Hello everyone! Hope you're all happy with your Christmas presents, and I'm sorry that this is a bit late, but I was a bit busy. So here is a little omake I made some time ago, about how things would turn out if Evangeline was to visit the Dursleys. Be warned though, there is a little gore at the end.

On another note, I'd like to say that I'm currently working on a new story, and the prologue should hopefully be out for New Year. Fingers crossed!

The Dark Savior Omake: A long overdue punishment

It was quite a beautiful day on Privet Drive. As it was late June, the temperature was quite warm, and for once, there weren't any clouds, leaving only a deep blue sky. The houses were all well-kept, with flower beds neatly trimmed and lawns carefully mown, as the housewives had no other means to compete, all of them trying to impress their neighbors by having the most beautiful and normal-looking houses and properties. Not once was there a spot of color that didn't belong there, all was normal.

In the house at 4, Privet Drive, Vernon Dursley was enjoying his Sunday, having breakfast with his son and wife, and chatting happily. He was a man in his mid-forties, and to those that met him he made them think of some kind of human-turned walrus. His wife, Petunia, was very thin and had a very long neck that supported her horse-like face, displaying no resemblance at all with her beautiful sister, Lily Potter, a sister that she did her very best to forget the existence of, a task made easier with the disappearance of her good-for-nothing freak of a son a few years ago. The final member of the family, Dudley Dursley, was happily eating his third serving of bacon, further undermining his own health. At fourteen, he was already vastly overweight, and while he was probably as intelligent as any other child, his own upbringing had led to the sad fact that he didn't really like to use his brain. After all, he had always been given everything he wanted, and had his parents full support, whatever he did, as they always blamed it on others. Thus, at the age of fourteen, Dudley Dursley had no idea of one of the most basic laws of existence: whatever you do, there is always a consequence.

"Pet, look at this! Another case of a man that had an addiction to drugs that killed someone! Bloody parasites, the government should just kill them instead of wasting good money in trying to rehabilitate them!

-Indeed, dear. More tea?

-UUmm? Oh, of course, of course. And you, son, ready for the upcoming boxing tournament?"

Dudley just gave his father a grunt that approximated to a "yes". Ever since the school nurse had told his parents that if he didn't exercise he wouldn't live past forty, he had taken to practice boxing, it made him exercise, and he could take advantage of his weight during matches. Not only that, it made it easier for him to racket younger students, since he needed money for the cigarettes he occasionally smoked, as well as the porn movies he asked his stooges to buy for him.

All in all, the Dursleys were a very normal, and happy family, something that had to do with the disappearance of the freak that had been causing Vernon attacks (of course, the fact that the man was vastly overweight and suffered from a nasty temper was disregarded) and had made Dudley fail his grades (not that he did any better in class, what he had gotten better at was to cheat and use others' work as his own). Truly, the day they had discovered the boy had disappeared had been the best of their lives, that is, until they realized they had to hire someone to take care of the flower beds, and that Petunia had to re-learn how to cook.

The very peaceful and normal scene was broken when someone harshly rang the bell repeatedly, making Vernon groan.

"COMING! I hope that it isn't one of those punks selling things again, bloody leeches..."

Carrying his far from light body to the door with movements that would have made any normal person puke by how his skin giggled with each step, he opened the door with his best fake smile, as he greatly disliked being disturbed on a Sunday. However, normal people weren't rude without a reason, so he did his best to fit the image.

In front of him was someone he knew all too well, his sister, Marjorie Dursley, called "Marge" by her family. Like her brother, the woman was vastly overweight, and shared his beefy appearance, going so far as to have her own mustache, though it was less bushy than her brother's. Next to her was her favorite bulldog, Ripper, who was barking loudly, not that his mistress did anything to stop him from doing so.

"Well, Vernon, hasn't it been a long time?

-Too true, Marge, too true. But please, enter, enter. Petunia and Dudders are in the kitchen."

With a smirk, Marge then entered the house and proceeded to greet her nephew by slipping several bills in his pocket, something that he obediently let her do, already thinking about how he could use it.

She was about to sit down, when the bell rang another time, making Ripper bark several times, while Marge complained about "idiotic visitors that were too stupid to understand that Sunday was a day for family", and Vernon went to once again open the door.

Once he did, though, he froze, for the sight in front of him was not what he had expected, not at all. There was a girl, around ten years old, with blonde hair and a frilly dress in front of the door, while a man in his twenties, looking quite handsome with deep green eyes and long black hair, tied in a ponytail that reached his waist. Next to them were two young women, both of them with green hair, of all things, one wearing tight black clothes and sporting a shit-eating grin, while the other had a neutral face and was wearing a maid uniform.

