The Second Try

Family Relations

A tiny bit of gore in here... its outlined... I hate the Dursleys.

Harry Potter lifted his head, smacking it on the low ceiling. He looked around, his body instantly absorbing the changes he'd made in the future. He was in the cupboard under the stairs. The Dursleys! Harry thought with a chuckle. He was planning on dealing with them anyway. Then, he looked at his hand. It definitely wasn't what he'd been expecting. He'd been aiming for one century of travel, right after he'd turned 17.

Instead, he found himself in a five year-old body. He'd haveto live through Hogwarts again... Actually, that wouldn't be bad at all. He could start his relationship with Hermione that much sooner. Besides, it would be interesting to see the changes. Suddenly, a plume of multicolored flame exploded into brilliance next to him. Mia flapped her wings, struggling not to hit a wall in the tiny space.

"Sorry Mia." Harry chuckled. He removed the Trace that detected underage magic, as well as the detection spells that had been placed onto him by Dumbledore. He gestured and the door flew off its hinges, slamming into a wall. He summoned the letter that Dumbledore had left with Harry on the Dursleys' doorstep. Reading it confirmed his suspicions. Dumbledore had not only been siphoning funds from Harry's vault to pay the Dursleys, he'd also instructed them to keep him as cut off from magic as possible. He knew that beatings tended to slow discharges of accidental magic, so there were ordersin the note to make sure that he was beaten at least thrice a week.

Harry's anger triggered a burst of flame that incinerated the paper. Mia, who had been perched on Harry's shoulder, barked angrily at him. Harry, who could understand the phoenix language, agreed. The Dursleys' deserved their payment now.

Harry wished he had a wand. Wandless magic was extremely effective, but having a wand would have been so much more dramatic. Sighing, he stalked up the stairs, Mia following. Harry blasted open the doors to Dudley's room and extended an arm. A burst of flame sent the child running to his parents. Even at the age of six, Dudley was gigantic, and Harry chuckled as the fat pig waddled to his parents.

He strode through the doors to the master bedroom and laughed when he saw Vernon with a shotgun in his hands.

"Do you really think that will work?" Harry asked. When Vernon pulled the trigger, Harry transfigured the scattering pellets into small birds, which immediately began picking at the vulnerable areas of the Dursleys. Mia was enjoying using the shotgun as a club to beat them.

"Wh- Why are you doing this?" Dudley cried.

"Are you an imbecile? You used me as a slave! You beat me for using my natural gifts! Now, I think that its time that you understand exactly what it is that you've done. Opening a one-way link to the minds of the three Dursleys, Harry channeled the years of abuse, pain, and suffering. He directed it through the link. The Dursleys were reduced to sobbing babies. It wasn't enough. Mia said to use a certain spell.

Harry sent a mental healing spell at the Dursleys. Mia wanted them fully aware of what was about to happen. "Imperium Viscus Fatalis." He intoned. The spell was one that he had created to punish the bastard who'd killed his daughter. It literally ripped out the victim's internal organs, keeping them awake and alive until the heart was removed last. He'd also transformed it into a healing spell, one that allowed direct healing of the internal organs.

Harry watched with a grim satisfaction as the Dursleys were ripped apart. He knew that they hadn't deserved the torture, but Hermione had always hated the idea of parental figures who could act like that, especially towards Harry. Thinking of the torture reminded Harry of Dumbledore. He cast an incomplete cloning spell. It wouldn't create a real clone, only a body that was incapable of thought or feelings. Then, Harry spoke. "Incindio Maxima!" The house exploded as Harry Apparated away.