This is To Trust, by Abie
The Dursleys die in a chemical fire.
The deaths of Vernon Dursley, 35, and Petunia Dursley, 33, were
confirmed on May 30th. According to reports, a fire had broken out in
their Little Whinging home between the hours of three and four AM. It
was found that a lit cigarette had been discarded in a cupboard
beneath the stairs, which had made contact with an ammonia-based
cleaning fluid. The son of the victims, aged 10, who had not been in
the home at the time, has been taken into the custody of a relative.
Harry blinked, and read it again. And again.
Wow. I never… A fire, from the cupboard… well, it wouldn’t have been
the first time he’d thrown a cigarette in there… and Dudley’s alive….
Harry destroys Snape's library.
A fury such that Harry had never felt ripped through him. He felt it
in his chest, his lungs, his very heart. He had never felt such anger,
such all-encompassing fury that possessed a life force of its own.
The anger expanded within him, and his body could no longer contain
it. It burst out of him in a terrific surge of furious magic.
The room seemed to explode before him. The windows shattered, and
countless, tiny shards of glass scattered across the room. Hundreds of
books flew off their shelves, landing in every corner of the room,
piled haphazardly. The bookshelves themselves, every last one, crashed
to the floor with a deafening thud, the entire room shuddering. The
chairs and tables overturned, ink splattering everywhere.
Snape dislocates Harry's shoulder.
Severus stood, overcome by an emotion akin to shock, staring at the
spot the boy had just vacated. He could tell, by the distant pounding
of the stairs, that the boy had not attempted to run, he’d just
retreated to his bedroom. What did I just do? He had, in a startling
fit of rage, manhandled the boy roughly enough to dislocate his
shoulder, and he’d likely left bruises on the boy’s arms as well.
Severus had never, in any sense of the word, liked children, but he’d
never laid a finger on any one of them, let alone done them physical
harm Until now.
And Harry relocates it with "practiced ease."
He’d hurt a child. Not James Potter reincarnated, not a person of
equal stature and strength, but a child, and a small, underfed one at
And then, the boy had promptly shoved his shoulder back into place
with an air of practiced ease, as though it was something he did every
I'm not sure whether he was sorted into Ravenclaw, though.