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It'd been a month since Harry had received the book on Satanism, and he'd attempted a couple more rituals to see if he could get them to actually work properly... Unfortunately, all his attempts ending in failure, either almost burning him alive or causing the candles to abruptly flicker out.

He had no idea what he was doing wrong, nor if it was possible to fix it. The frustrations had begun to pile up for the young boy, and his constant failures combined with the routine beatings from his Uncle and Dudley had begun to fray his usually composed demeanour.

He decided that he'd risk asking for help one last time, as a sort of hail mary. If that failed, well, he'd have to do something drastic. He waited after his maths class had finished and approached his teacher, the stern-looking woman giving him a glare as if she'd know if he was up to something.

"Miss Thomas?" he asks, staring straight back while locking eyes with her.

His apparent seriousness seemed to surprise her, so her features softened as she replied, "Yes, Potter?"

"I'm having trouble at home, my Uncle doesn't stop beating me and they force me to sleep in the Cupboard under the stairs." he goes on to show her the bruises from last night and this morning. "I have asked many people to help me, and all of them promise to help... But afterwards, they act like I never asked at all, that or they move away for one reason or another... Please, you're the last person I can turn to for this..." he asks sincerely, putting his last hopes on this woman.

The teacher looks shocked by this revelation, as they all usually do, upon hearing his story she scowls and nods, "Don't worry Harry, I'll make sure the right people hear about this... I won't let such despicable acts stand. Come with me, you're not returning to that 'family' of yours." she says, grabbing his hand and pulling him away.

She goes on to drag him to the headmistress's office and discuss what she'd discovered, the other woman looking equally shocked at Harry's state. The authorities are quickly called, but Mrs Thomas is called away by her husband for something. She leaves Harry in the care of the Headmistress as he watches her head down to her car in the driveway...

*BOOM!*

Suddenly the car explodes with her inside, killing her instantly and enveloping the vehicle in flames. The stench of her burning corpse reaching Harry from where he is. His eyes open wide at what'd just happened, taking a moment to process the situation before sprinting out of the school towards the wreckage.

"Why... Why did this happen..." he mutters, dropping to his knees near the car, the waves of heat billowing off of it burning his skin slightly.

"Oh my god! What happened!" the headmistress yells, running towards it.

"I-I don't know! Her car exploded!" he shouts, despair clear in his voice.

The woman doesn't say anything, instead getting her phone out and calling the police and firefighters. It takes an hour or two to finally stop the flames and get rid of the wreckage, but afterwards, Harry is shocked to find that school is going on without issue... As if one of their teachers hadn't just died in a grisly accident.

He heads back into the headmistresses office without knocking, and is about to ask what will happen to him now, but is interrupted.

"Do you mind? It is rude to enter without knocking youknow, Potter." she says, frowning.

...

"Miss... I visited you earlier with Miss Thomas..."

"You did no such thing! And how dare you make light of one of my teacher's deaths like that! DETENTION!"

...

Harry's voice hitches in his throat, "B-but, I..." he shakes his head and wipes his eyes, affirming in his mind that he had no other options. If people were willing to murder others to make sure he stays abused, then he'd just have to stoop to their level.

After school ends, he and Dudley are picked up by Vernon after their detentions finish, he seems to know of Harry's recent attempt to escape. Once they get home he's brutally beaten, the man breaking his arms, legs, ribs, and probably even his skull before tossing his limp body back in his Cupboard.

He didn't allow himself to pass out from the pain and exhaustion though, instead he opened the book of Satanism with his teeth and began rereading through it, a plan concocting in his mind.

Days later :

Vernon Dursley awakes with a start, his eyes wide as he tries to move his arms but simply isn't able to... Where is he? Wasn't he sleeping?

Once his vision clears he finally realises that he's in the front room of their house, tied to a chair with his son and wife in a similar situation in front of him.

"MMMMMMPH!" He tries to shout, but finds his mouth stuffed full with a rag that's tied around his head.

"Oh? You're finally awake..." a voice says from the side. Following it, Vernon realises that it belonged to the freak, the creature they'd been forced to keep in their home until now.

The boy looked worse than usual, his face was pale and lifeless, his eyes tired with large bags under them, not to mention that ever-present scar that sometimes haunted his dreams. Under his arm, he carried a black book, which Vernon could barely make out the words 'Children of Satan'... Is that blood on his arm?

Looking closer, he could now see the large bloodied bandage wrapped around his wrist... His eyes turned downwards and he realised that he and his family were currently sitting over a crimson pentagram, one at each corner of a triangle.

The freak smiles at him, "You noticed? I used more blood than was required... Wanted to make sure this works for certain." he says, walking around and lighting some stubby candles that were surrounding the pentagram.

"MMMMPPHHHH! MMPHH!!!" Vernon tries to shout, but the rag stops all attempts. He struggles to get out of his bindings, but cannot undo the ropes wrapped around him.