"YOU!" bellowed Vernon. "You're the one keeping us here? Let us out, boy, now!"
Harry's eyes darkened and his wand sailed to his hand. With a flick, the door of the cell opened and he stepped inside. Vernon took the chance to pounce on Harry but was thrown against the wall violently without Harry even having to defend himself.
"Oh, you stupid fool," Harry snorted uncharacteristically, shaking his head. "Did you think the collar you were made to wear was for beautification? Those are charmed to ensure that you cannot attack me. But even if you do, I'm more than capable of taking care of myself." He twirled his wand in his fingers, showing it to Petunia who paled. "Recognise this, Aunt Petunia?" he sneered. "It's called a wand."
"Y-You have become o-one of them," she whispered, looking horrified. "You're a freak !"
Harry's face contorted in rage. There was no word he hated more than the word 'freak.' It brought back bad memories of him being tortured by them and also Dylan suffering for as long as he had. Gritting his teeth, Harry slashed his wand in the air and Petunia screamed an unholy scream full of pain as the bones in her legs exploded.
"Don't use that word in front of me," said Harry dangerously. "Be glad that I've been kind enough to provide you with food and shelter. Does that sentence remind you of something, Aunt Petunia? What about you, Uncle Vernon? You claimed that you had provided a roof over my head and food from your table purely because of the goodness of your hearts. It didn't matter to you that you gave me a tiny boot cupboard under the stairs for me to sleep in or that you gave me so little food that any other child would have died of starvation. Well then, I'm returning the favour. You should be glad that I've put a roof over your head by bringing you to my dungeon and also that I provide you with food, however little it may be."
"Where's Dudley?" asked Vernon, shakily.
"He's in a much better place," smirked Harry.
"What have you done, you disgusting boy?" screeched Marge. Harry turned to face her, his luminescent green eyes flashing with murderous intent. Apparently, being in an isolated cell for two years had still not broken them. Maybe more punishment was in order.
"You know, I've always wanted to do this to you, Marge," said Harry quietly. He swiftly kicked her in the face, breaking her nose. With one more kick, she was holding her stomach in pain.
"That was for letting your worthless dogs nearly maul me to death while you laughed at my helplessness… and this…"
Harry pointed his wand at her.
" Crucio !"
Marge screamed in a manner she had never screamed before. Vernon and Petunia were watching, horrified, as Marge twisted and turned like she was on fire and being stabbed at the same time. After ten seconds, Harry released the curse, looking satisfied.
"This was for calling my mother a whore and my father a good for nothing drunk," said Harry darkly. "And you, Aunt Petunia… I wonder what your plans were for me. You were rather insistent on denying me any knowledge of magic. Let's see what is going on in that head of yours."
" Legilimens! "
Five minutes of shuffling through her memories left him disgusted. She had never planned on telling him about his heritage. She wanted to keep him so downtrodden that Harry would never be able to get up. She would have kicked him out of the house after high school, ensuring that Harry survived on the streets with no proper education or job, hoping that he would die in misery. She had wanted to do that because she hated the fact that Lily had been magical while it had been denied to her. The fact that Harry was an innocent soul in her feud with her sister did not matter to her at all. The baby dumped on her doorstep was a freak and he must be made 'normal.' That was all that mattered to her.
"No," croaked Petunia when she saw the expression on Harry's face; it was terrifying.
" Crucio !"
Harry calmed down a bit as he saw Petunia whimpering on the floor after having suffered the Cruciatus Curse. "I'm not going to do anything more to you," he said softly. "Know that your actions against me were what caused this predicament in the first place. You received money for my care and yet you treated me like a slave. Know that you are the reason Dudley is dead. If you had treated me better, your son would still be alive. It's your fault, Petunia. It's all your fault. Remember that."
He cast a Confundus Charm on her to keep making her remember that her precious son was dead. Truthfully, Dudley was very much alive. The boy had tormented Harry when they were young, but he was just a child. Harry had simply wiped the boy's memories to make him think his parents had been killed by using a simple memory charm and a confundus charm. He had then enrolled Dudley into a military school funded by the Muggle government. Let the fat lump be of some use to society.
"Vernon, come with me," ordered Harry.
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