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BS - Chapter 53: Family Time
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“Dialogue”
‘Thoughts’
-Author notes-
Chapter 53: Family Time
Petunia opened her eyes and found her nephew Harry standing over her, pointing a black wand at her face while mumbling things she didn’t understand.
“So that’s what he did… the bastard. A blood ward, nonetheless.” Harry stared at thin threads of magic that connected him to his aunt, as well as the house.
He had no doubts that this was the work of Albus Dumbledore. He must have done it when he left him here as a baby.
Petunia looked around and found her husband and son still fast asleep.
They were all sitting in their kitchen chairs. She made an attempt to stand up but discovered that she was somehow stuck to the chair surface and could not get off.
“Harry! What did you do to us!” she screeched.
“You are finally awake.” Harry turned his attention to her. “It’s just a harmless sticking charm. No need to freak out.”
“You let me go this instant, you hear me!” she shouted.
Harry rubbed his ear. “Of course I can hear you with that damn screeching voice. If I hadn’t set in place several privacy charms, every single dog in the entire neighborhood could also hear you.”
Petunia glared at the wand in his hand and recalled the last thing he had said to them before knocking them out. “Have you gone insane?”
Harry stopped to think for a moment. “Perhaps a little bit. But when you spend a century living with demons, undeads, and wraiths, your mind tends to slip a bit.”
He aimed his wand at Vernon. “Crucio.”
“Ahhh!” Vernon woke up screaming while his wife stared in horror before she began to shout at Harry to stop.
Harry turned to her. “I can’t stand your voice… if you scream at me again, I will use the curse on your son next.”
This was more than enough to shut her up.
“Y-you… you can’t use that thing outside of school…” Vernon’s voice sounded weak and fragile after suffering the Cruciatus Curse for several seconds.
Harry raised an eyebrow. “Is that what worries you now? That I may get expelled? I told you last night that I murdered the Headmaster.” He shrugged. “But if it eases your mind, the wand that I am currently using is not the school one, so I won't get in trouble.”
He showed the wand to him. “This wand has a black dragon heartstring as its core and is made with wood from an ancient oak tree that was being worshipped by a barbarian tribe. I know this because I personally exterminated the tribe and took their sacred tree,” he said with pride. “And this one has no trace,” he then added.
“A… Azkaban.”
Harry turned to look at Petunia. “What did you say?”
She returned the stare with barely contained disdain. “I know about that wizard prison… they will send you there for this.”
Harry frowned. He did not like being reminded that the Ministry of Magic had taken over his home and was using it to keep the trash of the country locked inside.
His wand moved immediately to point at Dudley. “Crucio.”
“Noo!” Petunia screamed, just as her son awoke in agony.
“Ahhhh!” Dudley let out a bloodcurdling scream that reminded Harry of the sound pigs make when they are hurt.
“Stop!” Petunia turned to him. “Please, stop!”
“No need for that.” Harry released the curse before placing a silencing charm on Dudley. The sound of his voice was starting to annoy him. “I still need you all alive… and sane.” For now.
“What do you want?” Vernon asked. “Freak…” he muttered under his breath.
“You have a poor sense of self-preservation.” Harry clenched his fists and punched the large man across his face, breaking several teeth in the process.
Harry’s strength had been increased several times over thanks to the ritual he performed the other day. But he knew this would be far from enough for him to be satisfied.
Vernon coughed a mouthful of blood.
“Please, Harry, that’s enough. Just tell us what you want from us.” Petunia finally understood how helpless their situation was. They were completely at Harry’s mercy at this point.
“Is this about how we treated you? Because we kept you in a broom closet and made you work all day?”
Harry stared at her for a moment. “Oh, not at all. I actually liked those memories. I love seeing the cruel side in people, and you… Aunt Petunia, you are particularly cruel.”
“What… what are you…” She looked very confused right now.
“What I need from you is your undying loyalty and cooperation. If you can do that… you may still survive this summer.” That was a lie, but in his experience, humans are always more cooperative when they have hope.
He walked to Dudley, who was still under the silencing charm and could do nothing but stare at him and tremble.
Harry took a large kitchen knife from the counter and began to chant something that none of the people present could understand, as it was done in a language they had never heard before.
The knife in his hand began to change. The metal of the blade darkened until it was pitch black and had a glossy surface, like obsidian.
He got the knife closer to one of Dudley’s arms.
Petunia was about to shout at him when Harry glared at her. “Scream again, and this knife goes into his throat instead.”
The room remained silent after that threat.
Harry used the knife to carve a symbol into Dudley’s forearm, while this one could do nothing about it.
Once he was done, Harry observed his work and nodded in satisfaction. “I can’t use magical brands on Muggles. Your souls are too weak to handle them. But simple curses like this one can do the trick. See?, still alive.”
“Curse?” Vernon stared at the mark on his son’s arm.
Harry took a seat in front of them and left the knife on the table. “A very deadly one. I can activate it anytime and from anywhere. If I do, your son is dead meat.”
Petunia gasped. “No…”
“Yes, but we won’t get to that, right? I mean, as long as you do what I tell you,” Harry said.
Vernon and Petunia nodded.
“Wonderful,” Harry smirked. “Tomorrow we are going on a shopping trip.”
