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Happy-Birthday-To-Me [Chapter 12]
🕑 Added 2023-01-31 17:06:21 +0000 UTC"Hello, Aunt Petunia" Harry greeted the terrified woman with a wave of his free hand. Once again, the terrified woman tried to move, but all of her desperate attempts failed spectacularly. "Hello, Uncle… I am glad that you are up. I was wondering if I had to wake you up" Harry turned toward his Uncle, who had just woken up.
Harry could already guess what was going through the man's mind… The man was already balefully glaring at him while his face started to turn red. Harry still remembered the beating he received from his Uncle before he was reunited with his mom and he couldn't help but rejoice at the fact that he was finally going to have his revenge.
"Did you guys know that I turned 11 today?" Harry asked in an amused tone as he raised his Wand so that both his Aunt and Uncle could see it. Petunia's eyes almost popped out of her eye sockets and Vernon also seemed to have a similar type of reaction, but Harry could clearly see the hate and anger in his eyes.
"I see… The two of you already know what this is…" Harry trailed off as he flicked his Wand in the air, releasing several streaks of light from the tip of his Wand.
The fear in Petunia's eyes multiplied and Vernon was almost frothing from his mouth as his whole being radiated hate and anger. Harry simply smiled as he lowered his Wand, not wanting to scare his Aunt anymore and at the same time, he also didn't want to push Vernon off the edge… One of them might have a stroke due to stress and Harry would be really displeased if either of them died before he could have his revenge.
"I am not surprised… After all, you knew that my mother was a Witch and not some drunk, didn't you?" Harry growled in anger. He simply couldn't suppress his anger with his Occlumency when he remembered how this woman disparaged his mother in front of the other Muggles. Well, they also called her a whore, but Harry was barely restraining his anger as it was…
"Even my father wasn't a drunk layabout, but I understand why you disparaged them… You couldn't handle the fact that you were inferior" Harry ground out while gritting his teeth. "Anyway, let's get back to the topic at hand… I turned 11 today, you know what that means, don't you?" Harry asked as he raised his eyebrows curiously.
"I am going to start a new Chapter in my life and I don't want to be burdened by my past demons" Harry explained as he finally moved away from Petunia and made his way toward Vernon's side. "Tell me, Aunt Petunia, why did you hate me so much… I was only a baby, what did I ever do to earn your ire?" Harry asked with a pained look on his face as he pointed his Wand at Petunia.
"Incarcerous" Harry muttered and thick ropes were Conjured around Petunia, binding the woman. While Harry wasn't completely inept when it came to Silent Casting, it required a lot more Magic to cast Spells silently and he was yet to get a hang of Silent Casting… As soon as Petunia was bound, Harry muttered another Spell, releasing Petunia from her petrified state.
Petunia immediately realized that she could move again. She immediately turned toward Harry and glared at him balefully. "I hate you because we never wanted you in the first place!! We are completely natural people and we were forced to take care of you, We wanted nothing with that freak world of yours, but there you were, placed at our doorstep with just a letter!" Petunia screeched and Harry was already regretting his choice to release the woman.
"I wanted nothing with you or any of your freakishness, but we were never given a choice, were we?" The woman started to laugh mirthlessly. "I wanted none of your freakishness influencing our Dudders, but you kept using your unnaturalness to ruin our lives. Now you are here when we were finally thinking we were shot of you…" The woman growled in anger and tears started to roll out of her eyes.
Harry almost felt bad for the woman… almost. " I see… Unfortunately, you made the wrong choice. Did you really believe that I will never strike back at you? Had you treated me nicely, we won't be having this conversation, but we can't have everything now, can we?" Harry asked in a mocking tone as he pointed his Wand at Petunia and re-applied the Petrifying Charm.
"Uncle Vernon, I would have allowed you to speak, but I can already guess what you are thinking" Harry shrugged dismissively, and then he placed the tip of his Wand at the side of Vernon's temple. The man tried to scoot away, but unfortunately, Vernon was petrified. Then Harry looked at Petunia, who was staring at Harry with a lot of hatred in her eyes.
