Harry Gets Yingified (HP AU)

[Uncle Grimgourd]

Within the English country side we approach a perfectly normal community of houses. So normal in fact, that every house looks exactly the same. Same shape, same paint, same grass height, same plants. We will be viewing a very specific house in this neighborhood, "Number 4 Privet Drive" A house so immaculately clean, you would think the people living there were deranged.

"BOY GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE AND MAKE BREAKFAST!!!" came a loud bellow. "Yes uncle Vernon!" Came a squeak in response. Within moments a tiny door attached to the wall of the houses only staircase groaned open A tiny figure stumbled out, barely bigger than an 8 year old. Black hair sat atop his tiny head like a mop that got left out in the sun, massive circular glasses perched on a tiny button nose, barely hiding deep emerald green eyes.

With as much effort that he could give with his pencil thin legs, he rushed to the kitchen to start making food for the people that lived there. Sitting at the sturdy wooden table in the kitchen reading a newspaper, appeared to be a walrus. For how else could you describe a man so huge that his ads rack swallows the chair he was sitting on. Blond haired, blue eyed with a mustache so thick you could brush the floors with it, the man let out another thunderous roar "HURRY UP AND FINISH THE FOOD FREAK!!!", pushing the boy to finish cooking. "And don't forget to wash go weed the garden when you are done!" Came another, much thriller voice.

"Yes Aunt Petunia" squeaked the boy, preparing three mountainous sized plates. Unfortunately none of them were for him. Moments later, thunderous booms were heard racing down to the kitchen from the second floor. "You better be ready freak, later we are going hunting!" Yelled a voice that came with thundering steps, A baby seal like boy leapt onto the spare seat, looking almost identical to his father.

'Oh no, not again. This is the third time this week" thought the child, having dealt with near constant cracked bones and bruises all over his tiny body. With reluctance, the boy finishes plating and flees to the garden. A tiny little plot of grass in the backyard, where he toils away at the plants. Roses, lilies and petunias are growing bright, save for the small patch of garlic growing by itself in a corner of the yard.

Hours pass and the boy is drenched in sweat, 10 years old and he has calluses like a man in his 40s. 'God its hot' thinks the boy, sweating buckets in the summer heat. With a tired sway the boy returns to the house to grab a bucket of water, "What do you think you are doing?" Questions Aunt Petunia in her shrill voice. Blocking his view of the sink, A rail thin women with hair limp as noodles and a neck long enough to make one think of a giraffe, stops him from quenching his thirst. "Just getting some water Aunt petunia", says the child as he pants in exhaustion. " Oh no you don't! You will be going to pplay with dudley! Go drink from the hose then leave" Petunia states with a scowl, forcing the boy back into the heat.

After the child finds the outdoor hose he takes a few gulps of water, only to hear his cousin yell out nearby "GET THE FREAK". He and his two friends, one a bean pole of a boy, the other a rat faced kid chase after harry as he runs away. "Not again, not again not again!" he panics. Attempting to escape them, leading them through open shops and piss covered alleyways. Shortly thereafter he runs into a dead end. 'NO NOT NOW!' He thinks, stumbling back and forth looking for a hiding spot "I heard something over here!" One of the pursuing kids yells from close by. With a moments notice, the boy finds a dumpster to hide in nearby, 'Yuck it stinks in here' he complains intrrnally.

With seconds to spare he closes the lid, scurrying shoes heard mere seconds later. "Where did he go?" One of the boys questions. "No idea, lets check the bakery, the freak likes going there a lot" says Dudley, sweating bullets from the chase. This leads the boys away, allowing the boy to climb out of the dumpster "oh great I smell horrible!" The boy complains.

Soon the boy walks back to the house, smelling of rotten garbage and scorching heat. Opening the back door he hears pig like squealing from the living room, "the freak didn't play with me! Me and my friend could not find him!" Cried dudley, letting out fake tears with a red face. *Clankkk* the boy knocked over a broom from near the door as he was walking in, "BOY GET YOUR WORTHLESS ASS OVER HERE NOW!!!" Screamed the mountain of blubber, "I am going to show you not to make my dudders cry!" He hollered. Snatching up the boy by his oversized shirt.

With a heavy flourish the man grabs his belt from his pants and with a back swing lashes the boy with it. One, two, three, fifteen, thirty three, fifty lashes later he gives up, huffing with a red face as he wears himself out. "Back in your cupboard boy! No food for a week!" He states, too winded to yell. He then drags the bloody lumps of shredded s clothing to the stair and chucks it into the space under the steps. Closing and locking it as he heads upstairs.

Several hours later the boy awakens, 'it hurts so much! Why can't they love me!' He cries, his bleeding having slowed throughout the evening. After fitfully trying to sleep despite his pain, the boy soon starts to feel something different. More than just the pain from his back. An all consuming heat begins to overtake his senses. 'GAHH IT BURNS!' He thinks, doing turning tomato red as his blood starts to boil.

With the feeling of fire running through his body, the tiny child passes out. Thus at midnight on a day in June, the child begins to change into something different. Something not a single person is capable of handling.

 

[Uncle Grimgourd]

I am trying to go for a mostly serious story with crackish undertones. This is mostly centered around what he turns into and how he interacts with the world after his transformation. Good for you if you somehow figure out what he is going to end up as.