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Darkness.

Where am I? What happened? I remember walking into the veil of death at the Department of Mysteries but then there was darkness. This is different from the other times I've reincarnated. Usually, I'm just brought to Death in Kings Cross station, like when I got rid of Voldemorts Horcrux. But, this is different.

After what felt like an eternity of waiting I was graced with the ability to see...something. Or someone. I'm not sure because they just appeared from nothing, and I don't know if they even know that I'm here. They were facing away from me, looking at the ever-expanding nothingness that stretches on forever. All of a sudden a message appeared in front of this person on a screen-like thing, and this person seemed to be greatly contemplating on it. Before this person could come to some conclusion I decided to make my presence known and spoke to this person.

Me: "Excuse me? Hello, hi. There is someone else here."

The person seemed surprised to hear another person in this void with them. They actually jumped and spun around in a stance that spoke of this person's immense knowledge of martial arts. When they spun around I could see that it was a man. He was fairly tall with purple eyes. He looked like he came from one of the Asian countries if I had to guess I would say that he came from South Korea. He wore a black trench coat, a black undershirt with the top two buttons undone, dress pants on, and combat boots on. They all looked designer and very, very expensive but very durable. At least by muggle standards. He spoke to me with a tone of complete confusion, heavy confusion, and a healthy dose of caution.

???: "Who are you?! How did you get here?!"

Me: "Hey, names Harry. Harry Potter. And you, my friend?"

???: "My name is Sung Jin-Woo. Now, answer my question. How did you get here?"

Me: "Well, to make a long story very short, I walked through this thing called the veil of death and wound up here. I expected that I would go to the afterlife, but this doesn't seem like it." (After taking a minute to study Jin-Woo and seeing that he was startled slightly about me walking into the veil of death) "Ah, let me guess...You died as well, correct?"

Jin-Woo: "I guess so..." (After he took a minute to look back at the screen) "Yes, it would appear that I did die."

Me: "Is that what the screen says?"

Jin-Woo: "Wait, you can see it too? How is that possible? Nobody else should be able to see it."

Not being able to answer Jin-Woo's question I just shrug my shoulder in an "I don't know fashion" and we just stare at each other for a minute or two. After the awkward silence, there is suddenly a booming voice in the void. But this voice I know all too well. It was the voice of Death.

Death: "I can answer that for you Jin-Woo. And hello Master Harry, it's been quite some time hasn't it?"

We both look over and see the personification of Death. They were androgynes, meaning they had no solid gender to discern them with. They were draped in a dark cloak, the same color as the cloak of a Dementor, bloody fucking demons. The area got colder, colder than a Dementor could ever hope to make it. Under the hood of the cloak was a bone-white skull with no skin and no defining features. In his right hand was a scythe made of Great Fire Drake bone with a blade made from Mythril.

Me: "Hello Death. Yes, it's been quite a bit of time."

Jin-Woo: "Master? Death? What's going on here!?"

Death: "You see Jin-Woo, Harry over there is the master of Death, Me, meaning he can never truly die and will be repeatedly brought back to life, usually in a different universe or dimension. You, Jin-Woo, are here for a very special reason, but first apologies master for the different location and for the long wait."

Me: "It's fine Death, I know you are a busy deity."

Jin-Woo: "A special reason? Why am I here?"

Death: "Jin-Woo, you are here because your time is up. You have fulfilled your job and defeated the other monarchs. You have brought peace to your dimension. However, you technically aren't supposed to die even though you were stabbed through the heart. But, I can't let you go back because of the choice you were about to make, I can't allow you to reset your world and get rid of the magic that inhabits the planet."

Jin-Woo: "WHAT?! No, you can't do that! I have to go back!"

Death: "Unfortunately, you do not have a choice. You are already dead and in my domain. You are powerless here."

Now, you might be wondering why I haven't said anything to try and help Jin-Woo. Well, let me tell you a secret...I don't care. After living three whole lifetimes, you learn to shut off your emotions when you need to. Besides, Death already said he was dead. It's best if he were to just go with him honestly, it would make things easier for all of us. After a couple more minutes of Jin-Woo trying to defy Death itself and fight, I REPEAT FIGHT, him and losing spectacularly death holds the soul and power of Sung Jin-Woo in his hands. He pulled the soul separating the power from the soul and ate the soul, sending him to the afterlife

Death: "Well master seems we are in the void together once more. Before we can continue with your reincarnation, there are some others who wish to speak to you. And I saw it fit to allow them to speak to you here where they can not influence or hurt you."

Me: "OK? Who wants to meet with me?"

Death: "There are actually four of them, but I'm only allowing one of them to see you at a time, so they can not confuse and trick you. The first one I'm going to let speak to you will be Tzeentch, one of the Chaos Gods. He is the Chaos God of knowledge, change, wisdom, sorcery, and conspiracy."

After Death spoke there was a ripple next to them and out came this...thing. It had the body of a man but its head...it was growing tentacles out of its head and it had no eyes in its head. It had four arms and each arm had one hand with three fingers on it. The stomach was open and empty with teeth on it, forming a second mouth. Above the mouth stomach, there was a singular eye. The tentacles leading up to its head also had teeth lining them, with holes in the tentacles sprouting from its head. Instead of standing next to Death, it is just floating there. Around its waist was a loin cloth type of clothing, it was purple and gold and it looked like the most comfortable and soft fabric in the universe. On the cloth, there was the symbol of what looked like a wiggly crescent moon with a circle-like planet intersecting it. ( Tzeentch )

Tzeentch: "Greeting's child."

When he spoke it was like hearing thousands of voices talking over one another. The voice held wisdom and knowledge that I could only dream of one day acquiring after millions of years of existing. While his voice was knowledgeable and wise it was also mischievous. 

Me: "Greeting's sir."

Tzeentch: "Please child, if you are the master of death then you are the master of all, even the Chaos Gods. So you have no need to call me sir, but I feel the need to call you master."

Me: "That won't be necessary. I tried to tell that to Death, but they wouldn't listen. So I don't expect you to either."

Tzeentch (Giving what I can only assume is a cheeky grin due to his tone changing): "You would be correct master."

Death (also grinning based on his tone): "I tried telling you all those years ago that the Gods would feel inclined to call you master, Master."

Me (exasperated): "Yes, yes. I get it. So, Tzeentch, why are you here."