Of course, the group was very odd, strange even, and as he did with everything remotely strange or that threatened to make his life deviate from the normal path he wished for, he applied his patented solution: close the door and try to ignore it. Of course, when said door was kept open by the little girl who then proceeded to enter his house as if she owned it, followed by the three others of her group, Vernon used his second reaction on his quickly shortening list of responses to strange occurrences: growing angry.

"NOW SEE HERE, I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE, BUT YOU WILL LEAVE MY HOUSE OR I WILL CALL THE POLICE!"

He didn't expect the man to wave his hand at him, as he was suddenly unable to make a sound. By now, Ripper had come to see what the commotion was, and was about to start biting the little girl, only to freeze briefly, before whimpering and hide himself in a corner, much to the girl's amusement.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY BROTHER, YOU GOOD-FOR-NOTHING, THIEVING..."

Another wave of the man's hand sent Vernon crashing into his sister who had been silenced as well, before sending them in the kitchen, plopping them into the chairs were they stayed, silenced and unable to move.

"And a good day to you too, Marge. It seems that you still haven't learn to talking down on people can get you into trouble. Of course, it is easier to insult a powerless child, belittling him and his parents, right? After all, you can't stand that there are people better than you, am I not right, drunkard?

-WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY HUSBAND, YOU FREAK?! VERNON, ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!" screeched Petunia, who took a frying pan and tried to look threatening, only to scream in fright as the youngest-looking green-haired girl took out a butcher knife the size of her arm and larger than her head.

"Master, I didn't think you were right when you said that there could be people more annoying than Dumbledore, but I was wrong. Can I kill them?

-Not now, Zero-chan. Maybe later." said the man, who then turned back to look at the Dursleys.

"It has been a long time, right? Seven years, I think?

-WE DON'T KNOW YOU, YOU CRAZY INSANE FREAK!" screamed Vernon, as he tried to lunge at the man, only to hear a cracking sound as his arm broke and bent, making his scream in agony.

"VERNON!

-Now, now. I'm wounded, Vernon. After all I did for you, I thought you'd remember me. By the way, did my cupboard find a new use? I'm sure you'd find something to do with it, or was it too "tainted" by the fact that I spent SIX FUCKING YEARS sleeping inside?"

By now, Vernon was white with fear and shock, as was Petunia, while Dudley didn't seem to think too much as he ogled the two beautiful girls he was seeing, only to get kicked by the blonde girl.

"Don't even think about it, fattie. We're all taken, and even if we weren't, there's no way in Hell I'd go out with a boy that has to weight the same as a little car, and has to be the dumbest being I've ever seen. Even the bloody dog had more sense than you.

-WHAT DID YOU DO TO RIPPER?!" roared Marge, only to stop her rant as the girl gave her a glare. Normally the idea of being scared of a little girl would make her laugh, but this one was not normal.

"Shut up, you oversized piece of meat. I can't believe that Harry put up with you trash for six years. We haven't been there for ten minutes, and all I want is to sic Zero on you and let her have her fun.

-Harry? As in Harry Potter, that useless brat my brother took in from the goodness of his heart?"

The man snorted.

""Out of the goodness of his heart", she says. More like he wanted a bloody slave to do the chores. I wasn't even fed properly, Hell, I'm sure there are people in poor countries that ate more than me. Not only that, he didn't give me any clothing save for Dudley's cast-offs, and he made me sleep in the bloody cupboard under the stairs! How is that "goodness of heart", Marge?"

Now all the Dursleys were looking at him in horror, though Marge was confused.

"...Boy?" asked Vernon, his tone disbelieving. The little brat was supposed to be fourteen, how could this handsome man be the freak?

"You're lying! That brat would be fourteen this year! You can't be him.

-Aaahh, Marge, Marge, Marge. You see, there's a very simple explanation for this: magic." he said, delighting as he said the word his relatives had forbidden to use years ago.

"You're insane, magic doesn't exist! You're one little delusional...

-Oh, really, then if I do this" he made a fireball appear in his hand, the fire licking his fingers without harming them, "this isn't magic?"

Marge could only stare in shock at the fire in the man's hand, a fire that all she knew told her it shouldn't exist.

"Im-im-impossible! It's a trick! Yes, that's right! It's a trick of the light!"

At that, the blonde girls smirked, making all Dursleys shrink in fear as she gave them a cold look.

"Don't worry, we have aaaalllll day to show you just how real magic is. Isn't it right, Zero? But first..."

Taking one of the aging pills, she turned into her adult self, much to the Dursleys' shock. Vernon's eyes were bugging out as he took in the luscious body of the woman that now stood in front of him in very indecent clothing, while Petunia and Marge were looking afraid of her, though they couldn't help but feel inadequate. Dudley...Well, as he hadn't miraculously learnt how to use his brain in the last minutes, he tried to touch Evangeline, only for her to swat his arm away.

