In something something Privet Drive, house 4 lay a body splayed on the front entrance.
"mom..." it took 30 mins for the boy to wake up after having to fight for his survival.
And then another 30 mins for his sobs to end.
Now face covered with tears and snot, he looked in the air with rage filled eyes.
"the fuck, do I have a plot armor or not," he questioned with gritted teeth as the headache was beating like a heart in his head.
But after the pain he has had to endure just minutes before this is hardly a thing.
He toke in a deep breath, as his expression cooled down, to a chilling degree.
"if not for that sudden change where I could control my spirit more freely, I don't know for sure if I would have survived."
Harry or the freshly baked mixture of a sociopath from another world, with a tinge of the kindest kid you could ever find, and a special sauce of the memories of a Darth Lord with a pinch of his psychotic tendencies, thought back to the time when he felt some kind of shackles were released from his spirit.
The difference then was huge, like from crawling he could now walk.
What harry had yet to know was it was not plot but fate, as today was at the exact day and time of his seventh birth day.
And what he experienced was what most wizards go through as there first solidification.
A metamorphosis of sorts.
This gave harry that extra push during the fight and made him not only come out of the exchange as the victor but also get some perks in the process.
Harry picks up some noise from outside the house.
'Probably the shit heads are back' he thought, but not giving a crap about them he laid just as, imitating a sukka papad. [AN: an indian snack usually left to dry out in the sun]
"You freak! What have you done to the house."
When the Dursley family came back home after picking Dudley's aunt they were not expecting the house to be in this state.
They saw how the hallway was messed up, pictures of their lovely family fallen to the ground, the wood of the floor badly damaged, and not to miss the door of the cupboard broken and the freak to be laying dead in the center of all this mess.
Not that they were ever worried about the boy lying prone on the floor.
But even in their shocked state they were not expecting what came next.
"Shut up you cunt."
*Gasp*
Gasps followed at the incredulity of the matter.
The freak, the abomination, the love child of a conniving sister and lowlife father (I hope you got the picture), who until now was living at their mercy was talking back.
Not just his usual snarky replies he said under his breath.
"You! I will kill you, you runt."
Papa Dursley jumped towards Harry in anger
The first to come out of the stupor was the spawn of a swine and a bull, as he charged at him.
While the rest took this as cue to also get back to there sense and rage.
"I told you this bastard was not worth it. See what you got from the kindness you lot showed him has gotten you." That was the insufferable ball filled with the vomit of a drunk sailor.
"Get him papa." Little egg hobbit who ate his twin in the womb.
The womb that bore this sweet little guy didn't say anything, though that nasty expression she was making said enough to how she was feeling.
Now if this was the Og Harry, he would have just curled in fetus position, and taken his beating.
But now it was not harry but them, who should be afraid of what's to come.
"Like hell, I will allow you."
Where nobody knew the mental state of harry, he unleashed a frightening magic with his fury.
As the hallway was doused with waves of magic.
The charging swine-bull and with him the rest of his family froze.
What came next was as a wave of bright crimson with ghost green fire which covered the entire family and even the dog of the overgrown cow.
Following which the screams of the burning line of Dursleys'.
With a flash of cruel clarity in his madness, he covered the entire house in a silencing ward (not realizing he never had to) and continued watching as the whole family burned in the magical fire.
"That's for all the sufferings I had from you," said Harry, ignoring the pleas of the burning family.
*snort*
he walked away towards the kitchen, ignoring the cries.
"Ahh... I'm so hungry.😗"
Opening the fridge he grabbed a chocolate bar.
Slowly pealed the wrapper while in the background if look above his shoulder their where 4 other 'things' that were screaming there insides out, while magic held them in place, while it would not be needed in a few minutes when all there system will shut down in pain.
Then Taking a carton of milk he closed the fridge.
Placing the carton on the table, while munching on the bar he pulled his cocking stool.
Climbing on it he reach for a bowl with his free hands as the bar hang by his mouth.
Walking back to the table, he placed the bowl reached for the cereal and the milk carton.
Filling up both in his bowl he waited.
"You know the best way to eat cereal is when it is like 80% soggy and the rest hard, so you have to have patience to wait for it."
Harry explained to people who had lost any but all there rational.
An:
I have give a hint, I hope you got that, as the magic in this fic will follow a completely different system.