Tzeentch (getting serious): "Yes master. You see, with me being a Chaos God I have been able to see you on all of your adventures, and seeing you change things in those universes has definitely caught my attention. And seeing as I am the Chaos God of change, I would like to make you my official master. Now, of course, you have questions and I shall answer them for you."

Me (surprised because a Chaos God actually wants to willingly serve me): "Ok, then. So first question, what powers would I get from you after I become your master? Second question, how long have you been watching me?"

Tzeentch: "I have been watching you since you were first reincarnated. I have been watching you since you went to the universe of Berserk. I must admit that your first life was quite boring. You didn't really do anything of importance, except for maybe killing Voldemort but that was the destiny that was placed on you and you didn't really change what was supposed to happen. As for the powers you will aquire from becoming my master is the ability to change into what ever animal you wish, wheather it be magical or mundane or something that shouldn't exist in the physical plane. You will be able to spreed rumors faster than anyone else. You will gain the ability to determine if someone is lying or not just from them speaking to you."

Me: "Those powers do seem to be good, but are there any down sides to becoming your master?"

Tzeentch: "No. The only other thing that you would gain would be the ability to understand and grasp concepts much faster then you were before. It can make whatever schooling you do quite boring and repetitive."

Nodding my head along and grasping that I'll get even stronger than I was before. I couldn't see a downside to accepting being his master, I mean I get the power to shapeshift into any creture I want and i get to be smarter and I can catch people in lies. I don't see how there is a down side to this. I nod to Tzeentch

Me: "I agree to be your master Tzeentch. Is there any way to finalize the deal?"

Tzeentch: "Good. There isn't anything we have to do to finalize it. You will get a mark from me somewhere on your body. It will be of my symbol."

When he finished speaking there was a tingling sensation over the left side of my face. After the tingling died down there was a mirror in front of my face showing the new mark. ( Tzeentch mark )

Tzeentch: "That is all from me for now. If there is anything you need from me, my master then all you need to do is call out my name."

Death: "Farewell Tzeentch."

Me: "See you around Tzeentch."

After we finished speaking Tzeentch left just as he arrived with a ripple and then nothing. I then turned to Death and waited for him to introduce the next person that I was meant to meet.

Death: "The next person that you are going to meet is going to be Nurgle. The Chaos God of disease, death, and decay."

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After Death called for Nurgle, who sounded lovely (note the sarcasm) this putrid smell permeated the void. It was the most foul-smelling thing I have ever experienced in all of my previous lives combined. Imagine the worst thing you have ever smelt, then multiply that by ten million times.

Next to Death, there was a swilling of green...smoke? Mist...? Spores? I don't know but it didn't look friendly whatever it was. After the smoke cleared there was this...thing. It was ugly. Like, really ugly. It was obese, like morbidly obese. It was so obese that it looked like the stomach actually exploded outwards with maggots filling the hole. That was the first thing that I noticed, the second was the green skin. The green skin reminded me of how stereotypical zombies were supposed to look with the dead and decaying skin. speaking of dead and decaying skin, his flesh was actively decaying. There were holes all over his skin, showing the bone, fat, and muscle under the flesh. His mouth was wide and also decaying, his teeth were prominently on display even with his mouth closed. It looked like it was constantly stretched into a wide smile. On top of his head were two horns that spread out instead of up, looking like tree branches that were growing from his head. ( Nurgle )

Nurgle: "Greetings, my child."

Me: "Hello Nurgle."

Death: "Hello Nurgle. Oh and Harry before I forget, Nurgle is known as the grandfather of plagues. He sees most of his creations as his children or grandchildren."

Me: "Does that mean I can convince him to not call me master? Because I would love that.”

Nurgle: "Yes, if you so wish it then I will call you my child. And you would be correct in assuming that I would like to become another one of your servants.”

Me: "Alright. So before we make it official what are the powers that I will be receiving from you and what downsides will come with it."

Nurgle: "The powers that you will receive from me will be the ability to produce any disease from your body, even ones that shouldn't exist in your dimension. You will also become immune to any potions or venoms that would do you harm. I will also give you the ability to summon any Nurglite and Nurglig that you wish. In these summons, you may also call upon me if you so wish. These summons don't have to be purely for combat, they can be for companionship, pets, talking, and to seek guidance if you want to make things more interesting. As for the downside, the only thing that I can see being a problem would be that the things that would have once disgusted you are now seen as beautiful. For example, dead bodies and decaying bodies will look beautiful to you. But, I don't really see how that would be a problem."

Me: "Those do sound like amazing powers. Especially being able to call upon you and others sounds really useful. And being immune to poisons and venoms...does that include the potions of my world?"

Nurgle: "Yes, it covers all types of poisons and venoms, including potions that would harm you or allow someone to control and harm you."

Me: "Perfect. I will become your master and in doing so I'm guessing that I will receive a mark for you somewhere on my body?"

Nurgle: "That would be correct my child. You will receive my mark somewhere on your body, as you did with Tzeentch."

I just nod my head and wait for the tingling sensation that I felt with Tzeentch. After a second of waiting the tingling appeared on my back. I took the shirt I had on off and looked into the mirror that appeared behind me. Looking back into the mirror and seeing his mark appear, it looked like it would be the sign for radioactive material but instead of it being just lines the circles looked like Nurgle-infected heads clumped together. Multiple grotesque eyes and gnarly teeth were sticking out of the heads, inbetween each head there was a tentacle reaching out, looking like it wanted to separate the heads. (Nurgles symbol)

When I looked back to Nurgle he was already gone and the only one standing in front of me was Death. Death was staring at me ready to introduce the next visitor who wanted to speak to me.

Death: "The next one who wants to meet you is Slaanesh, the Chaos Goddess of pleasure, excess, depravity, and perfection. They have multiple titles, two of them being 'Prince of Pleasure' and 'She Who Thirsts'. I know contradictory but Slaanesh favors the female form so they go by she."

Next to Death, there was a sudden rip in the fabric of the void. Coming from the portal were loud moans and screams of pleasure. Out of the portal came one of the most breathtaking women I had ever seen in any of my lives, and I'd seen multiple succubi and Vela. She had the perfect hourglass figure and all the right curves in all the right places. Her left arm was perfectly normal while her left arm was like a claw and pincer at the same time. Her legs were what looked like demonic hoofs from some creature. She had a tail sporting from above her ass, the part that was near her body looked more like a crocodile's tail while the end furthest from her was more of a tentacle or a salamander's tail. On her head, she had four long black horns, and they looked like they were from a ram. Her skin was pale, deathly so, but It was still so beautiful. (Slaanesh) When she spoke it was with the most sensual and enticing voice you could imagine, it was so welcoming that I almost wanted to just hug her, but I was able to stop myself.

