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Revenge of Harry Potter!!!!
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
6,414
Reviews:
30
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
1
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Revenge of Harry Potter!!!!
Thanks go out to Anon for reminding me of the disclaimer...Thank you, I do not own Harry Potter.
Harry's gonna be 16......oh sweet revenge!
Harry sat thinking alone at the edge of the lake, watching the giant squid swim, soon he would be 16, old enough to use magic outside the school and around his relatives and evil thoughts were dancing through his mind. Let's see he could do so many things, like transfigure them into little furry animal, or cut them without laying a hand on them, this summer was going to be so fucking fun, and he could release some of his stress because of Sirius' death.
He wondered if he could get away with secretly giving them to the Dark Lord as a birthday gift, after all his birthday was the same as Harry's. He smirked evilly, that was an interesting prosect, he stood and dusted himself off before heading back into the castle, he had to meet Ron and Hermoine for lunch soon anyway.
The year finished faster than he could have ever imagined, and soon he was on the train back to muggle England. He'd stayed past his birthday, now it was time for revenge.....
He walked into number 4 Privet Drive like he owned the place, smirking as Vernon approached him with his fist raised, Harry calmly raised his wand, "Guess what uncle, I can legally do magic now.....'CRUCIO!' and you are only the first."
Harry closed the door and cast a silencing and locking charm before turning back to his purple uncle. "Go ahead and glare you pig, but I can use magic all I want now, so no more hiding my school things..you know what, I think I'll make you a gift for someone I know, you and that fat cow of a fucking son of yours!"
He cast a binding spell on him as he went to find, 'Dudikins' before binding him too, now for that bitch of an aunt, Petunia was in the kitchen cooking when he hit her with a 'crucio' and bound her as the hot grease ate at her skin. "Now, where is that teleportation spell..." he pulled out a book, "Ah here it is!" He murmured it and laughed as they vanished.
Lord Voldemort was not happy, he had been pacing outside Riddle manner for hours until suddenly three bound muggles fell from the sky, "Hm, I was in the mood to torment some muggles anyway." He took off a letter that said, 'Happy Birthday, Tom, from HP.'
Voldemort laughed, "oh the best gift yet, I must thank that Potter brat." Thus the torment began...
Harry threw out all of his uncle, cousin, and aunt's things, and broke several things he just didn't like before charming the house the way he wanted it. Two days later he recieved a birthday card and a gift, He read the card first, 'Happy Birthday Potter, From Tom.' He opened the box to fine three eyes, and three ears, all from his aunt, uncle, and cousin. "Hm, I really must say thanks...I think it's time, for a little.....hmmm change of things, I'm sick of being manipulated."
A/N: Since I'm in a bit of a vindictive mood at the moment this ends here for now.
Harry's gonna be 16......oh sweet revenge!
Harry sat thinking alone at the edge of the lake, watching the giant squid swim, soon he would be 16, old enough to use magic outside the school and around his relatives and evil thoughts were dancing through his mind. Let's see he could do so many things, like transfigure them into little furry animal, or cut them without laying a hand on them, this summer was going to be so fucking fun, and he could release some of his stress because of Sirius' death.
He wondered if he could get away with secretly giving them to the Dark Lord as a birthday gift, after all his birthday was the same as Harry's. He smirked evilly, that was an interesting prosect, he stood and dusted himself off before heading back into the castle, he had to meet Ron and Hermoine for lunch soon anyway.
The year finished faster than he could have ever imagined, and soon he was on the train back to muggle England. He'd stayed past his birthday, now it was time for revenge.....
He walked into number 4 Privet Drive like he owned the place, smirking as Vernon approached him with his fist raised, Harry calmly raised his wand, "Guess what uncle, I can legally do magic now.....'CRUCIO!' and you are only the first."
Harry closed the door and cast a silencing and locking charm before turning back to his purple uncle. "Go ahead and glare you pig, but I can use magic all I want now, so no more hiding my school things..you know what, I think I'll make you a gift for someone I know, you and that fat cow of a fucking son of yours!"
He cast a binding spell on him as he went to find, 'Dudikins' before binding him too, now for that bitch of an aunt, Petunia was in the kitchen cooking when he hit her with a 'crucio' and bound her as the hot grease ate at her skin. "Now, where is that teleportation spell..." he pulled out a book, "Ah here it is!" He murmured it and laughed as they vanished.
Lord Voldemort was not happy, he had been pacing outside Riddle manner for hours until suddenly three bound muggles fell from the sky, "Hm, I was in the mood to torment some muggles anyway." He took off a letter that said, 'Happy Birthday, Tom, from HP.'
Voldemort laughed, "oh the best gift yet, I must thank that Potter brat." Thus the torment began...
Harry threw out all of his uncle, cousin, and aunt's things, and broke several things he just didn't like before charming the house the way he wanted it. Two days later he recieved a birthday card and a gift, He read the card first, 'Happy Birthday Potter, From Tom.' He opened the box to fine three eyes, and three ears, all from his aunt, uncle, and cousin. "Hm, I really must say thanks...I think it's time, for a little.....hmmm change of things, I'm sick of being manipulated."
A/N: Since I'm in a bit of a vindictive mood at the moment this ends here for now.