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He hated it. He absolutely hated it. There were no words to describe just how much he hated it.
Potter, the son of the ever-so-despised James Potter had gotten himself resorted into his House. The world hated him, there was no other explanation for it. First he had lost the love of his life to his rival, and now his son was in his House. It just wasn't fair!

He had pleaded with Dumbledore to have the boy resorted, only to get the reply that he'd already tried, and failed. Apparently Potter was supposed to be in Slytherin since day one, which was just complete nonsense. A Potter couldn't be in Slytherin, that was just... wrong!

What was worse was that his godson seemed to welcome the newest member with open arms. He'd thought he and the Potter brat were sworn enemies, well, obviously things had changed. And quickly, at that.

It just wasn't fair!

-00-

Petunia Dursley was just finishing up the dishes of that morning's breakfast when there was a knock on the door. Frowning, she went to open it, wondering who it could be, since she had no knowledge of someone coming over. Vernon's sister Marge wasn't due until next weekend. Perhaps it was just the postman?

She opened the door and came face to face with a young man, who was extremely attractive, if she was honest with herself. She loved Vernon dearly, but couldn't help but admire this young man's looks. Who wouldn't?

"Good morning, madam. Is your husband in?", the attractive man said in a deep, baritone voice, causing her to shiver and flush, much to her embarrassment.

"I'm afraid he just left for work. Can I leave a message?", she asked while she tried to compose herself. She was married, for god's sake!

"Just this", said the man and, faster than Petunia would've thought possible, shoved her back inside, causing her to fall backwards and hit her head on the staircase. While in pain, she heard the sound of the door closing, and saw through tear filled eyes the man's black, expensive-looking shoes coming towards her. She gasped in pain as she was brutally grasped and thrown into the wall, her already pounding head making it hard for her to hear what he said.

"Harry told me all about you, you know. How you and your family treated him. How you treated him like a slave. How he was forced to spend the first eleven years of his life in a fucking cupboard!"

Even in pain, Petunia was filled with hate and anger. That boy... he was the cause of this! "I don't... I don't know what you're talking about", she managed to stutter out, trying to act innocent. She almost flinched at the hateful glare he threw her.

"Don't try and act so innocent, muggle. You, and your family, will pay for what you've put him through. For putting a wizard through that kind of treatment, I promise you- the remaining hours of your life will not be pleasant."

She gasped, this time in fear. Was she going to die? "W-who are you?" she whispered, eyes wide and terrified.

The man smirked, and said:

"I am Lord Voldemort."

-00-

Vernon Dursley whistled happily as he got out of the car. Today had been a good day. Nothing had gone wrong at work, business was flowing, and he looked forward to Petunia's delicious steak she'd promised she would make for dinner that evening.

He opened the door, but had barely managed to close it before he was pushed against it, his head digging into the wood painfully.

"What the hell?", he growled out through clenched teeth. Was it a robber? A murderer? Where was Petunia and Dudley?

He heard a chuckle, and his blood seemed to freeze in his veins. It wasn't the friendly kind of a chuckle, one that's shared between friends. No, it was a cold chuckle, one that promised pain, ever so much pain.

"I've been waiting for you, Vernon Dursley. Your wife and child began to bore me with their endless screams and crying. Let's hope you can do better, hm?"

Vernon felt himself shake with terror at those words. Petunia and Dudley couldn't be... "Who the hell are you, you bastard!", he screamed, tried, though in vain, to get free. "Where is my wife? Where's Dudley?"

"Your wife is currently in the living room, after having spent five hours in the cupboard under the stairs, where your son's currently residing. By the sound of his crying and screaming, I don't think he likes it in there, do you?"

Vernon listened, and could, to his horror, hear the sound of his son's voice emanating from the tiny space under the stairs.

"Why the hell is he in there? Let him out, let him out RIGHT NOW!", he screamed.

"Why should I? I mean, after all, your dear nephew Harry spent eleven years of his life in there. Surely your son can survive just a couple of hours in there, right?"

