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Harry fell onto the floor, Vernon towering over him.
Harry felt his face, Vernon hit him so hard it caused a bruise.
“Get out! You aren’t welcome here!” Vernon yelled.
Harry had returned from the fourth year and tried to tell Vernon about Voldemort’s return, but Vernon wouldn’t listen. Instead, he didn’t even let Harry back in.
Vernon thought Harry was crazy. Everyone did at this point.
Harry was on the floor, shaking and pale, his school suitcase next to him; filled with his clothes and magic stuff.
Harry sighed, if he wasn’t welcome back to the Dursleys, then that was fine.
But he couldn’t return to Hogwarts the next year or else people would ask why he looked so skinny as he couldn’t return to the magic world.
Harry sighed and got back up, grabbing his suitcase, he knew the only way for everything to work…
Was to kill the Dursleys.
He couldn’t believe he had to do this, but he had to.
Harry grabbed out his wand and walked away from the house; to a safe distance.
“Bombarda Maxima” He whispered, and a large explosion emitted from his wand, blowing up the home.
The roof of the building collapsed inside, Harry grinned- knowing it crushed the people who made his entire childhood torture.
Before any commotion aroused, he ran away, stuffing his wand back in his pocket as he ran with the suitcase.
‘Why did I do that?’ Harry asked himself, ‘Why did I enjoy it?’
He couldn’t answer his own questions; all he knew was that the world had to go. Every horrible muggle, every wizard who ever doubted him, every living thing…
…had to leave.