Slaanesh: "Hey Harry~ Oh, I've wanted to meet and talk with you for, oh so long~."

Me (trying to give her a calm smile): "Hello Slaanesh. Now I'm going to assume, based on your entrance and with the last two guests, that you also wish to become my servant?"

Slaanesh (giggling): "That would be correct cuite~ I wish to serve you for any future adventures that you'll undoubtedly have."

Me: "Is there a way I can get you to not call me master if I accept?"

Slaanesh: "Of course~ I'll just have to call you baby, darling, or love. Maybe master once we get in the sheets, hmm~?"

Me (chuckling at her antics with an almost inconceivable blush): "I guess I'll take it. But if I'm going to be taking you as my servant I need to know what powers I will be getting and if there are going to be any drawbacks from becoming your master."

Slaanesh: "Well~ Lucky for you then that I'd be happy to give you all the information that you wish. The powers that I'll be giving you are that you'll be able to change your appearance to whatever you wish, whenever you wish. Another one of the powers is going to allow you to augment the amount of pleasure someone feels. This means you can overload their pleasure receptors to the point that their mind breaks or you can make someone not feel any pleasure from anything. Another power that I'll give you is the ability to summon me whenever and wherever you wish. And I mean anywhere you wish for me. The only downside would be that you'll lust will be increased tenfold. But~ who doesn't love a little more lust in their life?"

Me: "I see. That doesn't sound too bad and that downside isn't really a downside considering what it could be. Alright Slaanesh, I'll become your master."

Slaanesh: Ohhhh~ YAY!! Alright, there is only one thing to do to seal the deal. You must give me a kiss." (Tapping on her lips) "Right here~"

Seeing as this is the first time I've had to do something to seal the deal with a new servant and that this is Slaanesh asking for it I comply and walk over to her and grab her by her hips and pull her closer to me. Once getting her closer I place a long kiss on her lips. I was going to keep it a simple chaste kiss but seeing as it is Slaanesh she had more lustful plans. When I was going to pull away from the kiss she slipped her arms around my neck and pulled me in closer and deepened the kiss. And that isn't just a saying, she actually deepened it with her inhumanly long tongue invading my mouth. Her tongue was long and slippery, and I'm not going to lie...I liked it. I liked it quite a lot.

Slaanesh (Giving a light grin as she licked her lips and pulling her tongue back into her mouth): "You taste absolutely delicious, darling~"

When Slaanesh finally did pull back I was left standing there speechless with a brilliant blush on my face. Slaanesh just giggles at me and does a cute little finger wave and leaves just the way she arrived, with a rip in the void and with an extra sway to her hips, shaking her amazing ass. After shaking my head and coming back to reality there was the telltale sensation of a new mark on my body, right above my groin. When the tingling stopped I could see that the mark was purple. The design was like this, a circle at the bottom, a line connecting the circle to the back of a crescent moon, and halfway up that line there was a crescent moon-like shape curved towards the circle. Inside of the circle, there was a head with the ears of an elf and a mouth that was split open showing rows of sharp teeth and a long tongue. (Symbol of Slaanesh)

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After the symbol of Slaanesh fished forming, I once again looked to death waiting for the final guest who wanted to see me. And based on the last three guests being Chaos Gods I'm going to assume that this next one will be a Chaos God as well, which is confirmed when Death spoke.

Death: "The fourth and final being that wants to see you is Khorne. Khorne is the God of blood, war, murder, bloodshed, honor, and mercy."

When Death mentioned that he was a god of war made me cringe. And I cringed hard because it reminded me of the multiple lives I've taken, the wars I've fought, and the blood that I spilled in my three lives.

After my cringe fest and reminiscing, there was a bubbling sound filling the void. Next to Death, there was a spot on the floor that was bubbling like it was boiling the void itself. Coming from the boiling bubble came a large hand, larger than any I've seen. It was covered in a red metal of unknown material to me. It looked to be covered in blood and entrails, from what? No clue. Probably some demon or the other. He placed his hand on the floor of the void and pushed. A second hand came out as well and helped push down. After a second or two, there was more coming out of the puddle, the first thing to come out was the head. The head was also covered in armor, but it had spikes all over it. There were two horns attached to the armor, and they looked gnarly. The face that was in the armor was red and bare, like there wasn't skin on it and was only muscle. After another second there was more coming out. The next thing shown was the massive shoulders also covered in armor and spikes. It was also layered like it was plated and red, blood red, and covered in entrails. He was so big that that was the only thing that could fit into the void. (Khorne)

Khorne: "Greeting's child. I'll cut to the chase because I'm a little busy right now. I'm currently fighting a war with the army of men. I'm going to become your servant. I want this because you have spilled much blood and spread war across many dimensions. And you are the master of Death, making you the master of all."

Me: "OK. That's fast. Powers, name them. Drawbacks too."

Khorne: "You will get much more physical power. You will become much, much stronger. Add that to your already great physical strength from rituals and quirks, you'll be the strongest person in the universe that you reside in. Another power that you will receive will be the ability to control blood as if it were another part of your body. A third power that you'll get is the ability to force people to go into a blood-lusted frenzy. Another power will be the ability to enter a person's mind and fight them mentally. Seeing as you were a master Olcumens and Legemens throughout your lives, I think this ability will come in quite handy. The drawback that you will receive is that your bloodlust will increase quite a bit. And when you kill an enemy you will feel the need to yell out BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!"

Me: "OK acceptable. Any price I need to know about?"

Khorne: "Well... If you give me a sacrifice now then I can give you even more power. Say... an arm and I can increase your magical power to that of Dumbledore, Voldemort, and Merlin combined."

Me (Immediately after he finished speaking): "Deal. Take my left."

After I finished speaking my arm just disappeared. No pain or bloodshed, just gone. I agreed to this because with Slaaneshes gift I can change anything about myself, my thought process is that if I give him my arm then I can just regrow it and replace it with something stronger and better. I was right. After giving him my arm I was able to regrow it. It was better than the last one, mainly due to the fact I could imbue it with straight from different creatures. I imbued it with the strength of a giant and the durability of a dragon. That was all I did for now.

