Categories > Books > Harry Potter > A potter's death: Last chance
Disclaimer: SAme as before: not mine.... and yes, mine!
AN: did you know that Harry & Voldemor descend from the same bloodline?
Well, here's another small chapter. Oh, and don't worry, The chapters begin to increase in lenght from now on ;)
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“POTTER!” Harry opened his eyes to fins a human giraffe looking at him from the other side of a nearly closed door.
“Yes aunt Petunia?” he asked trying to will out the sleepiness… why did his head hurt so much?
“Don’t you ‘yes aunt Petunia’ me, where did you leave Dudley’s toy cars, I know you moved them”
‘the hell?’ he thought suddenly coming to a realization… It wasn’t that his aunt had grown as he half thought… he had become smaller. ‘Holy cow!’ he thought, suddenly remembering that particular day “I- err…”
“That’s it boy! You’re grounded for the rest of the week” the wench walked away to the kitchen mumbling about informing Vernon when he got home.
“Like hell I will” the boy smirked walking out of the cupboard… “Not this time around” He walked the all too familiar path to the bathroom to examine himself in the mirror.
Just as his death had promised, he was a six years old boy-who-lived (twice), still as skinny and pale as ever. Hes aunt and uncle made sure to starve him enough so he wouldn’t be strong enough to protest while they abused him. “But no more” he decided “I’ll make them pay for all their abuses for the past 17 yea… err, 5 years… 22 years? Hell, this is tough” mused the confused boy.
But shrugged after a while, instead he locked the door to have enough room to practice his wandless magic silent spells.
Later that night Vernon Dursley parked his car and walked back home, probably thinking of new ways to torture his nephew… completely unaware of the fact that he was walking straight into a trap. The first strange occurring he should have noticed was that none came to greet him on the door, or the morbid silence that fell after behind his every step; he could also have noticed that the Dudley in front of the TV wasn’t sleeping, but unconscious and with quite a nasty bump in the head, or that his wife was silently following him, ready to maul his head with a frying pan.
But noooo. Vernon chose to notice the raven-haired boy peacefully sitting on the kitchen eating a bag if his favorite chips.
“Who ever give you permission to touch that?” the evil man roared referring to his bag of chips.
“Why myself, of course. Now I know why you like them so much” the boy answered looking at him in the eye “But you should stop eating ad do some exercise… you look like you are about to collapse, right aunt Petunia?” without a second delay, the woman under the imperious curse osed her imrpovised weeapon to hit her husband into the ground... and continued landing blow after blow on the man’s unconscious body until he was a bloody mess... literally.
“That would be enough Petunia” and she stopped altogether. “Now call an ambulance and say that he was mugged on his own home”; the boy walked over to his unconscious relative and casted a wandless ‘enervate’. The man coughed up blood and slowly opened his eyes, only to find his not so useless nephew frowning at him. “Now you know how it feels” hissed the boy with barely contained anger “But unlike you, I’ll give you an opportunity to save yourself: If you treat me right, this event won’t have to repeat itself. Think about it while you’re in the hospital” then casted a ‘silence’ spell on his uncle so he wouldn’t be able to talk about this.
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A/N: yup, plotholes, why the need of silencing charm? so that vernon wouldn't be able tu accuse Harry of anything.
How come Harry can do wandless magic? I'm not going into details just yet, but he did learn it before his death.
Also, Harry's past lifeis canon up to book 6, from there on it's completely AU.
AN: did you know that Harry & Voldemor descend from the same bloodline?
Well, here's another small chapter. Oh, and don't worry, The chapters begin to increase in lenght from now on ;)
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:3:
“POTTER!” Harry opened his eyes to fins a human giraffe looking at him from the other side of a nearly closed door.
“Yes aunt Petunia?” he asked trying to will out the sleepiness… why did his head hurt so much?
“Don’t you ‘yes aunt Petunia’ me, where did you leave Dudley’s toy cars, I know you moved them”
‘the hell?’ he thought suddenly coming to a realization… It wasn’t that his aunt had grown as he half thought… he had become smaller. ‘Holy cow!’ he thought, suddenly remembering that particular day “I- err…”
“That’s it boy! You’re grounded for the rest of the week” the wench walked away to the kitchen mumbling about informing Vernon when he got home.
“Like hell I will” the boy smirked walking out of the cupboard… “Not this time around” He walked the all too familiar path to the bathroom to examine himself in the mirror.
Just as his death had promised, he was a six years old boy-who-lived (twice), still as skinny and pale as ever. Hes aunt and uncle made sure to starve him enough so he wouldn’t be strong enough to protest while they abused him. “But no more” he decided “I’ll make them pay for all their abuses for the past 17 yea… err, 5 years… 22 years? Hell, this is tough” mused the confused boy.
But shrugged after a while, instead he locked the door to have enough room to practice his wandless magic silent spells.
Later that night Vernon Dursley parked his car and walked back home, probably thinking of new ways to torture his nephew… completely unaware of the fact that he was walking straight into a trap. The first strange occurring he should have noticed was that none came to greet him on the door, or the morbid silence that fell after behind his every step; he could also have noticed that the Dudley in front of the TV wasn’t sleeping, but unconscious and with quite a nasty bump in the head, or that his wife was silently following him, ready to maul his head with a frying pan.
But noooo. Vernon chose to notice the raven-haired boy peacefully sitting on the kitchen eating a bag if his favorite chips.
“Who ever give you permission to touch that?” the evil man roared referring to his bag of chips.
“Why myself, of course. Now I know why you like them so much” the boy answered looking at him in the eye “But you should stop eating ad do some exercise… you look like you are about to collapse, right aunt Petunia?” without a second delay, the woman under the imperious curse osed her imrpovised weeapon to hit her husband into the ground... and continued landing blow after blow on the man’s unconscious body until he was a bloody mess... literally.
“That would be enough Petunia” and she stopped altogether. “Now call an ambulance and say that he was mugged on his own home”; the boy walked over to his unconscious relative and casted a wandless ‘enervate’. The man coughed up blood and slowly opened his eyes, only to find his not so useless nephew frowning at him. “Now you know how it feels” hissed the boy with barely contained anger “But unlike you, I’ll give you an opportunity to save yourself: If you treat me right, this event won’t have to repeat itself. Think about it while you’re in the hospital” then casted a ‘silence’ spell on his uncle so he wouldn’t be able to talk about this.
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A/N: yup, plotholes, why the need of silencing charm? so that vernon wouldn't be able tu accuse Harry of anything.
How come Harry can do wandless magic? I'm not going into details just yet, but he did learn it before his death.
Also, Harry's past lifeis canon up to book 6, from there on it's completely AU.
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