Ps. I have gone through this chapter as well. All the ones I posted should now have fewer grammar mistakes and added some minor things to it.

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The week went by and with each hit, each nasty word, the wish to have BRVR come alive was more and more there. He could feel his companion feel his restless and his agony, the want to help him, but sadly there was nothing that could be done. It made him wonder how long it would take before he would snap. There was not much he could take any longer. Not with how they treated him even worse. It was not helping his nightmares that he held from both the death of his godfather and their treatment made him dream of this too. 

That question was answered after his magic had violently reacted and pushed his Uncle off him. Eyes glared icily over to this prick. He was done. His magic was felt around and he knew that this would make him want to kill the other, but he was not yet going to kill this old pig. No, he would want first to suffer and for that, he would need a good plan. 

"I will make sure that you will never harm me anymore." A wicked gleam was seen in his eyes as he coldly stared towards the fat man. 

"You freak!" The growl that was given by Vermin made him give a crazy grin as a head tilt as well.

This was for sure ominous but the only people who were at fault for all his suffering were his so-called family, Dumblewhore and Bellatrix as well. They would pay and all of the other people. He cackled finding it amusing the reaction of his pig of an Uncle. He looked scared shitless and even pissed himself. This was fun, yet he was far from finished. 

With a wave of his hand, none would be able to hear or see anything unusual nor feel any magic in this place. How he could do this, he had no idea. It was instinctual, that was for sure.  It also, wouldn't do good for the order of friend chickens to see what he was doing. 

Even without a wand, he was sure that he could do a lot of damage without it. After all, he could do it with wandless magic.  It showed with what he had just now done. That was why he wished for a wand without a trace. It took not even 5 seconds to appear. This wand was pure black slowly getting into a redder color at the tip. This felt perfect and he could feel this one in tune with him. It was way better than his old one and he had the feeling that it would not work any longer, that he now had a new one. 

"The old man said you could not use magic here, so don't even try brat." The pig said smugly even when there was a clear sign of fear heard and seen.

His eyes narrowed, eyes for sure glowed in a toxic avada kedavra green. It was pissing him off just the mentioning of this bastard. How dare Dumblefuck. It pissed him off that the other thought he could make the other feel security. With this, it was certain that Dumblefucktard knew. 

"That's where you are wrong my dear pig of an Uncle.~" He fake cheerful said as his grin widened with the realization hitting the other.

"I can and I will be able to do this. After all, I haven't paid you all back for all of the pain you caused me." His voice was soft yet he knew that whatever his tone was, scared the living crap out of his Uncle and he could feel the glee at this. Now Harry wished he should have caused this more often when this was the result of it.

"But-"

"Dumblewhore is not here, is he? He can't protect you and I will make everyone pay that thought they could control me and cause my suffering." He butted in with a menacing glare. 

Harry wanted to kill them all so badly but he felt the fast way would be too nice for them. Slow and painful, that was what he would go for. 

This reminded him of another person that he had to figure out what he should do. Remus had caused nothing and that was the thing. The male was a werewolf and called him a pup, yet he had done anything to help him. He let him stay with these people and that was a hard blow. Wasn't Remus someone who cared for him? So why? His heart ached and he felt betrayed by this. 

Harry would see where the other stood. When he was with Dumbleduck then there would be punishment. No killing the other would be too easy. He wanted Remus to pay. Forever until death feeling his pain. A reminder how how the other had done nothing. A werewolf would have smelled the sickness off him. After all, he was for sure not healthy and that was something that the other would have realized. Then there was his height and everything showed that he had not been treated well by these pigs of relatives. 

This reminded him that he would need to see where his two best friends stood. When they had been tasked to be friends by Dumbledore then they were on the list. First, he would make sure that both Dudley and Petunia would get their fair share of pain. He made sure that Vermin would not be able to move and then waited for the two to arrive. It took around 20 minutes and he even had to mute the other out of annoyance.

"Wha-"

"Get in there and not one tone or you will regret it." His voice was cold as he could not wait to make them pay.

Petunia and Dudley would be the ones that would die painfully and Vermin would be the one ending up in prison because every evidence will point towards the other.

"You are even, freakier with your eyes glowing," Petunia growled out and he hummed, hexing her before she could even more say, making her cry out in pain.

He thought about what spell he could use, but the ones he knew were not really helpful. Leading him to decide to go instinctual.

None of the three managed to move one inch making him decide to concentrate on intent, making them have each pain that he caused him mentally and physically. Each hit, and each comment that they had used were now felt by all three. Hearing their painful groans made him cackling madly.

Bellatrix would be probably proud of how his cackling sounded. He would have wanted this to continue as long as possible but he decided that tomorrow morning would be the day that he would do the next step.

Next with a wave of his hand, he made them feel something similar to the imperious curse, yet he knew that it was not really that curse. After all, every magic he had done so far had been done without any spell said. It was instinctual. Either way, he would figure this out later. But for now, he made all three act normally, even with the pain they were in right now. It did not matter to him as they deserved this. It was their fault that he was the smallest in his age group.