After regrowing my arm there was a stinging sensation, different from the tingling sensation caused by the other three, on my chest, right over where my heart was. When the stinging died down there was the mark of Khorne, it was red. The same color as Khornes armor, deep blood red. The design was a thick bar on the bottom connected to an 'X'  on top of it and halfway through the 'X' there was a line going through it horizontally. Throughout the design, there were skulls filling it. There was also a head in the middle of the bottom bar and it was the head of Khorne himself. (Khorne)

After Khorne's mark finished forming he pulled himself back into the puddle and disappeared. There was no goodbye, nothing. He just left, which was rude. But now it was just me and Death in the void once more. I was going to ask him which world I was going to be sent to this time, but I saw that Sung Jin-Woo's power was still here in the void. And so I began my next conversation with Death.

Me: "Hey Death? One question before we travel to the next world."

Death: "Oh? Of course master. What question do you have for me?"

Me: "Jin-woo's power, what's going to happen to it? I mean, it's in the void and the only people that get here are us and the things you invite for meetings."

Death: "Ah, Jin-woo's power. Hmm, I don't know. I'll most likely just destroy it seeing as it would be stuck here."

Me: "I see" After a second of silence I continue. "Can I have it? The power I mean."

Death: "...Sure."

Me: "Really?"

Death: "Yeah, I don't see why you couldn't have it."

Me: "Cool. What powers are they anyway."

Death: "Resurrection of the things and people you kill as shadows. They are like a personal army that you can summon whenever you have the mana for it. They are unkillable unless you run out of mana, which isn't a problem considering the power boost Khorne just gave you. there are some other powers as well, but those are the main ones you'll have."

Me: "That... sounds badass really."

Death: "I know right? But yeah, you can have the power."

I had walked up to the ball of power after Death finished speaking and grabbed it. I didn't know what to do so I just grabbed it with both hands and started to crush it. After it finally broke apart the power swirling inside sunk into my skin and disappeared. My shadow seemed to grow slightly, but besides that nothing else. then almost immediately after, a couple of years' worth of knowledge entered my head with all the powers I had gained and the shadow soldiers that had been added to my army. After the information dum ended there was only one thing left to do...figure out where to go next.

Me: "So Death... Where am I going to this time?

Death: "Well master, I was thinking of sending you back to your original universe. This way you can have some revenge on those that wronged and hurt you in the past"

Me (slowly starting to grin maniacally): "Really? Oh, this is going to be fun. Only, one request for this world. Let's have Hogwarts start at a later age instead of 11. You can't really do anything fun at 11 years old, and it would be weird to have relationships with actual children when I have the mentality of a couple hundred-year-old man and pseudo-god."

Death: "That can most definitely be done, master."

Me: "Good"

After our conversation, there was only one thing left to do. Travel to this new but old world.

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There was one thing I never understood about Death and their method of reincarnating me. I mean one second I'm standing in front of Death and the next I'm knocked out and unconscious somewhere in the new world I'm in. This time, it was different. I was knocked unconscious but this time I didn't wake up somewhere in the world I was familiar with. It was dark, cramped, stale, and hard to breathe somewhat. I tried to move but that was damn near impossible to do, it was like there were cuffs on my wrist and chains holding me down. I channeled my magic to my eyes trying to get a feel for where I am by seeing...that didn't work too well. I was in a wooden box. One I've never personally seen but with the gift of Tzeentch the information came quickly, it was a coffin. A BLOODY COFFIN?! What the hell did Death do to me now? 

With the revelation that I was in a fucking coffin of all things, I used my increased strength from multiple quirks, rituals, Blood echo enhancements, and Khornes' gift, I broke the cuffs off of my wrist and grabbed the chains keeping me held down and squeezed. It wasn't a hard squeeze either, just a simple squeeze that you would give for a handshake but the chains shattered, and the chains were at least 3 inches thick, each link too. Obviously, I knew that I was stronger than before, but to think it was to this level is insane, Khorne is a good "servant". And I say that loosely, I don't really see the people (things) I make deals with as partners more than servants. After breaking the chains that were holding me down I cast a simple Depulso and the lid and the ground above me exploded outward and went well over 1000 meters into the sky. I know Khorne said I would have more magic but I didn't think that it would also become stronger. But that could be from upping my arcane with Blood echoes in the Bloodborne universe as well. 

Anyway, after getting the lid and the earth that was trapping me down here I stood up and jumped. I easily soared up and out of the grave and looked around. All around me were just forests. There was nothing distinct about it that would help me remember if I've ever been here because right now it looks like any other forest in England. Which, by the way, is very, very boring. But that's not important. What is important is that I'm an actual child, like maybe ten almost eleven maybe. I was young, which means the Harry of this universe died young, and I don't know if this body grew with age or if he just stayed stagnant while dead. But I can focus on that later, right now I have to secure the area so I can try to see the memories of this Harry.

The first thing that I did was take some of the stones on the ground and start to draw runes on them. They weren't anything impressive, just simple compulsions and aversion wards. Some notice-me-nots as well just to be safe in case anyone tries to walk through here. After that I sat down and focused on my magic and called out to the Deathly Hollows, one of the perks of being the master of Death allows me to call upon the Deathly Hollows no matter what universe I'm in. Allowing me to access the Elder wand (so no waiting for a wand for me), the cloak of Death (so nice try on trying to spy on me), and the resurrection stone (allowing me to talk to the dead in this universe and this one only unfortunately). After calling all three hollows to myself I draped the cloak over myself and started to meditate.

Delving into the memories of this Harry, something caught my attention almost immediately. It was a memory at the Dursleys, and what I saw sickened me to the core. The first I'm going to mention is that this body, the body that I'm in, is the body of a sixteen-year-old Harry Potter. Severely stunted, malnourished, and abused. The things they did to this boy were disgusting. I was disgusted enough to lose concentration, but this wasn't the worst thing I've seen. Not by a long shot, but I've always hated when children were hurt. I recentered myself and started to meditate again, delving back into my mind. I kept searching, seeing how the Dursleys treated me in this universe, and honestly, this had to be one of the worst lives I've had to experience. These....things, that masquerade in human skin, mutilated this body before they killed him. 

