And here's the next chapter. After so long, The Dursleys get their just deserts. Read on!

Warning: This chapter contains mentions of torture, gore and death. Only read if you are old enough.

Disclaimer: I don't own HP or TFP.

"Wake up, you useless lump of flesh. Wake up!"

Vernon blinked and squinted as he regained conscious; the light from several pillars of stone torches hurt his eyes for a few minutes. He blinked rapidly to clear the visions that were blurry. When the blurriness had faded, what he saw made his blood run ice cold.

He was in a podium chained down and in the center of what looked to be some sort of court. He looked around and let out a short yell; there were more…beings! He counted sixty to seventy of them, all standing in a circle surrounding him they're focused on…on something in front of him.

He could also make out Petunia and Dudley to his left; chained down just like him. They seemed to be regaining consciousness as well.

Vernon turned to where they were staring and he felt his heart skip several beats as his piggish, beady eyes laid on a figure shrouded in a black and purple duster with a hood concealing his/her face sitting on a black onyx throne, a metal…thing next to his right hand. The only indication that the person was alive so to speak was the glowing purple eyes that emanated from the hood of the duster.

The beings were chattering all around Vernon, quiets whispers and facial scowls that were directed at him. The figure continued to stare at Vernon, but had raised his left hand and the whole room fell silent. A figure near Vernon's height had walked forward, looking at him and his family with something akin to disgust.

"Vernon Dursley?" the being asked in a clear english tone.

Vernon started but regained himself.

"YES! I am Vernon Dursley! What do you freaks want?!" Vernon bellowed out, spittle flying from his lips and some of it splashing on the figure before him.

"Ugh, what's going on..." Petunia trailed off as she gazed at the room and it's occupants. She went to scream, but the hooded figure waved his hand and she fell silent. She moved her mouth to form words, but no sound came out.

Dudley could only stare in fear, his piggy little eyes dartin around the room in terror.

Frenzy wiped the spittle of his optics and looked at the three figures chained like the animals they were.

"You three stand before this court, accused of the following crimes: Theft, abuse, fraud, child endangerment and, most importantly Murder!" Frenzy proclaimed, sweeping his hands around in a dramatic manner.

"WHAT?!" Vernon roared. "How dare you! We are upstanding citizens who have done nothing wrong our entire lifes!"

"Really now? Last time I checked, hurting an innocent child was a crime." A cold, drawling voice rang out, it's voice dripping with sarcasm.

"I never abused my son!" Vernon shouted.

The voice chuckled. "I wasn't talking about your son, you idiot."

The cloaked figure who until this point had remained silent had stood up from his throne, slowly making his way toward the prisoners. Each of his steps seemed to echo through the room, causing everyone to hold their breaths.

Frenzy bowed submissively to his master, like a peasant before a king.

Once he reached Vernon he raised the metal thing he was holding high into the air. Once Vernon saw it, he let out an angry roar similar to a rhino.

"A freak thing! You're one of them! Spare me this mockery of Justice!" Vernon barked out in fury.

This made the figure give pause; the Terrorcons all held their breath as they awaited their master's next move.

He did something unexpected. He laughed.

A cold, cruel laugh that would make even the bravest of man tremble in fear.

"Whoever said anything about justice, dear uncle?" he said, his voice filled with dark amusement.

This made Vernon's blood and heart freeze at the same time; uncle? But…there was only one freak who dared to call him that...

The hand without the wand reached up and grasped the side of the hood. Vernon turned pale when he caught a glimpse of the face beneath the hood.

"No..." Vernon breathed.

Harry pulled back his hood showing the slicked back hair that shone in the torch lights fire. His eyes glowed with an intensity that made many hairs on the back of Vernon's neck stand on end. He had a smile on his face which promised nothing but pain and misery.

"Yes." Harry said.

Looking over his shoulder, Harry barked an order at one of the guards. The Dursleys couldn't make out what he was saying since he spoke in a garbled language; though his eyes never left the Dursleys as Vernon trembled fearfully while Petunia trembled at the sight of the walking dead. The guard quickly left to fulfill his master's wish.

He walked over to Petunia and waved his wand. The silencing charm was lifted from her. Her eyes widened while her face went paler than pale as she saw the face of her nephew.

Her supposedly dead nephew who her husband had killed in front of her, just as Marge always said they should. Harry James Potter looked up at the now-pale Petunia with a mocking wave.

"Hi Auntie; did you miss me?"

"You." whispered Petunia, shaking her head as she reminded herself of the bleeding obvious fact concerning the dead boy in front of her.

"Me," agreed Harry, looking to Vernon before he asked, "What's the matter, Vernon? You look like you've seen a ghost."