"Fattie, one more try and you lose your arm." she said coolly, as she gave him a glare that made him wet himself and cower in fear. "Man, you guys really aren't suited for raising children. Didn't your parents teach you that it's rude to be too insistent with a girl? Bet not. They don't really look like model parents to me.

-NOW SEE HERE...

-No, you see here." Evangeline cut Vernon off as ice started to form on the furniture. "Not only do you have the privilege to be the absolute worst people I have ever met in my seven centuries of life, treating your own nephew like he was some kind of monster for something he had no control over, but you weren't even able to raise your son correctly. Seriously, he doesn't even know how to treat women! At least Harry knows how to treat people, especially women, properly, and that's not thanks to you lot."

At that the two other females gave vigorous nods. Harry had never been anything else than a complete gentleman, well, unless they explicitly asked him not to be. Zero had had a few fantasies that required him to be far less than a gentleman, after all, as had Evangeline.

"Anyway, I find it quite surprising that you criticize, exploit, beat and starve someone who is in the end far better than you will ever be. Harry told me how you wanted to be normal, and as far as I know, the way you acted towards him was anything but normal.

The way you treated him was cruel, inhumane, and the fact that you did it to a child means you deserve death a hundred times over. Dudley, while he did beat Harry up, is at least innocent enough that I'm willing to give him a second chance, though I doubt he'll be clever enough to do anything worthwhile with it. After all, your way of raising him made him into someone who isn't adapted to the society you so stupidly worship. He doesn't even understand that his actions will have consequences, something a three years old child would know."

The way all three adults looked at them as if they were crazy made Evangeline snort.

"Can't believe what I say? Fine. Let's say that I've looked into Dudley's history, and it's funny to see that you haven't yet been able to see that your son is failing his education, despite whatever stupid excuses you try to find for him. He is also a bully, though the notices the school sent you were apparently ignored. I'd bet he's been hiding them from you."

The Dursleys were looking as if they couldn't believe their ears, and Harry was willing to bet they weren't even trying to see if his girlfriend was right, since to them Dudley could never, ever, be anything less than perfect, thus such things had to be slander, or the result of people jealous of their son/nephew that blamed their actions on him.

Evangeline noticed it, and shook her head. She wasn't really a very patient person despite her age, and the Dursleys were probably pushing their limits simply by refusing to consider that Dudley was indeed failing in school.

"Anyway, we're here to give you the punishment you deserve for treating Harry like you did.

-PUNISHMENT?! WE TOOK HIM IN, FED HIM WHEN NOBODY ELSE WANTED HIM! WE SHOULD BE CONGRATULATED INSTEAD, FREAKS LIKE HIM SHOULD BE DROWNED AT BIRTH!"

Vernon was interrupted when a pike made of ice pierced his left leg, making him scream as blood leaked on the until then immaculate floor.

"Silence. Trying to reason with you is obviously a waste of time. Zero, Chachamaiden, it's time to pay them back for what they did to Harry."

The sadistic doll grinned, though this time she was far more serious than usually, these people had dared to mistreat her beloved Master, and there was going to be Hell to pay! She had brushed up her torture skills for that day, and she was sooo eager to try some new things! The usually proper and slightly cold Chachamaiden was also frowning, as the Dursleys were among the few people she genuinely disliked, not only for what their treatment of Harry, but also for the lasting scars they had left on her boyfriend.

Had there been no silencing wards around the 4, Privet Drive, people would have heard the unearthly screams of pain, terror and suffering that echoed all day long, before they died off in the evening.

The next day, the postman would find the entire base level coated with blood, body parts littered all around, and a very insane Dudley Dursley hiding in the cupboard under the stairs, rocking back and forth as he suck his thumb and muttered over and over again about "scary sexy blonde girls and sadistic freaky dolls". He would spend two years in a mental institution, before becoming a model citizen, though he always seemed terrified of blonde women and treated them as queens each time he couldn't get away from them. He lived a long life and died at the ripe age of seventy-one from a coronary, his early eating habits having finally caught up to him. He donated all his money to charities and orphanages.

As for Ripper, he would be found sitting next to the head of Marjorie Dursley, relieving a "natural urge". He, along with the other dogs the elder Dursley would be given to a certain Fubster, who had to train them from scratch, as their previous owner had apparently been unable to properly train them, resulting in highly aggressive dogs. He would eventually be run over by a truck as he chased after a cat that was obviously smarter than him and ran instead of standing his ground against the truck.

Nobody ever noticed the odd group that left the house that night, nor did they hear the blonde talking about a "Long overdue punishment" as she squeezed the hand of her boyfriend. Nor did they know about the wild party of kinky sex the group had later, but that's another story.

As usual, reviews and constructive criticism is welcome!