It started out "simple" at first. There was the verbal abuse at first. The same stuff I went through, calling my mother a whore, my father a drunk, the same old same old. But then things escalated. Vernon came "home" one day and was angry at something, I can't exactly remember, because the only thing that I could feel from the memory was fear. Unquantifiable fear of what Vernon would do, which is fair because of how giant Vernon was compared to five-year-old Harry Potter. That fear was justified, as later that night he threw me/past Harry into the cellar. There he placed me in chains that were hanging from the ceiling of the cellar. It started out "small" with him taking an old belt, cutting notches into it, and lashing it into the unprotected skin of my back. by the time he got tired and out of breath, I was bleeding at a decent pace, nothing that was fatal though. Especially when my magic kicked in and started to close up the wounds on my back, leaving behind scars.

Vernon saw this healing happen in front of his eyes and he ran (read waddled) up the stairs yelling about how he found a way to help them relieve stress, and how I was a freak. From there things only got worse, Petunia and Duddley both joined in. Petunia used whatever she could get her hands on, she used cast iron pans that were still hot, frying pans, and gardening tools. Hell, she even used her nails to dig into my skin, just to make the bleeding seem more personal. Duddley, being that fat arse that he is used me as a punching bag, day in and day out. He caused most of my internal bleeding, broken bones, and multiple organ failures. All of which healed in a day, just to be hurt worse than the day before. The only food I got were the scarps and the things to keep me alive, not enough to grow or to heal fully from natural means.

One day Vernon came back from work talking about this "religion" that he heard one of his coworkers talk about. He mentioned the four Chaos Gods, which at the time I had no clue what he was talking about, but I would soon learn because the Dursleys eventually became devout fanatics to the Gods. Vernon to Khorne, Petunia to Tzeentch, and Duddley to Slaanesh. No surprise in their choice of Gods honestly, they fit quite well. One of the days they came done and decided to mark me with their Gods symbol. They did this with branding irons, by the way, they were white hot and burned and hurt like a bitch. The Cruciatios curse still hurt far more. Petunia was first with the mark of Tzeentch, she burned the mark over the left side of my face. Then was Duddley with his mark of Slaanesh going right above my groin. And finally, there was Vernon with two marks. The first, he burned right on my back. It was the mark of Nurgle. Finally, Vernon marked me right on my chest with the mark of Khorne.

The beatings got worse after that. They wanted me to hurt more and more. They started to remove organs from my body. The first thing they took was my eyes, saying that they looked too much like my mother's. They moved lower after that, first my neck they cut me open while I was still awake and started to cut out my vocal cords causing me to go mute. I couldn't scream anymore, and it seemed like the Dursleys took that as their cue to get even worse and more cruel. they kept going lower and lower. After my Vocal cords, they took my tongue from me. They eventually took one of my lungs, my right one. They then removed a part of my stomach, cut out a piece of my liver, they took an entire kidney. They then started to take things from the outside of my body. They started at the nails, pulling off my finger and toenails, one by one. After my nails healed they took my fingers off, then my toes. They flayed my skin and cut pieces off entirely. When they were finally finished and were ready to let me die, they weren't going to make it quick. They had plans to prolong my pain.

They had taken me down from my chains and placed me in a black trash bag. They took me outside and placed me in their car, I could hear it start up and start to drive. I had no clue where they were taking me, but when they stopped and took me out of the car and bag, I could see that we were on a cliff overlooking a beach. Vernon eventually just threw me down to the ground and had Petunia and Duddley watch over me while he chopped down a tree to tie me to. They tied me up on the makeshift cross that Vernon made and before I knew what was happening my back was cut into and flayed open. They broke my ribs at the place where they connected to my spine and folded them outwards. They then took the only lung that remained and placed it over the ribs on my left side. Seeing as we were on a cliff overlooking a beach the salt water mist that sprayed up made everything sting and hurt so much more. They fucking Blood Eagled me. (Blood eagle)

After coming out of the meditation I just sat there for a minute. There wasn't anything on my mind at the moment, just sitting trying to process what I had just seen and relived. After a minute I came back to reality and realized I was not near a cliff, which meant I was taken somewhere else, but that can wait. First, I need to establish where I am and how long I was dead. The second one was simple, just ask Death and he can tell me. The first is a little more complicated but with some flight and Tzeentchs gift, it will be simple to figure out where I am.

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The dimensions that Harry has been to are Berserk, Bloodborne, and My Hero Academia. This will be structured in this way: header with the name of the dimension, the name of the power, and then a description of what the power does.

BERSERK

In this dimension, he didn't get powers because he refused to become a monster like Griffith. In this dimension, he gained skills instead of superpowers

Skills

Master sword fighter: As the name says he knows multiple sword styles. This comes from years of practice and training with some of the best sword fighters the dimension had to offer. He spent years traveling with Guts watching and learning from his unique and brutal fighting style.

Master at hand-to-hand combat: Harry trained himself to the limit so that he could never be caught off guard in a fight. If he is in a fight and is disarmed there is going to be no disadvantage for him. He will still beat your ass with multiple fighting forms; ranging from muay tahi, boxing, jujitsu, and many, many more. Even ones that he made himself.

BLOODBORNE

Master sword fighter+: This dimension allowed Harry to further his sword-fighting skills, especially since fighting beast-like creatures presents new challenges and unpredictable patterns.

Vitality (Level 99): Harry's health is far beyond what a normal human, mundane or magical, should be. His health is closer to that of a god than a human.

Endurance (Level 99): He was damn near immune to most poisons before becoming the master of Nurgle and his stamina is close to that of a god.

Strength (Level 99): He was easily able to lift some of the heaviest weapons around. He was easily able to lift tons of weight before feeling any muscle fatigue, and could easily throw a cleric beast 100 feet/30.48 meters.

Skill (Level 99): His visceral attacks would easily one-shot some of the strongest bosses the world had to offer. His hands are nimble, and easily able to make small precise movements with no mistakes.

Bloodtinge (Level 99): His quicksilver bullets would tear through his enemies leaving nothing behind in the wounds. This also allowed his blood to become poisonous to his enemies, and with Nurgle's powers, this turned his blood even more dangerous and poisonous.

Arcane (Level 99): His magic became much more intuned with his mind. It would respond in less than a second and be stronger than what they normally would. He was even able to out-performed some of the Gods at their own magic putting them to shame.

Bloodborne-verse magic: While in the Bloodborne Universe Harry learned as much magic as he could. Doing so allowed him to see that world for what it was...A plaything to malevolent gods, with a few benevolent ones along the way who wanted to help others. He learned from the benevolent gods, stole from the malevolent, and learned all he could.