At the mention of his nephew, Vernon screamed in rage. Of course it was him! "I'll kill him...", he muttered to himself, not realizing that his attacker could hear him.

"No, you won't, Mr. Dursley. In fact, you will never lay a finger on him ever, and I mean ever, again. Do you want to know why?"

Vernon really didn't want to know. He knew the answer anyway...

"Because today, Mr. Dursley, will be the day when you, and your family, will die."

-00-

"It' s done."

Harry couldn't help but gasp as he read Tom's words. Was it true? Was his relatives... really dead? He sighed in relief and quickly wrote a reply:

"Thank you."

He froze for a couple of seconds, then added: "Did you give them hell, Tom?"

The reply came almost instantly. "Yes. Your relatives got to experience what it was to be locked inside the cupboard. Your cousin and uncle seemed to hate it the most, mainly because they could barely fit in there."

Harry laughed in delight. He'd wanted to shove his relatives into the cupboard for years! If that was good enough to be his room for eleven years, it was good enough for them as well.

"Ahh, that's brilliant. It warms my heart to hear that. Very clever, Tom."

"What did you expect? I am a genius, after all."

"Mmm."

"What's that supposed to mean? 'Mmm´?! You're supposed to say, 'Yes, you're a genius, Tom, I'll never be as smart as you'."

"That will never happen, Tom. Nice try, though."

"If I could hex you through this book, I would."

"But you can't, Tom. I thought you were a genius."

"I am!"

"A genius should know it's not possible to hex someone through a book. Even I know that."

"This is the thanks I get for killing your relatives? You're so ungrateful, Potter."

"Hey, I already said thank you!"

"Just empty words, Potter, nothing but empty words..."

"Merlin, you're hard to please."

"Just tell me what I want to hear, and we can leave all of this behind us."

"...what was it you wanted me to say again?"

-00-

Dumbledore was livid. Literally, livid. He had made so many plans for the boy, and now, they were all gone! All his hard work in moulding the Potter heir to become the self-less, sacrificing weapon he'd imagined, had been in vain. Which was why he was livid.

He had decided to pay a visit to the Dursley residence, if only to rant at Petunia for failing in keeping him inside the wards. The night he had left the boy on that doorstep, he had also left a note, asking them to treat young Harry as a 'normal' child, hoping they would understand what he'd meant. He knew that in order to make the boy willing to die, he had to have had a miserable life, not knowing love or even friendship. Who would want to live without that? But perhaps they'd taken it a step too far? Well, he was about to find out.

He arrived at their house and rang the doorbell. He waited almost a minute before ringing a second time. That's strange, they should be home by now. He tried to open the door and frowned as he found it open. He'd though they always kept their door locked, them being so suspicious of anything weird and unnatural.

He walked inside and gently closed the door. Perhaps they had gone to bed early? But then, wouldn't they have woken up by the sound of the doorbell? He glanced into the living room and stumbled back in shock and horror.

There, on the sofa, was Petunia and Dudley Dursley- dead. Both had blood coming out of both nose and ears; the signs of the Cruciatus-curse. This had Voldemort written all over it. But where was Vernon? Was he still alive? Frantically, he searched through the house, but no sign of the man. He was just about to leave and notify the Order, when he paused with his hand on the doorknob. Was it possible...? He walked up to the cupboard and almost hesitantly opened it. He glanced inside and his eyes widened at what he saw.

Vernon Dursley seemed to have been the one to have been tortured the most, Dumbledore noted. There were several cuts on his body, both big and small. Both his arms appeared to have been broken; they looked twisted and hang in different angles that shouldn't have been possible. He, too, had blood coming out of his ears and nose. Voldemort must have put him in here after he killed him.

How had Voldemort been able to enter?! Dumbledore had thought the blood wards would've... the blood wards. Oh no. He'd forgotten about the ritual Voldemort had used during his resurrection! He had Harry Potter's blood in his veins! He could come and enter as he fucking pleased!

If Dumbledore was livid before, he was downright furious now.