"You're dead !"

"You should know," said Harry, his eyes no longer the emerald green that Petunia had cursed for most of her life, but a terrifying purple that seemed to burn with malice as he looked at his Uncle, "You killed me human; taking me to some god forsaken forest, stabbing me in the heart quite literally and then leaving me to die alone in the dirt. Well, guess what?"

Here, Harry walked across the space between him and Vernon before, lifting his right hand, he pressed it against his Uncle's flabby chest as he grew cold, dark and deadly in his words.

"I've never felt more alive!"

To the other two freaks horror, purple electricity left the young wizard's hand. Vernon screamed as he thrashed in his bonds; he screamed at the agonizing amount of pain that had struck his body. It was as if every single nerve in his body was being fried.

Harry listened to his so-called uncle's screams of pain and let out a sigh; the screams were a symphony to him; the crash of the crescendo and swell of the music as his uncle continued to scream and scream.

After what felt like an eternity to Vernon, the lightning dissipated. Harry pulled his hand away and watched as Vernon's body trembled and shook like the world's ugliest pile of jelly; a trail of smoke and a faint smell of burning flesh remaining in the air.

"Wonderful, isn't it? And we've barely begun." Harry said. Vernon screams had turned into small whimpers.

"Why are you doing this?! After everything we've done for you?" Petunia asked.

Harry just stared at his aunt in anger. "After everything you've done for me?!" He shouted. "Does that include the torture, the abuse, and the beatings?! Starving me if I make one little mistake?! Barely feeding me where the only thing I have to eat is the scraps of food that are left over from the meals I made for you?!"

Petunia was scared at the anger coming from Harry only to have it taken off her when Vernon opened his fat mouth.

"We've done what normal people would do to freaks like you!" He spat out. He seemed to have recovered from the torture he had been through and found whatever courage he could muster.

Either that or the electricity had fried whatever pitiful excuse for brain cells he had. Which wasn't much.

Harry ran his fingers over his wand as he chuckled to himself as he said, "I'm not the freak; you are. All these years, you never hated me. You feared me."

"You were afraid of my power... Afraid of what I could do because if I found my power, I would finally realize that I was better than you."

The Terrorcons around him voiced their agreement, loud cheers and praise for their master. Harry smiled at how his servants worshipped him. It felt as if he were their god and they were his creations. Which they were.

He was still smiling as he told them, "I know, my friends : I am better than them. I have been ever since I was born and they… they hate me for it. So they tried to make me weak, keeping me unaware of my true power and belittling me at every opportunity. They caged me, beat me up like some.. some animal! All just to keep their own little delusions of power."

"But, now, thanks to Dark Energon, I have the power and they don't… which is how it always should be."

He suddenly clapped his hands together. "But where are my manners? I completely forgot about our other guests. Bring them in!"

The guard who had left was coming back, carrying something in his hand. From the way it seemed to wriggle, it was safe to say it was alive.

The Terrorcons moved out of the way to let their comrade pass through. He tossed whatever he was carrying before his master's feet. Vernon seemed to recognize the large fat person at the undead boy's feet.

"Marge!"

It was indeed Marge Dursley, sister to Vernon and the woman who had sicked a bulldog at Harry when he was seven. She looked exactly like Vernon, she even had a small mustache. There was a bleeding gash on her forehead from where his soldiers had knocked her unconscious.

"Where am I? What's going on?" She asked.

"Marge!" Vernon yelled.

Marge turned around to see her brother. "Vernon, what are you doing here? And what's going... on..." She trailed off as she took notice of the situation she was in.

"Hey there, large Marge. How are you?" Harry asked with a fake smile.

"You! What the hell is this?! You better let us go you little bastard or I'll-" She started to threaten but was cut off.

"Or you'll what? Send some of your attack dogs after me?" Harry scoffed. "Sorry to disappoint you, but you'll be finding yourself short of canines."

Marge gave a horrified look. "W-W-W-What do you mean by that?"

Harry cackled. "Well, I had some of my own attack dogs pay a visit to your pack of mutts. It was quite an entertaining spectacle, although the end result was pretty much certain from the start."

Harry grinned before he pointed to something over her shoulder.

"Or perhaps I should say... attack cats."

Marge turned around to where he pointed and shit her pants. There, standing behind her, where two metal tigers, their sharp claws scraping against the stone floor as they snarled at her. Their metal fangs bared at her.

"Meet Tigress and Ravage, the two top cats in town. Tigress and Ravage, this fat pile of crap is Marge Dursley." Harry introduced them to a shaking Marge.

"So you're going to kill me?" she asked.