Inventory: Harry can store things (weapons, armors, etc.,) in a separate pocket dimension he can access at any time.

MY HERO ACADEMIA

All For Me: All For Me is a combination of All For One and One For All. This quirk allows him to take any quirk he wishes and empower it far beyond what strength it should be at. He gained this because of his brutality towards anyone who stood in his way of justice. After decades in the Bloodborne universe, he developed a harder mentality and showed no mercy to villains or heroes who stood in his way. This attracted the attention of All For One, who chose to make Harry his "successor", not knowing that Harry was a tactical genius with a will of iron. He was given All For One and all the quirks that All For One stole over the centuries of his life, and then went after All Might, the eighth holder for One For All, only to find that he chose a successor, so Harry went after him and stole the quirk combining it with All for One. This made it far stronger than it was before.

New Order: This quirk allows him to make new rules for anything that he physically touches. He stole this quirk from Stars and Stripe after she went after him for defeating and killing All Might. There battle was intense but with a well-timed and well-placed Impero the fight was over in a second. He left her alive because of her bravery and because she was muscular and hot. (Don't judge me, she is a tall and muscular hottie. Don't know if I'm going to bring her over to the actual story)

Overhaul: Anything Harry touches can be deconstructed to the atomic level and be reassembled into a new, same, or better version of the original. Harry stole this from a monster who named himself after his quirk. He had raided this monster's base after finding out through the villain underground that he was experimenting on a child no older than six years old to create a bullet to erase quirks. He raided this base with no mercy and slaughtered every henchman under his control and stole the quirk of Overhaul before ejecting him into space and throwing him into the sun.

There are more quirks that he has but that would take too much space to write, just know that before he left the world, by his own means, he stole everyone's quirk and erased the genes that would allow people to develop quirks.

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Alright, time to cut the bullshit and stop relieving the past. I'm going to find the Dursleys, pay them back for the pain, and then the other cunts *cough* Ron, Molly, Dumbledore, and probably others. *cough* But before I can do that I need to figure out how long this Harry has been dead and where I am. First a conversation with Death then Tzeentch. And, of course, I need to rebuild my vocal cords but the question is what voice am I going to use hmmmm? AHA! I know the perfect voice, and of course, that voice is going to be the voice of Corpse Husband because let's be honest the deep voice is cool and intimidating. After rebuilding my vocal cords and getting used to talking in this body I finally call out to Death.

Me: "Death, some assistance is required."

Death (appearing from nowhere and in front of me almost instantly): "Yes master? What is it that you require?"

Me: "I need to know how long this Harry has been dead and how much time has passed."

Death: "Ah, I see. One moment master..." There was a silence as I waited for death to do his thing. "Ah, found you. It would appear that this Harry has been dead for only about a day. And before you ask it is the twenty-second of February in the year of nineteen ninety-six. Other than what happened to you and what we agreed on there isn't anything else different. Everything is exactly as it would have been in your original universe."

Me: "I see. So it wasn't too long ago that this one died. That's good, it means not much could have happened in a day. And it was before my seventeenth birthday so my Hogwarts letter wouldn't have been delivered or even written yet. Plus, I doubt they would even notice if my name disappeared from the book of admittance. OK, I can work with this, thank you Death for your assistance."

Death: "Of course master. I do aim to please after all."

When Death finished speaking he faded away from view and then it was just me in the middle of the forest. After a second of standing in the clearing, I decided to start changing my body, seeing as my toes and fingers were still missing as well as most of my organs. Luckily my eye had come back when I pushed magic into them. The first thing I did was fix my eyesight. I couldn't take wearing glasses in any of my lifetimes after the first one, especially since it was a massive disadvantage in a fight and on battlefields. I kept my eye color the same, because, even though I never met my mother, I still love her. Her sacrifice is what kept me alive that night and what allowed me to become the master of Death and to live my extra lives as I needed them to.

After fixing my eyes I decided to change my hair and scars. I kept my hair the same jet black color, but instead of it being short I had It grow longer, long enough to tie it into a man bun, and still have a piece sticking out over the right side of my face and eye. I also decided to make my scar far more pronounced and larger. I had the lightning bolt scar reach down the right side of my face, where it cuts into my eyebrow and down across my cheek. I also had some of my facial hair out and had it form a full beard, and it was completely filled out, which would make sense considering what the Dursleys did. I also made the scar for the mark of Tzeentch more colorful with blue for the armored bits and pink that would be the flesh  In my ear I changed the composition of how my ear drums work so that it would allow me to hear and understand all magical and mundane languages spoken around me. In my neck, I added a magical organ that would allow me to speak all magical languages.

Moving further down to my back I healed the blood eagleing that was done to me but I did leave the scars there, hopefully I can use that as evidence to fuck over Dumbledore in the future. For my lungs, I regrew my right one and started to strengthen them. First I started by strengthening them, allowing me to breathe easier in environments with less and thinner air. Then I changed the composition to allow me to breathe in Hydrogen and Helium plasma, in other words, the vacuum of space. I was going to make them allow me to breathe underwater but I had a different idea for that. Also on my back, I made Nurgles scar look green and brown, showing that it was for the Chaos God of disease. 

For my chest, I left the scars that I had acquired from the abuse from the Durselys and them cutting me open to remove multiple organs. I left out the organs that I didn't actively need but replaced the ones that I would need to be at full strength. I regrew the parts of my stomach that were replaced and started to strengthen my entire stomach. I strengthened my stomach by changing the composition of it to the same lining of a dragon's stomach, I then did the same to my entire digestive tract. This would allow me to use fire magic in my human form from my mouth and without a focus, and it would allow me to use fire up to the level of dragon fire, one of the strongest fires in this dimension. I then focused on my liver and replaced the entire thing with the liver of a dwarf because they have insanely high alcohol tolerances and they can filter out great quantities of alcohol and drugs. And finally my kidney. I didn't know what to do with this because honestly, my blood was already poisonous and diseased so there wasn't much a kidney could do for me, but I do still need to replace it....I think I'll just replace my kidneys with the organ that allows Godzilla to turn radioactive material into energy. It won't be immensely useful but it'll do something cool at least. I also decided to change my heart, because with what I wanted it wouldn't be able to keep up as a human heart. I started to replace it with another creature's heart when I realized that I didn't really need the heart to move blood around, I could do that with my willpower alone so instead I replaced it with a Dementor's heart. The Dementor's heart gave me the ability to give off an aura of dread making people instinctively feel compelled to listen to me. As for the scar for the mark of Khorne, I made it look like a fresh scar that was blood-red and heavily agitated.