"I understand what you are trying to say… Believe me, I do. While I would have been unhappy in case someone left a baby at my doorstep without giving me any choice, I wouldn't have taken out my anger on the baby…" Harry muttered in a grave tone and then he turned his head so that he could look straight into his Uncle's eyes.
"You love beating people weaker than you, don't you? Don't worry… You will have your wish" Harry said as he cast a variant of Compulsion Charm on his Uncle. "As soon as you can move again, you will make your way to your son's room and beat him to death and when you are done with him, you will return to this room and beat your wife to death" Harry suggested the man with a sinister glint in his eyes.
Vernon's eyes turned glazed as soon as Harry cast the Spell and Petunia could only watch the whole scene unfolding much to her horror… "After beating your wife to death, you will leave the house and attack the first person you see and you will not stop until you are shot down by the cops" Harry finished suggesting and removed the tip of his Wand from the man's head.
Harry nodded his head in satisfaction and turned toward Petunia… "Magic… The Spell I used is so weak that any Wizard or Witch could have easily fought off my orders due to their innate Magic, but unfortunately, Uncle Vernon doesn't have any Magic… So, how does it feel now? I bet you are wishing that you had Magic right now!" Harry exclaimed cheerfully.
Petunia never thought she would hate anyone more than her freaky sister, but her sister's filthy spawn proved her wrong. She could only stare at Harry in complete hatred, desperation, and anger as tears continued to roll down her eyes. For a traitorous moment, she did think that it would have been better if she had Magic. She wouldn't have grown apart from Lily and she wouldn't have been in this position right now.
"Ah… Sorry, Uncle Vernon. I should have released you before" Harry mused aloud as he flicked his Wand and released Vernon from his petrified state. His Uncle shot up from the bed with a look of fury etched on his face. For a moment, Petunia thought that the Spell might have failed and Vernon would attack the monster, but all of her hopes were dashed when Vernon climbed off the bed before making his way toward the door.
Petunia could only watch in horror as Vernon left the room… "I would have loved to keep you company, but I have a show to watch" Harry said cheerfully as he skipped out of the room, and that when is they heard someone open a door with a loud bang.
"Dad…?" They heard a confused voice before screams and cries started to ring throughout the house. Harry would have loved to watch Petunia's reactions, but he wanted to witness Duddley's last moment in the world. Harry watched Vernon beat Duddley until the fat boy was no longer moving, but his face remained completely stoic.
He killed a boy of his age, but he didn't feel anything, no regrets, no guilt, no joy… In fact, he only felt satisfied. A certain urge inside him was finally satisfied… Vernon breathed out as he finally turned around and walked out of the room, completely ignoring Harry. Petunia also met the same fate as her son and Harry simply kept watching the whole scene unfold from outside the room.
Harry didn't even bother to remove the Petrifying Charm from Petunia so that he could hear her screams, but he did feel a bit satisfied when Petunia finally stopped breathing. Harry could already hear some sirens… Apparently, the cops were already here. Someone must have heard Dudley's screams and informed the cops. Though Harry started to wonder why nobody called the cops when it was him who screamed.
Vernon made his way out of the house looking like a mad bull and attacked the first person he saw, just like Harry suggested. Harry cast a Muggle Repelling Charm on himself along with a Notice-Me-Not Charm before making his way downstairs so that he could watch the whole show. Harry watched Vernon beat another person to death before the cops finally arrived.
Vernon immediately attacked the cops and after they failed to subdue the obviously crazed man, they were forced to gun him down… Harry watched the whole scene from inside the house. Once again, he didn't any regret, guilt, or joy… He simply felt satisfaction. Harry finally walked out of the house confidently without bothering to give the gathering cops and Muggles a look…
"Happy Birthday to me" Harry muttered as he walked away from the scene.
|Happy Birthday, son… I am so proud of you and Hadrian, you did well| Harry heard Lily's voice inside his head a ghost of a smile appeared on his face…
