How They Fell
folder
Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
45
Views:
17,508
Reviews:
167
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
45
Views:
17,508
Reviews:
167
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
Chapter Three
Chapter Three
Harry awoke the next morning still smiling. He was seventeen, able to do magic and he was going to become an Animagus. He glanced at the clock, it was eight o’clock - perfect! On Saturday’s the Dursleys usually awoke at nine and came trampling downstairs demanding breakfast. Well today Harry was going to give it to them and good God did he intend to have fun while doing it.
As he rose and got dressed Harry went over the plans he had made for the day. He had been making and refining them all summer and he expected them to go very well, in spite of the fact that Hermione had made him promise not to do anything to the Dursleys. Well he wouldn’t do anything dangerous to them, he just wanted to have some fun.
Harry grinned wickedly as he made his way down stairs and started getting breakfast ready.
When the Dursleys came down stairs half an hour later they found Harry sitting perfectly calmly at the kitchen table, eating cereal and reading the paper.
“Boy!” Thundered Uncle Vernon. “Why aren’t you getting our breakfast? How dare you just sit there!”
“Oh, don’t worry, its just coming.” Said Harry an innocent look on his face
“Humph!” Grunted Uncle Vernon as he moved in to the kitchen and sat down in his usual seat, Dudley joined him, but Aunt Petunia had barley stepped into the room before she stopped and a gasp escaped her lips.
Vernon and Dudley simultaneously turned to look at Petunia, and then turned to see were she was looking before freezing in shock.
“Oh look, its ready.” Said a very happy Harry as three plates whizzed out of the cupboard to hover on the counter top. The toast was cut neatly in half and placed on the plates, as were the eggs, bacon and sausages. Harry summoned the coffee pot, milk, sugar and four mugs over to the table, as well as knifes, forks and spoons. He then proceeded to fill the sink with warm water and soap before placing the used frying pans in the sink and ordered them to be cleaned and dried in a manner that was as excitable as possible. He then continued to read the paper as the three plates, and four mugs of coffee placed themselves on the table.
The Dursleys shocked eyes followed the plates, eventually falling on Harry, and on the paper hovering on the table in front of him.
There was a pause as Vernon built himself up to his full height and as his face grew in its monstrous redness.
“HOW DARE YOU!?! TO DO M-M-M…THAT, IN MY HOUSE! YOU WILL REGRET IT TO THE DAY YOU DIE BOY!”
“You know I really don’t thing so somehow.” Harry replied coolly, casually flicking his wand in the direction of the cereal packet, making more pour into his bowl.
“Y-YOU, YOU’LL BE EXPELLED FOR THIS!”
“No actually I won’t, as I am now seventeen I am able to do magic out of school. Oh, thanks for reminding me.” Said Harry with a rather vicious smile. With a flick of his want and a whispered spell he made one of Mrs Weasley’s cakes appear in front of him, with another flick he had added seventeen blue candles and with a complicated wiggle the silent kitchen was filled with the beautiful sound of a choir singing happy birthday Harry.
Harry leaned back happily taking in the thunder-shocked faces of his relatives, before blowing out the candles.
Silence once again filled the kitchen when the din of choir voices ended. Harry cut a large slice of cake, before vanishing it back to his bedroom and made another plate frisbee towards him. He had not felt so happy in a long time as he ate the delicious cake and looked at the staring, and in Dudley’s case drooling Dursleys.
“STOP THIS AT ONCE!” Thundered Uncle Vernon; it was possible that he was redder than Harry had ever seen him.
“Make me.” Taunted Harry, wanting to really drive home the change in situation that had taken place. No more would he be hit and bullied.
“WHY YOU LITTLE…” Ground Uncle Vernon as he got to his feet and made his way threateningly towards Harry. Dudley was watching hungrily, Harry was going to get it now.
“I would re-think what you’re about to do.” Replied Harry in a calm voice.
“Oh, I should, should I and why exactly is that?” He was now looking down at Harry menacingly.
“Because,” said Harry raising his wand and pointing it in Uncle Vernon’s face, “I would hate to have all the bother of explaining to the ministry why I was forced to hex you.”