 For my fingers I just had them regrow from the stumps that were left behind. I then did the same thing for my toes. I also regrew them with the nails being pitch and matte black because I think it looks badass. I have a plan for my skin, but I can do that once everything is settled down and I am accustomed to the new organs that I have and the different ways that they'll feel. After getting up and having everything get settled back into where it needed to be and my body got accustomed to the new parts, I started to focus on my skin, seeing as I'll need to completely change the composition to make sure my body can handle my strength and to make my body just better.

I first focused on all the scars on me and made them permanent. I had to tie them to my soul to make sure they wouldn't disappear when I changed the composition of my body. Also, don't worry about the shard of Tom's soul in my scar, it looked like he took over my body after it died but with the body being so weak and damaged the Dursleys were able to subdue it and put it in cuffs and chains, which is why I woke up with chains on me, it was because of him. He left soon after they buried me. No clue what happened to him, but I'm pretty sure that it died from being so weak.

After getting the scars connected to my soul I focused on the other parts of my skin, I first started by deconstructing my skin and rebuilding it with a mixed composition of dragon scales, basilisk scales, the pelt of the Nemean lion, with troll skin and lycan fur as both are heavily magic resistant and some other animal parts that would benefit me. After getting all the animal parts implemented into the new skin, I had to make a cover skin to look more human but doing that meant I looked too big, and not in a good way. I looked like I was more fat than I was muscle and I was looking unattractive, at least to me. So that meant I needed to condense everything, but to do that I had to also change the composition of my muscular and skeletal system to support the increased weight of the condensed skin. I started with the skeletal system seeing as it is the base of everything and is holding everything up.

For my skeletal system, I made the bones far denser and durable. I started with dragon bones then added elements of troll bones, I was going to continue adding magical animal parts when I remembered that I could also add elements from the demons that the Chaos Gods create. I also have access to elements from the Gods themselves, so instead of going with magical animals for bones and muscles, and went with Khorne for both, meaning that I had the muscles and bones of a Chaos God so it was pretty strong (note the sarcasm). I also said fuck it and coated the bones with titanium and Mythril, just to make them stronger and to fuck with others when they try to break my bones or extract them.

After finally getting everything finalized and set up, I stand and begin to stretch. I had to decide if I wanted to make wings for myself or not. In the end, I decided against it, as they'll be difficult to hide and would take too much time to get accustomed to. I finally decided to jump with a moderate amount of strength, soaring over the trees and getting a good view of where I was, the knowledge came flowing into my mind telling me that I was in the center of Hurt Wood forest. Exactly 4828.032 kilometers or 300 miles from Private Drive and Londen. (This is heavily exaggerated. I'm American and know nothing about the UK).

Deciding that I'd been in this clearing long enough, I decided to use the float quirk from a Nana Shimura and overpowered it to make it a flight quirk and decided to blast off towards Private Drive for the Dursleys. I'm going to make this hurt.

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After flying for about five minutes I finally made it to No. 4 Private Drive. Ugh, it's just as bland and boring as I remember it. This whole neighborhood was exactly the same, nothing unique about any of the houses or the people. After just staring at the neighborhood that started it all, I descended to the front of No. 4 while still under the cloak of Death. Deciding to avoid theatrics I decided to replace my appendix with the same organ that allows Void spiders to shift from one place to another by allowing them to enter the Warp space and exit it in the place they want to get to. I then used this ability to enter the Dursley house, and it seemed that everyone was out at the, which is good because this allowed me to set up a trap for them and to subdue them without much fuss.

I started the trap by placing a simple knockout ward into the door leading into the living room. I also placed a ward that amplifies the pain the person who passes it feels. I told you it was gonna hurt, didn't I? Since the Durselys are muggles that means they have no way of detecting the wards, so I'm free to place whatever ward I like. And the ministry can't detect it because no wands are being used and wards are passive magic and not active, so there is nothing to track. Now the only thing that I can do is wait for them to return. While I was waiting I decided to look around more to see if anything else changed. The living room looked exactly the same as the last time I was here. Moving to the kitchen, it looked the same as well. I moved upstairs towards the bedrooms and entered Duddleys room first. The room was covered in posters, mostly of "attractive" women with the symbol of Slaanesh drawn in the corner of them. There wasn't really anything else different about it, there was a standing punching bag in the corner of the room and action figures on the shelves of his room. Nothing else really stood out, so I started to look through the draws hoping to find something that was useful. Looking through the drawers I found Duddleys wallet that had a couple hundred pounds in there, so I took it all and placed it in my inventory. While looking through a different drawer I found porno mags, which were just the basic vanilla stuff, so I just burned them with Greek fire leaving nothing but ash behind. While looking through Duddleys closet there wasn't anything too important, besides probably his clothes, but I'd never wear anything that Duddley wore. Never again. After burning the clothes with more Greek fire, I saw a hidden door in the closet wall. Breaking open the door I see a bag completely filled with weed, which I am going to take because I know some people in the wizarding world who could use a puff or two of this stuff.

After stealing and destroying stuff from Duddley I went over to Vernons and Petunia's room. This room was also not really changed, but taking a look around there were two paintings in the room, one was for the mark of Khorne, and one of the mark of Tzeentch. Looking through the room more I see nothing really different, but I do see Petunia's purse. Going over to it, I start to look through it and find her wallet as well, so following the theme of stealing from the Dursleys I took all the money in her wallet which was a a good couple thousand pounds. looking through the drawers in the room I didn't find any more money, but I did find Petunia's "toy", if you know what I mean. I couldn't find Vernon's wallet, which unfortunately means that he has it on him so no stealing from him yet. I went to the closet and burned all the clothes in there with Greek fire. I then moved back downstairs and started to head to the basement, the prison that I was kept in for ten years.

