Comeuppance?

The Dursley Residence.

"BOY!" shouts Vernon as he rapidly flips over a letter in his hands, normally he wouldn't be bothered by mail but this is different...It's covered in many different stamps, some not even being recognisable to Vernon, the other thing is who it's addressed to, "Harry Potter".

Harry briskly walks down the stairs and sees his purple faced uncle, he filches slightly in anticipation of the beating he'd usually receive... He opens one eye and remembers that the Dursley's hadn't touched him since Sirius had gotten out of prison, having a mass murderer for a godfather seems to have a few Pro's, so he should be fine, right? Unfortunately it seems something is different, Vernon slaps him on the side of his head before grabbing a fist full of hair. "What is the meaning of this boy? If you're expecting me to have freaks in my house you can forget it !"

Harry groans at having his hair tugged by his uncle as he rapidly tries to calm the situation, "Sorry Uncle, I didn't know I would be receiving letters!" he says, inwardly confused at why he'd gotten a letter via the muggle route instead of from an owl.

Vernon growls and palms harry in the chest with the letter, the teen grabs it with both hands and backs away from the impact.

Vernon "Well? Open it." he commands him.

Harry nods and opens it, revealing who it's from... "It's an invitation from the Weasleys to the Quidditch world cup?" he unintentionally says out loud to his Uncle who's only growing angrier.

Vernon "You tell those freaks that you'll not be going anywhere! Pet told me that your work on the garden has gotten sloppy, bin that rubbish and go do it. Or Else." he says as he hobbles into the kitchen.

Harry can barely hold his anger back, he follows after his Uncle, "Wait, Uncle, think about it. I'll be out of your hair if I accept."

He turns and growls, "I'll not have you enjoying yourself, if I can't beat the magic out of you, I'll beat god int you!" he scowls.

Harry pleads, "Please Uncle, if I don't accept they'll come around and see what's wrong... You don't want the neighbours to see them do you?"

The fat man stops, would those freaks really come here just for this brat? He thinks back to the numerous cases of "Accidental Magic" the boy had caused and he shivers, if he's capable of that as a child, what would adult freaks be able to do? That giant freak seem as dull as a brick but still cursed his son.

Harry continues to try and persuade Vernon until he eventually gives in, "Fine, but mark my words boy, if those freaks cause any trouble it'll be you who gets punished!" he says to Harry who's trying to stifle his smile as he runs upstairs to pen a letter to Mr Weasley.

The next day the Dursley's are manically trying to get everything looking pristine in preparation for the Weasley's arrival, why they are dressing up for supposed "Freaks"? Harry muses it's because they want to seem superior for some reason or another, this'll likely offend the Weasley's due to their poor financial situation. Ten minutes after they were suppose to arrive everyone is sitting in the living room, waiting... Vernon scowls at Harry and says, "Freaks or not, I'd have thought they'd be on time... Especially with their Witchcraft and Dark Magic."

Dudley sits there dressed up to his gills, wearing so many jumpers that his sweat marks are quickly becoming visible through them.

Harry scrunches his nose up at them, if this was what normal people acted like then maybe it wouldn't be so bad to wipe them out? He shakes those wayward thoughts away as a large *BANG* is heard... The group looks around to find what the noise was but nothing seems out of place, *BANG!" it happens again, only louder this time.

"AHHHHHH!" a voice shouts from behind the Dursley's electric fireplace, Vernon looks dangerously at Harry, as if he's about to punch him.

"Fred I think we've bungled this one..." "Really? Why'd you say that dear brother?" "Well, with you sitting on me I think it's a given..." "No, this feels quite normal for me."

An elder voice speaks over them, "Enough you two! I think something must have gone wrong."

Harry recognises the voices and approaches the fireplace, "Hello? It's me, Harry!" he says while tapping on the wall.

"Harry mate! Do something, we're all stuck in here." a voice sounding like Ron exclaims.

The twins add, "It's cold" "And dark", "Is that a spider?"/"Is that a spider" they say simultaneously as Harry hears Ron slam against the wall in an attempt to escape the "Spider", Harry realises it's a prank by the howling laughter from the twins.

The elder man Harry assumes to be Arthur Weasley tries to stop them, "Boys, stop playing around. Harry, what's happening on you're side?"

Harry "It looks like you've floo'd into the boarded up fireplace..." he turns around and sees a purple faced Vernon, "I'd appreciate if you didn't damage the electric Fireplace." he says worried that he'd be punished for the damages that are about to be caused.

From behind the wall he can hear Mr Weasley let out an excited squeak, "Eclectic? Marvelous! Back away Harry, I'll sort this all out." he says causing Harry to quickly back away... Unfortunately for the Dursley's they hadn't heard the warning and stood stock still as Mr Weasley blasted the wall apart, the "eclectic" fireplace being thrown into Vernon's chest, causing him to fall to the ground in a painful heap.

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Arthur "Oh my! I am terribly sorry for this... Err, Harry? Have you got your trunk ready?"

Harry can bearly hold his grin back as he looks at his downed Uncle, he nods to Arthur, "It's upstairs." , well, off you go, we shouldn't.. Dawdle." he says as he looks at the terrified Dudley, crying Petunia and white looking Vernon.