“You wouldn’t dare!”
“Really? Do you honestly think that after all these years I would pass up this opportunity? The only question is which curse to use, hmmm tricky.” Said Harry sarcastically. “Let’s think, I think Dudley might re-grow his tail, don’t you? With a snout and ears to match?” Dudley’s hands comically rushed to clamp over his bottom, then his nose and head. Harry laughed. “And for you Uncle Vernon I think a Bat Bogy Curse would be most fitting. But for Aunt Petunia well I’m not sure I can decide.”
“DON’T YOU DARE THREATEN MY FAMILY! GO TO YOUR CUPBOARD!”
“No!”
“GO NOW!” He roared as he stepped closer. Harry stood up to face his uncle, his wand still pointed in Vernon’s face.
“No. I refuse to do as you say and you can no longer make me. I will not go to my room, I will not make breakfast, I will not tidy the house and I will do magic wherever and whenever I please!” Harry paused and then finished his sentence with his best impression of Dumbledore’s calm tones. “Do you understand?”
It was done. He could see the defeat and fear in his uncle’s eyes. Dudley sat there shaking and trembling, trying to cover as much of himself as possible, and Petunia had gone completely white, horror transfixing her face.
“Perhaps,” Harry added, “if you had treated me as though I were actually family for the last sixteen years, you would not be in this situation. But you did, and I want you all to know that it is because of what you did that you deserve this and everything that I’m going to do to you.”
With that Harry left the room, making his way back to his bedroom.
He sighed heavily as he lay down on his bed. As good as that had been he would still give anything for it to have been different, for that to have been unnecessary. It was done however. Yet his revenge had lost some of its sweetness, he felt bitter for what had just happened and he resolved that his revenge would not be as exacting as he had originally pictured it.
Rolling over he picked up Lupin’s book on transformation and began to read.
Author's note: appologies for the reference to the Simpson's, it just seemed strangely fitting. This is my first attempt at fanfic, so I hope you like it. If you do tell me, if you don't tell me. So please reveiw, I would love to know what people think. I am also looking for a Beta if there is anyone out there who would be interested. Thank you.
Harry awoke the next morning still smiling. He was seventeen, able to do magic and he was going to become an Animagus. He glanced at the clock, it was eight o’clock - perfect! On Saturday’s the Dursleys usually awoke at nine and came trampling downstairs demanding breakfast. Well today Harry was going to give it to them and good God did he intend to have fun while doing it.
As he rose and got dressed Harry went over the plans he had made for the day. He had been making and refining them all summer and he expected them to go very well, in spite of the fact that Hermione had made him promise not to do anything to the Dursleys. Well he wouldn’t do anything dangerous to them, he just wanted to have some fun.
Harry grinned wickedly as he made his way down stairs and started getting breakfast ready.
When the Dursleys came down stairs half an hour later they found Harry sitting perfectly calmly at the kitchen table, eating cereal and reading the paper.
“Boy!” Thundered Uncle Vernon. “Why aren’t you getting our breakfast? How dare you just sit there!”
“Oh, don’t worry, its just coming.” Said Harry an innocent look on his face
“Humph!” Grunted Uncle Vernon as he moved in to the kitchen and sat down in his usual seat, Dudley joined him, but Aunt Petunia had barley stepped into the room before she stopped and a gasp escaped her lips.
Vernon and Dudley simultaneously turned to look at Petunia, and then turned to see were she was looking before freezing in shock.
“Oh look, its ready.” Said a very happy Harry as three plates whizzed out of the cupboard to hover on the counter top. The toast was cut neatly in half and placed on the plates, as were the eggs, bacon and sausages. Harry summoned the coffee pot, milk, sugar and four mugs over to the table, as well as knifes, forks and spoons. He then proceeded to fill the sink with warm water and soap before placing the used frying pans in the sink and ordered them to be cleaned and dried in a manner that was as excitable as possible. He then continued to read the paper as the three plates, and four mugs of coffee placed themselves on the table.
The Dursleys shocked eyes followed the plates, eventually falling on Harry, and on the paper hovering on the table in front of him.