Going down into the basement there was still evidence of my torture, abuse, and existence. This will come in handy after the death of the Durselys, I can ruin their reputation, even after their deaths. Chains were hanging from the ceiling with dried blood caking the cuffs and the segments of the chains. There were also whips hanging on a wall of multiple types; there were cat-o-nine tails, leather whips, exotic whips, and whips with metal pieces on the ends. There were dozens of whips on the wall, all of them with dried blood on them. On another wall, multiple knives were hanging up. Most of them were pristine and sharp enough to cut through flesh like butter, and other knives were cruder and rusted, they were so dull that they couldn't even cut paper. They were some of the Dursley's favorites cause they hurt more. The entire basement was filled with different torture devices. The basement was also separated into four different sections, each one being dedicated to one of the Chaos gods. The only thing similar with the sections are the caked and dried blood on the floor. The blood was at least three inches off the ground, built up over the decade that I was down here.

After taking the time to look around the entire house I went back to the living room to wait for the Dursleys. I sat down and waited for them to come back from under the cloak of Death.

King Crimson: 5 hours later

Gods fucking damn it. How long are they going to be fucking gone? Suddenly there is a jingling at the door and then it opens. Thank the fucking Gods, their back. Another hour and I would have lost my fucking mind and went searching for them myself. As soon as they got back Duddley went up to his room based on the sound of the footsteps going upstairs. Vernon and Petunia enter the living room and immediately go unconscious, making me smile maliciously. Oh, I am causing them so much pain, but I need to get Duddley down here. I moved Vernon and Petunia deeper into the living room and out of sight, and then I manipulated my vocal cords to make them sound like Vernons and called Duddley down. 

Me (using Vernon's voice): "Duddley. Come down here, please! We have something for you!"

Duddley (from upstairs sounding very distressed): "OK Dad! One sec! There's also something you have to see!"

After Duddley yelled back he came rushing back down and when he passed through the door of the living room and passed out. He carried his momentum and fell right on his face. There was a satisfying crunch, telling me that his nose broke. 

And so It has started. After moving Duddley over to where the other two were I conjured an ornate chair, nothing too fancy but extremely comfortable. After sitting down and getting ready I levitated the Dursleys into the air and placed silencing charms on them. I then took down the knockout ward allowing the Dursleys to wake up. When they did they saw me, the freak that they thought they killed. Only this time, he looked better. He looked like he hadn't gone through ten years of abuse and torture, he looked like a different person ( my new look just without the glasses). The only thing that stayed the same was the color of his eyes, giving him away to the things floating in front of him. The person that caught on first was Petunia, seeing as she had seen those eyes for most of her life, first with her freakish sister, then with her freak of a nephew. Of course, I noticed this as I was looking right at her and could see the fear and anger in her eyes, this only caused me to grin maniacally and to speak to them.

Me: "Oh, that's right Petunia. Oh, it is so good to see you again. You too Duddley, Vernon. Now since the other two are... How do I say this...? Ah! Got it! Retarded! let me introduce myself. My name is Harrison James Potter, but you know me as Harry, Boy, or Freak. I'm your nephew or cousin. You all thought I was dead, didn't you? I mean you would be right, but as you can see I'm here, and alive and in the flesh once again. And this time, with more power than you could hope to comprehend in your feeble little mortal minds."

Dursleys: *Various different mouth motions with no way of actually producing sound whatsoever.*

Me: "You can stop trying to speak. I've taken away your ability to make sound for the time being. You see, for the past decade or so I've been in your, oh so tender care and I think it high time that I pay you back for everything that you've done to me. Now, without any further ado, I am going to start. My. Revenge."

When I finished speaking I got out of the chair, vanished it, and summoned the elder wand from my inventory. I already had planned to use the Cruciatus curse, but then new information flooded my mind. There were spells that were supposed to be completely lost to time, never to be seen again. There were spells that were meant to melt the skin and muscle off the bones of the victim and heal them at the same time. There were spells to make the person perceive things slower, forcing them to live even more pain. There was a spell that was used only to make someone forget everything, even how to breathe and the basic things to live. There was another spell used to make people constantly aware of where their organs are, at all times. Thank you, Tzeentch. Or Khorne. I don't know because they both play into this, I mean they could have worked together to get spells that would cause the most pain to someone. 

I wanted to start this off with something exciting so I checked to make sure that the ward for increased pain was still in place, to see that it was holding strong and steady. After that, I then put up a ward to keep all sound in, so that I could force the Dursleys to hear the screams of pain that were about to be produced. Now there is a multitude of things that I can do to hurt them, but I think the best way to hurt Vernon and Petunia was to hurt Duddley. Which is what I did. I cast the spell to rot the flesh and to heal them at the same time, the spell's incantation was Putrescunt et sana. The spell ripped through the air between me and Duddley, it looked like the spell actually ripped the space apart and was pushing itself forward, it was moving slowly but that was intentional. I wanted them to feel suspense and fear, not knowing what the spell was going to do to them.

My aim was true and the speel struck Duddley, but not where the Dursleys probably expected. The spell struck Duddley in his right arm and it immediately started to rot and decay. It looked disgusting, the flesh was turning a dark color and started to bubble and writhe. I removed the silencing charm on Duddley and his screams streamed out immediately. And it wasn't a little scream that children used when they got hurt; this was a gut-wrenching and pain-filled wail of absolutely agonizing suffering and pain. Duddley was crying his eyes out, tears constantly streaming down his face. His face was turning a deep shade of purple after going through all the different shades and tints of red. His voice, once loud and strong in the beginning, was now growing hoarse and cracking. He started to cough, and he coughed hard, so hard that he started to cough up blood, sometimes coming out in little splatters and sometimes coming out in big globs of blood.

While Duddley was feeling the pain and screaming and crying, his arm was rapidly decaying and healing itself; over and over again. It would bubble and writhe, then fall off the bone under the flesh and muscle, only for it to grow back and start over again. At the same time, the older Dursleys were thrashing and trying to scream even when they knew they had no chance to move and had no voice to speak or scream with. Vernon's morbidly overweight body was thrashing trying to move and fight back, even though he was magically bound and silenced. Vernon was trying to scream so much so that his face was almost the same shade of purple that Duddley's was, only it had no chance of being the same shade, due to Duddleys being from pain. As for Petunia, she was trying to scream out her son's name, trying to offer him what little comfort that she could from her position in the air. It was all pointless. There was nothing that other of them could do, especially with me here. 

After allowing Duddley to suffer for a minute longer, I applied the counter curse and applied a healing charm to heal the damage already done so that I could inflict more later. I then resilenced him to stop his whimpering from distracting me while I worked on Vernon or Petunia.