In the master bedroom of the Dursley house, harry potter as the mixture of a being identifies himself as slept splawed on the bed.
Harry was sweating bullets, and his expression would morph from sorrow to frowning to face full marred with anger.
Not long though his faced settled to a very fearful expression and he woke up in a start.
"ha, ha, ha…" panting harry came to his senses
"Damn, I have never had nightmares before, now I have two personalities that either are the source of many nightmare, and the other who has never had any other dream than a nightmare,"
Bring his knees together harry holds them to his chest,
As various emotions swirl through his eyes.
His hair, having grown considerably longer now almost covering his eyes.
but when you see the flash's of venom and madness that swish in and out of his eyes, you would never consider him to being stable or even sane.
"fuck my life," harry shouts in frustration.
If the transmigration was smooth he might have been happy, but now after going through the hellish experience, he was just glad that he was alive.
"don't know if I can consider being alive too, after having gone such drastic change in my personality." Harry said to himself.
"And not to forget what even happened to my soul"
"haa.."
Heaving a sigh, harry got up from the bed.
Freshening up he went to the hallway, rubbings his belly, "Iam so hungry," his stomach growled at his touch.
But when He walked out and sees the family of the Dursleys still laying flat on the ground, having lost all capacities.
He contemplated on killing them.
"killing them will bring a whole lot problems on me. That I am not comfortable with right now."
Then the smell hits him. He looks down on them and sees that all the Dursleys had lost their faculties during the torture, now covered in there own fluids and vile, he lost any and all his apatite.
A nerve protruded on his forehead in anger, adding to the already slickening headache he has.
"Hey wake up you fuck tards."
But no matter how much he screamed no one moved an inch. If not for the moving of their chest he would have thought they had died.
"man I don't want to deal with these people. I hope somebody else could do it."
"WAIT." It just hits him that he has not tried to use the most cliché thing in webnovels yet… scream for an elves.
"I the last of potter call my elves."
"…"
"By the ancient magic of the Potters, I summon a house-elf to my side."
"I, Harry Potter, call forth any house-elf loyal to my family."
"In the name of House Potter, I request the presence of a house-elf."
"Any free elf willing to serve, come forth to aid Harry Potter."
"As the last heir of the Potters, I seek the assistance of a house-elf."
"By the bond of magic, I summon a house-elf to assist me."
"Any house-elf in need of a master, come to Harry Potter."
"I call upon the house-elves to come forth and aid the last of the Potters."
"In the spirit of house-elf loyalty, I, Harry Potter, ask for your aid."
"Any house-elf bound to the Potter family, I summon you now."
"ahmm, if there is any free elves looking for a master please come to me."
"…"
…
After trying a bunch of variations were his face turned redder after each sentence and his voice softer harry gave up "… man that was embracing."
"One things for sure… I am lost on what to do."
He knows that he cant just openly go to Diagon alley much less Gringotts and say less about the ministry.
For if you think there is no guarantee that he will not be in serious danger. As not knowing how this institutions see him as.
He is not just some random kid in this universe.
He is Harry fuckin potter.
And not even considering Harry's memories that's just being a chest full of traumas, the Voldemort's memories that he got where of when he was in the orphanage and some scattered memories of his dark lord days.
Still the amount of knowledge he got about magic from those is just goes to shows the innate talent of the dark lord.
Even as an orphan with no one to guide in magic, he was able to get some control over his and also use it in so many ways.
The fire was also his creation.
The nature of said fire was that of slow burning, so that they feel all the pain as if there skin is melting and insides cooked but in reality it is all a sensation and not actual fire.
He used this on children in his orphanage as in much smaller scale to keep them under his fear.
"sick fuck…" harry shuddered a bit at the images flashing in his mind
He knew that he couldn't leave a mark so he made a flame with the intent to make them feel the burn and not actually burn.
The more harry thinks back to the magic he used as instinct the more he realizes how incredible a feat it was for the young tom to have achieved.
"I feel it was his innate talent and the raw emotions of that age which helped him push the bounds so much."
He remembers that the magic of hp though not so defined was not so easy to master.
Take that as his control or just the versatility he uses it as.
It was basic to say like fire that gives the sensation of burning but not actually burns or how he made his own version of telekinetic, well not so much as it was only pulling and pushing.
But even this is such a big feat when adult wizards struggle to even spark a flame with out there wand.
He did it without one and also non verbal, intent based magic.
"Damn… I have no idea how I am gonna deal with that phyco."
When you are destined to contest with such a foe anybody will feel stumbled.
"with how the OG harry won only through the sacrificial plan and how impractical it is. Iam for sure not wanna follow any of that."
Dumbledore's plan with all that hardships, and sheer fucking luck, that the Og Harry used was just not the option for him.
"well I am not gonna just roll over when either of the lords ask me to." Thought harry to himself
harry was not jealous or much afraid that on magic part, as he knows that his talent will not fall short in any ways, compared to tom or even the famed Dumbledore or Grindelwald.
He decided that he needs to think of the immediate action in front of him.
"First of, I need a elve, I know where to buy, but I would need magical money."
Leaving the barely legal way of exchanging in Gringotts, harry thought of some other ways he could get the magical currency.
Sifting through the memory of Voldemort, now his, he formed a plan, and then jumped to action.
"first things first I need muggle money for exchange." Harry says to himself.
Harry goes to the Vernon, he kicks the man "hey.." but Vernon doesn't respond.
"hey…" kicking him a few more times harry almost doubted him to be dead if not for his man boobs to rise and fall, showing he is still clinging to his life.
Harry walks to the kitchen counter, then fills up a glass of water.
Coming back to the heap, he pours it all on him.
Only for him to release some groans and bubbles.
"wtf happened to this fucker, he just burned for like what 20 min."
Giving up on him harry decides his better bet would be to search the house him self.
The first place he goes to search is the master bedroom where he slept last night.
Opening the closet he rummaged around but found nothing.
Disappointed he searched beneath the mattress, struggling he lifted with all the might he had, still nothing.
He went up to Petunias dressing table, he emptied all the drawers there.
there he found some change of coins.
"wtf, are the Dursleys broke…"
Harry contemplated, after all it was a time period that was rough in many ways.
Still Harry continued to search every place he could think of.
Finding nothing, he came to the living room and laid flat of the single seat, he looked at the fat pile of Dursley laying there, the stink had reached almost the whole house now.
First of his week body, an not having anything to eat, harry had been drained trying to find the money.
"ahhh…" harry was getting very angry now.
He got up and took the steel rods near the fire place and walked up to the Dursleys, just when he raised his arms, he stopped looking at Dudley's face, and then his fancy cloths, his brand new toy laying beside him, and then his pocket filled for sure with his favorite chocolate.
"…no, that would be irresponsible," harry thought.
Still taking a chance harry walked up the stairs to Dudley's room.
After rummaging through, he found a hidden place in a very decrypt place.
Behind heavy furniture that Dudley who wouldn't even lift a sock of the ground would never find.
Inside there he found a case, that was very secretly hidden
Taking out he opened it to find it to be filled with cash.
"this for sure is not legal," harry thought with a strong smile slitting his face.
He would have almost looked cute if not for the intense greed uncommon in children was not overflowing in his eyes.
"if only they loved me half no 10% of what they do to Dudley." A sad expression falls over harry.
He shakes his head to remove any influence of such kind.
And then gets up after piking up a pile that he found adequate.