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Deserved Fate

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**Harry Potter

Opening his eyes, Harry surveyed his new surroundings. He felt so light that he was practically floating, with magic rushing through him as strong as high tide.  He didn't think he'd truly appreciated just how much magic he had. Truthfully, this wasn't even all the magic he had.

Looking down, he realized he'd risen off the floor. His bare feet, somehow perfectly clean and taken care of, showed from beneath elegantly beautiful wizarding robes that swept out in folds of black edged with gold. The hard edges of a mask dug into his face, but it was perfectly contoured to his profile and he knew without seeing it that it was black with golden lace edging to match his robes.

Every aspect of himself was perfectly comfortable, and his glamour remained in place. The room around him too was exactly to his specifications, mirroring every detail he'd imagined it to have.

That was exactly how it was meant to be, the place was a construct in his mind, but he'd poured so much of himself into it that it was real in the ways that mattered.

See, Harry had drawn the Dursleys into his mindscape with him. By taking their non corporeal essences from them and harnessing them to his own control, he'd been able to force them into this fold of reality. Everything he wished here became reality, and every action taken would exist fully both in and out of this mind world.

For example, if he were to kill one of them, their physical bodies would be dead too, and any injury inflicted upon them during their time here would also appear on their skin as soon as Harry let them return to their physical selves.

Currently, all three Dursleys hung suspended from the ceiling that soared 100 ft. above the floor. They were wrapped in thick black iron chains so long that the Dursleys themselves were only 30 ft. off the floor. He'd magically gagged them, and knew that it was the only reason he wasn't forced to listen to their whining.

The room was carpeted in black, and per his wish, the carpet could not be marred by anything, be it blood, urine, or vomit. His mindscape was his to arrange however he wished, and any aspect could change in the blink of an eye. 

Everything about this scenario was designed so that the Dursleys could be put through whatever agony Harry believed they deserved. He might not be able to level the playing field between them and himself, he had not the patience to find out how long it would take to pay back the first nine years of development a child went through, but he could force them to endure some of what he had.

Not being able to remember each individual thing they'd done to him, he couldn't perfectly replicate his life to put them through, but by the skies he could make them go through some of it.

With his magic still lush and fit to bursting from his seams, so much he could likely have sustained his own planet, he definitely had enough to accomplish his plan.

He shaped his thoughts until his desires had been perfectly formatted in his mind. It was like a hollow mold, and he pushed magic into it, filling it up until it had filled the gap where thought and reality broke apart. 

When fully bridged, the magic was solid. It branched off into three separate pieces to send each one into a Dursley. Harry was here for closure, to see himself whole once more. It wouldn't be necessary to watch every torture they went through, but he would need to check in to make sure it was being done.

Imagining the situation each Dursley went through as a tv show or movie, he shifted what the Dursleys were going through in their own minds onto three television screens. Now, whenever he needed reassurance that those monsters he'd lived with were being punished for their crimes, he need only look up.