7th August,1996[A/N: Three Days Later]
The last three days had been grueling for Harry. Every morning, he woke at 5 AM and worked out until 9, followed by breakfast and a two-hour break. After that, he practiced wandless magic for three hours before lunch.
Post-lunch, he tackled his summer assignments—determined not to hear Snape's usual snide remarks about incomplete work. The absence of the Dursleys had its perks: Harry could focus on his potions practice without interruptions, steadily raising his skill level.
Currently, it was 2 PM as Harry had just finished his wandless casting practice. It would be another hour before the Dursleys arrived, but he was not worried since he had already asked Dobby to prepare a complete meal for them.
After finishing his lunch, Harry sat down on the couch in the living room.
After lunch, Harry sank into the living room couch and called up his status in his mind.
-Status-
-Name: Harry Potter-
-Stats (Free Stat Points:0)-
--Body: 4--
--Magic: 8--
--Mind: 6--
----Occlumency(Novice): 0----
----Legilimency(Novice): 0----
----Obliviate(Novice): 0----
-Skills (Free Skill Points:0; Free Experience Points:0)-
--Transfiguration(Novice): 7--
--Charms(Novice): 7--
--Defense Against the Dark Arts(Novice): 9--
--Healing(Novice): 0--
--Divination(Novice): 0--
--Astronomy(Novice): 6--
--Alchemy(Novice): 0--
--Potions(Novice): 7--
--Herbology(Novice): 7--
--Magizoology (Care of Magical Creatures)(Novice): 0--
--Runes(Novice): 0--
--Arithmancy(Novice): 0--
--Flying[Broom](Expert): 10--
--Wandlore(Novice): 3--
--Illusion Magic(Novice): 0--
--Appartion(Novice): 0--
--Wandless Magic(Novice): 2--
--Parseltongue(Journeyman): 10--
--Dark Arts(Novice): 3--
--Elemental Magic: --
----Fire: 2%----
----Water: 1%----
----Earth: 0%----
----Wind: 1%----
----Lightning: 0%----
'All my core subjects are as high as they could be for a second year', Harry thought. ' If I took my exams now, I'd get straight O's. Once I get my book list, I'll have to study hard before Hogwarts—that way, I can explore more obscure branches of magic in the library. '
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. The Dursleys had arrived. Harry quickly stood and went to open the door.
Standing on the threshold was Marge. Like Uncle Vernon, she was large and beefy, with a purple face—and even a mustache, though not quite as bushy. Harry's memory of her was sharp: a narrow-minded woman who made the Dursleys seem saintly by comparison. A vicious brute who enjoyed tormenting Harry as a child. His anger flared briefly, but he forced himself to stay calm. This wasn't the time.
"Come on boy, get all the luggage inside the house" he heard Uncle Vernon shout.
Harry narrowed his eyes but obeyed, inwardly seething, 'I will have my revenge'.
After bringing in the luggage, Harry went to the living room where the Dursleys and Marge were seated. Marge's attention immediately shifted to him.
"So!" she barked. "Still here, are you?"
"Obviously," replied Harry in his best Snape impression.
"Don't you that tone with me you ungrateful wretch", she said with a guttural sound " It was out the goodness of his heart that my brother took you in after your useless drunk father and bitch of a mother, got themselves killed, good riddance I say."
The glass that Marge was holding exploded, sending shards of glass everywhere making Marge scared.
"Marge!" squealed Aunt Petunia. "Marge, are you all, right?"
"Not to worry," grunted Marge, mopping her face with her napkin. "Must have squeezed it too hard."
"Don't blame yourself over how the boy turned out, Vernon. You see it's all in the blood, no offense to your family Petunia but every family has an outcast like your sister. You can't expect a whore to give birth to a good boy". Marge continued.
Everyone, except Marge who was oblivious, in the room suddenly felt a chill running down their spines. They turned to look towards Harry and what they saw would haunt them for all their life. Harry looked very calm but anyone who could see his eyes would realize just how wrong that assumption is.
Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were looking extremely tense. Dudley was shuddering in his seat, scared out of his mind.
"Marge, let's talk about something else," pleaded Uncle Vernon, with half a glance at Harry.
"You are too good of a person Vernon, but someone has to put this boy in his place," said Marge, "A no-account, good-for-nothing, lazy scrounger who —"
Suddenly Marge was banished towards the wall. Before anyone could even react, Harry stood over Marge with fury etched in his eyes. Using his anger to guide his magic he entered her mind causing a lot of damage to her mind, as he tore it with magic.
'This is perfect. I have had my revenge and no one will even blame me for it, as any damage to the mind would be considered an accident due to the carelessness of the obliviation squad of the Ministry of Magic, making it the perfect crime.' Harry thought satisfied.
Then he turned Marge into a balloon to draw the Ministry's attention and bolted out of the house before any of the Dursleys could even react.
"Dobby bring my trunk and Hedwig to me" Harry called out. A second later all his stuff was in front of him.
After freeing Hedwig and lifting his trunk, he walked away from No.4.