looked back at his purpled-faced uncle.
"Yes Uncle Vernon?" Harry asked through gritted teeth as he folded his arms across his chest, waiting impatiently.
"Boy, don't you use that ungrateful tone with me and why on earth aren't you doing your chores that we gave you this morning?! For what I have seen and heard from your Aunt, you didn't finish them!" Uncle Vernon growled with suppressed rage to his 15 year old nephew.
Uncle Vernon's fist was clenched at his side, longing to give the boy a beating or two for just being alive in his house.
"I don't know why." Harry said coolly but his anger was building up quickly as his hands clenched to his side as well. His body was shaking a little, but not enough for Uncle Vernon to notice. "Oh wait...I think I do now, I just thought that I don't see the need to do everything you or Aunt Petunia putted on that list. First of all, I have done everything you asked without complaint and secondly, I did all those things yesterday."
Uncle Vernon was now trembling with fury, his teeth bared and the vein on his head was throbbing, to Harry's satisfaction. His uncle's eyes was red with mingled fury and if it was possible, you could of seen steam coming out of his ears and gray smoke from his noise.
"How dare you?" Uncle Vernon began slowly but his voice grew louder and faster with every word that came out of his mouth. "HOW DARE YOU?!? We gave you a home, gave YOU clothing on your slimy back. We could have let you die out there out of stravtation and this is the thanks we get?!? It was damn good of us to take you in. I knew that once I saw you at my doorstep, you would be just like those....those FREAKS you call your mother and father. Your father was just as lazy scrounger and good-for-nothing piece of filth as you are now. And your mother?! Ha! She was hideous girl who should have not gone to that freak school that your people go to. If she didn't, maybe she wouldn't be so bad. But then again, if she did live, she will probably be too ashamed to be near you because of your....problems"
Harry was now shaking all over while his face was burning red with reckless rage. At that moment, Harry wanted to jump at his uncle and beat him into a pulp. There was enough venom in his eyes to kill a dragon. Harry and Uncle Vernon were glaring at each other with fire in their eyes but neither of them moved an inch. After what seemed like forever, Aunt Petunia gave a loud shriek from the kitchen.
'BANG, BANG, BANG'
Both Harry and Uncle Vernon jerked their heads to the location that the scream and the noise came from. What they saw was Aunt Petunia running out of the kitchen and dash up the stair, yelling something that niether Harry or his uncle could make out.
Uncle Vernon ran to the kitchen to see what all the fuss was about was. But before he got near the kitchen door, Dudley came waddling out as fast as his short legs would carry him with terror in his eyes and ran right into Harry's uncle. When the two clashed into each other made the whole house shook. Harry would have been sniggering if he wasn't ready to kill his uncle.
Uncle Vernon scrambled himself up from the floor and rushed into the kitchen where he found everything that was made of glass was all shattered into bits of pieces and was scattered on the kitchen floor. The TV was also on the floor broken and steam was coming out of it.
It took Uncle Vernon a few seconds to register what had just happened. He raised his hands to grabbed a knot full of hair on his head as though trying to pull them from their roots and turned around to face the freak that had done this.
"FIX THIS NOW!!" Uncle Vernon roared.
But Harry wasn't in front of him anymore. Uncle Vernon looked franticly around for the boy who caused all the damage in the kitchen. He spotted Harry marching towards the door, with every footstep slamming to the ground, his hands still knotted in a fist.
"Don't you turn your back on me boy! Come back here and fix all this destruction now!!"
Harry yanked the door open with a loud 'crash' that could have wakened up the whole neighborhood. Harry couldn't take it anymore. He knew what to expect from them. He didn't care what they say to him, which is if it was about him or his school. But he would never, EVER take the insults that Uncle Vernon had said about his parents. He took pride in his parents.
"COME BACK HERE!" Uncle Vernon bellowed as he burst out of the house after Harry. "I swear, if you don't fix this, I'll-"
Harry spun around to face his uncle. His eyes fixed on the man that had insulted his parents with a bloodthristy stare.
"You'll what? Kill me?" Harry said with a calm but shakily voice that was ice cold rage. "You know, I would absolutely love to see you try. I know a person that tried to kill me many times before now. And look at me...I'm still alive. I had enogh of this. I'm leaving. If you follow me...well, don't say I didn't warn you."
With that Harry stormed off into the night.
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A/N: That's all for now. Please Review so that I have an idea what else to add if there is anything missing. The next chapter will be a little shorter then this one but it will be pretty good. I'll add the next chapter only if I see at least 12 more Reviews. Thanks to all that do.