"No in fact you're free to go." Harry answered, shocking her and the others in the room. "I'm in a good mood today, so I'll be letting you off the hook. Just take the door at the end of the room and a left and you'll be right outside."

"You just wait! Once I'm free I'll call the police and you'll be going to jail!" Marge roared out.

Harry's voice turned dark. "Just get out of my sight before I change my mind."

Marge turned around and got back on wobbly feet, heading for the exit.

She never saw Harry nod his head in her direction.

At their master's signal, both Tigress and Ravage pounced on her before she could even take three steps. Marge turned around as her eyes widened in shock.

She only had time to scream once before metallic jaws clamped down on her arm. She screamed in pain as she fell on the ground, the sound of tearing flesh filling the air. The two robotic felines kept slashing and biting until finally, the obese woman woman stopped screaming before she went limp.

But that wasn't good enough for Harry. He gave them another signal and they went back to tearing her apart. For a few minutes, the only sound was blood splattering and flesh being torn apart, accompanied by the whimpers and sobs of the Dursleys.

Finally they stopped and retreated back to their master's side, blood still dripping from their mouths as Harry bent down and scratched them behind their ears, making them purr in pleasure. He looked back to the Dursleys and said, "Now that that's over; where were we?"

"Why did you do that?! You said you were gonna let her go!" Vernon yelled.

"And I did. But I never said anything about my troops letting her go. So, in a way, I was telling the truth. But enough about her. I have some questions and you're going to answer them."

When he saw them open their mouths, presumably to protest or to insult him, he said in his most terrifying tone which even Megatron would have been hard pressed to imitate, "It would be in your best interest to be truthful and to cooperate, if you value your pathetic lives that is."

The Dursley's wisely shut up. "Good. Now for my first question... I think I'll take Vernon."

He went over to his Uncle's seat and looked him straight in the eye. "Soundblast managed to hack into your files and found some very interesting things. Namely, a lot of large money transfers, five thousand pounds a month, to your account from an unknown source. I want to know where the money came from, who gave it to you and why."

Vernon looked shocked. But he answered none the less. "It was that whiskered old fool from that freak school! He wanted us to take care of you but we didn't want anything to do with you freaks. He said that we would be protected and that we would get paid very generously if we took you in. So we did what he asked. Didn't get much of a choice, but I'm glad I got the wool over his old twinkling eyes!" Vernon crowed cheerfully.

This made the entire body of the Terrorcons tense up including Nemesis.

'Whiskered old fool? Twinkling eyes? This must mean Dumbledore... Very interesting.' Harry thought.

Before this whole event, he had visited little old Figg for a small 'chat'. (By that he meant breaking and sifting through her mind) It hadn't been as informative as he had hoped. The old hag barely knew anything. She was stationed here by Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts, who seemed to be a very important person in wizarding society, to keep an eye on him. Beyond that, there wasn't anything really worth knowing.

He did manage to learn a lot of things about the wizarding world, Hogwarts, Dumbledore and his little group of vigilantes and his own history, including Voldemort. Useful information that he could use later on.

After that he disposed off her, killing her and transfiguring her into a fish which her cats eagerly devoured.

But back to the matter at hand. "I see. So where did the money go?"

"It all went to Dudley! And you never knew anything about it!" Vernon said with pride.

This shocked the Terrorcons, but not Harry. He had pretty much expected it. Not that it made him any less furious.

"I see." Harry said, stepping away from Vernon. "Thank you for your cooperation." He seemed to be completely calm and collected, his face expressionless; but the Terrorcons knew better. To them, his entire posture screamed danger.

Vernon seemed oblivious to this. "Well, what are you waiting for, boy?! You said you would let us go once I answered your bloody question!"

Harry fingered his wand, his fingers dancing over the engravements in the metal. "Oh Yes... I said I would let you go."

This made Vernon smirk like he just won the lottery while Petunia and Dudley let out sighs of relief.

"Well, that was anti-climatic, freak! Just wait till we get back home! You'll be begging for mercy!" Vernon shouted all too happily at Harry.

The response he got wasn't what he imagined; he had thought a submissive 'yes sir' would come from the boy's lips or a whimper or a beg of 'please! Don't hurt me!'. What he got instead was… Laughter… cold, cruel manical laughter.

"Vernon, Vernon, Vernon… You still haven't realized it, have you? But then again, you always were slow. Well, allow me to clarify it for you. When I said I would let you go..." Harry said with his cold, dry laugh before he pointed his wand at Vernon.

"I lied! " The tip of the wand glowed purple before Harry uttered the two words that sealed his fate. "Mortuus reditus!"