There was a pause as Vernon built himself up to his full height and as his face grew in its monstrous redness.
“HOW DARE YOU!?! TO DO M-M-M…THAT, IN MY HOUSE! YOU WILL REGRET IT TO THE DAY YOU DIE BOY!”
“You know I really don’t thing so somehow.” Harry replied coolly, casually flicking his wand in the direction of the cereal packet, making more pour into his bowl.
“Y-YOU, YOU’LL BE EXPELLED FOR THIS!”
“No actually I won’t, as I am now seventeen I am able to do magic out of school. Oh, thanks for reminding me.” Said Harry with a rather vicious smile. With a flick of his want and a whispered spell he made one of Mrs Weasley’s cakes appear in front of him, with another flick he had added seventeen blue candles and with a complicated wiggle the silent kitchen was filled with the beautiful sound of a choir singing happy birthday Harry.
Harry leaned back happily taking in the thunder-shocked faces of his relatives, before blowing out the candles.
Silence once again filled the kitchen when the din of choir voices ended. Harry cut a large slice of cake, before vanishing it back to his bedroom and made another plate frisbee towards him. He had not felt so happy in a long time as he ate the delicious cake and looked at the staring, and in Dudley’s case drooling Dursleys.
“STOP THIS AT ONCE!” Thundered Uncle Vernon; it was possible that he was redder than Harry had ever seen him.
“Make me.” Taunted Harry, wanting to really drive home the change in situation that had taken place. No more would he be hit and bullied.
“WHY YOU LITTLE…” Ground Uncle Vernon as he got to his feet and made his way threateningly towards Harry. Dudley was watching hungrily, Harry was going to get it now.
“I would re-think what you’re about to do.” Replied Harry in a calm voice.
“Oh, I should, should I and why exactly is that?” He was now looking down at Harry menacingly.
“Because,” said Harry raising his wand and pointing it in Uncle Vernon’s face, “I would hate to have all the bother of explaining to the ministry why I was forced to hex you.”
“You wouldn’t dare!”
“Really? Do you honestly think that after all these years I would pass up this opportunity? The only question is which curse to use, hmmm tricky.” Said Harry sarcastically. “Let’s think, I think Dudley might re-grow his tail, don’t you? With a snout and ears to match?” Dudley’s hands comically rushed to clamp over his bottom, then his nose and head. Harry laughed. “And for you Uncle Vernon I think a Bat Bogy Curse would be most fitting. But for Aunt Petunia well I’m not sure I can decide.”
“DON’T YOU DARE THREATEN MY FAMILY! GO TO YOUR CUPBOARD!”
“No!”
“GO NOW!” He roared as he stepped closer. Harry stood up to face his uncle, his wand still pointed in Vernon’s face.
“No. I refuse to do as you say and you can no longer make me. I will not go to my room, I will not make breakfast, I will not tidy the house and I will do magic wherever and whenever I please!” Harry paused and then finished his sentence with his best impression of Dumbledore’s calm tones. “Do you understand?”
It was done. He could see the defeat and fear in his uncle’s eyes. Dudley sat there shaking and trembling, trying to cover as much of himself as possible, and Petunia had gone completely white, horror transfixing her face.
“Perhaps,” Harry added, “if you had treated me as though I were actually family for the last sixteen years, you would not be in this situation. But you did, and I want you all to know that it is because of what you did that you deserve this and everything that I’m going to do to you.”
With that Harry left the room, making his way back to his bedroom.
He sighed heavily as he lay down on his bed. As good as that had been he would still give anything for it to have been different, for that to have been unnecessary. It was done however. Yet his revenge had lost some of its sweetness, he felt bitter for what had just happened and he resolved that his revenge would not be as exacting as he had originally pictured it.
Rolling over he picked up Lupin’s book on transformation and began to read.
Author's note: appologies for the reference to the Simpson's, it just seemed strangely fitting. This is my first attempt at fanfic, so I hope you like it. If you do tell me, if you don't tell me. So please reveiw, I would love to know what people think. I am also looking for a Beta if there is anyone out there who would be interested. Thank you.