There would be no fixing this and it pissed him off that he looked not like a 15-year-old but 12 year old. It was why he wanted them to suffer as long as it was possible. After all, the order of fried chicken was watching the house. Even when he used whatever this was, made him cautious. Though he was pretty sure that they could not hear or see anything that went there. But knowing his instinctual magic, Harry was pretty sure that they saw them acting normally.

Another thing that pissed him off. None of the order had done anything to help him. The only ones that he knew that helped were the twins. They at least had sent food and things that were necessary for him, but that was it. Then there was Neville and Luna. The two had been seeing him letters not like his so-called best friend who decided to choose Dumbledore over their best friend. 

As he went upstairs he was still irritated that he had not killed them, but it was necessary. They needed to pay. For that, it was pleasing to see them feel the pain that he was constantly in. Even after his body had semi-healed, Harry always felt the Phantom pain that came from the scars he held.

Entering his room made him tsk as he still was annoyed with everything. At least his companion was making his mood better. BRVR loved what he had done with his so-called family. The rest of the day he read through all of the books from the first year. As he lay awake in the bed, a wish was on his mind, wanting to have BRVR alive. He wanted to have his real friend (Not that he couldn't see the twins, Luna and Neville not his friends, but he was sure that none of them would approve of what he was doing to his family) and that was why he wished him to be alive.

The next morning came quickly and he woke up by someone's tongue licking his face and an exciting Pika sound was heard. His eyes cracked fast open and he stared with wide eyes at his companion -or the blurry shape that he could see of them.

"Wait BRVR is that you?" He couldn't help but ask and as fast as possible, put the glasses on after hearing an affirmative pika. 

"Well, that is one way to make you alive." He grinned happily as his companion lay on his lap and he petted their fur. It was so fluffy and soft and he loved the feel of it. He smiled wider now as he finally had someone that would be there for him.

Knowing his companion there was no way that he would betray him. Not after BRVR had been betrayed by others too.

"I let you kill Dudley with your thunder attack. I will make sure that it looks like Vernon has done this." He grinned wickedly and BRVR was for sure as excited. He cackled as he walked downstairs to eat something with his companion. But not without making him be invisible for anyone to see.

The three -pigs and horse- were doing their normal routine but without him forced to do anything. He ate and occasionally gave some food to his companion. Then the fun thing started making them go towards the living room, with the curtains closed.

He knew that one of the order was watching and for his luck, it was Mundungus that was drunk his ass and not even awake. He would be the next person that be killed fast without anyone realizing it, but first, he would deal with his animal family.

The Pikachu companion was instantly using the thunder attack on Dudley and he used Vermin to harm Petunia with a knife and make sure that Vernon was full of her blood, after this he used the killing curse on her and his fatass of Cousin ended up killed because of the attack. It looked as if Vermin had killed both of them.

He made his Uncle carry the fatass of cousin into the tub, filling it up and then putting in the hair drier into the water. But not without handprints of blood on the tub. After all, his bloody prints were on the ground and then in the bathroom. He made sure that the memory was changed to make it look as Vermin had done without any influence of imperio. Not that anyone would know this, after all, all magic traces were cleaned. It wouldn't do anyone good to realize that it wasn't his oh-so-loving Uncle who had done this. 

The thought of what Dumbleduck thought of his so-called asshats of the family made him scowl. That old coot would for sure be one of the people that he would kill. Not Voldyshorts. No way, this kill belonged to him and maybe he could make an alliance between the two. But for now, he would wait, as he had no idea how sane the other was. Not that he was any saner than the other, but he would need to know what the other's real plan was. No way could Harry trust the information of the old codger. 

Harry was pleased at this and gleefully that he managed to get rid of them. Of course, his Uncle would receive the electric chair for the gruesome killing of all three as he would make sure that Vernon would kill Mundungs (I can't even bother to write his name right). Harry would not even bother to call the police. The best option would wait and he would have to let Mundungs body appear somewhere. It would not do good to have Dumbleduck realize that his family died before he could act on his other plan. 

He left the place, with his things and made sure that none would see him. Harry also made sure that no magic trace of his was there. Wouldn't be good for Dumbleduck to find out that he had killed them instead of Vermin.

As he left he made sure to have evidence of abuse of his. This would be causing an outrage in the wizard world -not that he gave two fucks about that- and the muggle world would for sure as well be outraged about the treatment he had gotten. Their reaction was just too good and he would be sad to leave Hedwig but she was too known, but knowing her she would find him.

His eyes gleamed crazily and he was still not finished. The next one that would go was Marge and then the gang of Dudley. They all made his life each year a living hell and they would regret ever harming him. And that they had done after he made them pay.

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A\N I hope you did like this. Just wanted to point out that I can't write torture scenes that well, so hope it still was not too bad. I might not add all of the punishment of the gang of dudley. Some I will write and Marge for sure as well. Anywho, his catchphraze and name will be way later. With this I hope you enjoyed this longer chapter as much as I did when writing this ^~^