The purple light shot out from the wand and sailed through the air; Vernon watched as it sailed in slow motion through the air toward its single target; Him. He could see the twisting spiraling form of energy as it neared him, he could hear the crackle of lightning within and could feel the dreaded cold emitting from its core. Time seemed to pick up again and the spell struck him in the chest throwing him out of the podium, snapping many of the chains due to the force of the spell.

Vernon screamed as he sailed through the air and as he landed; he screamed at the agonizing amount of pain that had struck his body. Compared to this, the lightning had seemed like heaven. It was like thousands of metal spears had struck his nerves, heated to a temperature that would make hell itself feel cold, had been skewed into each tiny nerve and was slowly being pulled out but it kept catching like tiny barbs dragging into the nerve.

Harry listened to his so-called uncle's screams of pain and let out a sigh; the screams were a symphony to him; the crash of the crescendo and swell of the music as his uncle continued to scream and scream. He chuckled darkly at his newfound discovery.

"It appears that the Life giving spell not only brings machines to life." Harry observed. "But it causes excruciating pain to Humans…fascinating."

Petunia and her son screamed at the sight of their husband and father being tortured like this, but it slowly dissolved into small whimpers and tears and Petunia repeatedly saying "It's going to be alright, Diddikins. Mommy's here... "

Vernon's screams were dying as the spell waned; Harry scowled as his uncles screams turned to small whimpers. He raised his metal Wand once more and chuckled darkly.

"We are just getting started my not-so-dear Uncle." He said with another bitter laugh. "Mortuus reditus!"

The light flashed through the air and shocked Vernon into screaming again. This made Harry laugh coldly.

"I see... Humans and Dark Energon... DONOT MIX!" Harry crowed as he held the spell, his relatives' screams echoing through the forest.

HPTFP

The night was silent. The small community of Little Whinging was sleeping peacefully, blissfully unaware of the horror that would be unleashed.

The sound of an explosion cut through the air as one of the houses was blown to bits. It's occupants not even getting the chance to wake before they were engulfed in a fiery ball of death and destruction.

This seemed enough to rouse the entirety of the small town. People streamed out in various states of sleepwear, trying to see what caused the disturbance. A lot of them had brought out their phones, trying to record the event, to post it in social media. A lot of them thought about how much they could leech of the insurance. None of them caring how several people had just died.

Then all hell broke loose.

All at once the various vehicles that lined the streets transformed into large, bipedal robots. Each one of them brought out some sort of weapon and promptly, without any kind of warning or demand, they began to fire. More vehicles appeared before they too transformed and joined in on the carnage.

The humans never stood a chance. After their initial shock, they began running and screaming in every direction like a bunch of headless chickens.

But the Terrorcons were well trained, having downloaded every single move that existed and run every single simulation that existed in combat, making them the most effective and dangerous army in the whole world.

They picked off anyone that tried to escape, either blasting them apart with their guns or simply crushing them with their limbs. Those who managed to get to the outer edge of town were relieved, before that relief was cut short.

The Insecticlones alongside Scorch and Tigress prowled the outskirts of the town, picking off any stragglers. Their victims barely had the chance to scream before metallic jaws clamped down on them, ending their lives.

Back at the town, the Vehiclones and Decepticlones, led by Soundblast continued to lay wreckage on the community that had mistreated their master.

"Frenzy, Rumble and Ravage eject." He said as all of the aforementioned warriors popped out. "Operation: Complete Annihilation."

The cassettes immediately went to work, killing and destroying everything that they could see. In a different street, Treads was in his tank form, merrily blasting at everything.

In just a few short minutes, the entire neighborhood had turned into a warzone. The sound of explosions, of children crying for their mothers, of destruction filled the night sky. The ground was littered with corpses, large parts of their bodies missing.

This continued for a couple more minutes before it stopped. Soundblast deployed Airazor to scan the local area, searching for any signs of life. He found none so he gave the signal to leave. The various soldiers complied and transformed into their vehicle forms, driving off into the night, leaving a trail of destruction and death in their wake.

Once they left, everything was silent. The only sounds were the crackling of fire. Suddenly another sound filled the air. The sound of jet engines cut through the night.

Starkill had finally been given the order to attack. He cackled insanely as he unleashed a volley of missiles at the ground, destroying everything and erasing any trace that they were here.

He did this a couple more times before he flew off, still laughing insanely as he disappeared into the night.

And finished. There it is. The fifth chapter is done. Like it? Hate it?

The entirety of Little Whinging is destroyed and the Dursleys plus Large Marge have gotten their punishment. What will the Evil Lord Nemesis do next?

Read the next chapter to find out!