"FUS RO DAH!"
Thunder that had nothing to do with the storm outside blasted through the hut, creating a powerful wave of raw force that picked the intuder up and threw them out over the ocean like a rag doll.
"WOAAAAAAAAH!"
The figure practically roared as it flew away into the distance, where Harry was sure that it splashed into the ocean amongst the tumultuous waves.
Meanwhile, those inside the building all flung themselves backwards dramatically despite none of them actually being anywhere near the shout when Harry unleashed it. Their exaggerated reactions were obviously just from fear, but even that seemed to evaporate almost instantly as the horker-like Vernon turned on Harry.
"What the bloody hell was that, BOY?!" Vernon snarled, his mustache bristling while his face turned purple with fury as he grabbed Harry by the front of his shirt and lifted him a few inches off the ground.
"I don't know. But at least its gone now." Harry replied calmly despite his uncle's aggression. After all, how could Harold Wyrm Tongue, savior of Tamriel and vanquisher of Alduin, be scared of a Horker of a man who has to intimidate a child to make himself feel tough?
"You know bloody well that wasn't what I'm talking about!" Vernon sneered, spittle flying from his mouth to spatter on Harry's face.
With a frown, Harry calmly wiped the spittle from his face before saying, "If you're referring to what I used to get rid of it, then that was the Thu'um. Unrelenting Force to be specific."
"I don't care what you call it! I'll have none your freakish NONSENSE around my family!"
"Then we're in agreement." Harry said, before giving his uncle's wrist a hit that made the man howl as he released his hold on Harry's shirt.
*CRACK!*
"WAAAAAA-!"
"Daddy!" Dudley exclaimed as both he and Petunia rushed to Vernon's side as the Horker-like man wailed in pain from his broken wrist.
"I'm leaving." Harry told them as if he hadn't just casually shattered the wrist of a full-grown man. "I would say don't follow me, but I think there won't be a problem there."
Even as Petunia and Dudley looked up at Harry in horror, while Vernon appeared torn between rage and fear, Harry glanced around for any belongings that he would need to take with him. But all he saw was a glint of something he recalled were his glasses, which he no longer needed, and the three Elder Scrolls sitting a little ways away from where he had first come to.
Harry quickly collected the three of them, despite them seeming so much bigger now with his child-like stature, before he used the Secret Servant ability he acquired years ago in Apocrypha.
"What is it now?" The Dremora groaned as he appeared within the room, sending a new wave of fear through the Dursleys due to his demon-like appearance.
"My bag." Harry said while holding out his hand.
"Of course, of course." The Dremora groaned, before giving Harry the same bag that Harry had given him before reading the Elder Scroll.
"!!!"
Harry, who was so much weaker now, struggled just to hold the bag with the combined weight of everything he had taken with him, despite the weight reducing capabilities of the bag.
"Well this is annoying..." Harry grumbled, before using the Telekinesis spell to hold the bag in the air in front of him, allowing him to store away the Elder Scrolls safely. Once he was finished with whatever business he had in this world, they could very well be his only ticket to seeing Aela, Serana and all of his family again.
Once that was done, Harry looked back at his only living relatives, and said, "Goodbye. May we never see each other again."
With that he set off through the doorway that was still open after the mysterious intruder broke down their door.
Outside the storm was still raging, as if hell-bent to release it's fury onto the poor mortals trapped within it's hold. Harry took a brief moment as he allowed the rain and wind to assault him, before he took in a deep breath.
"LOK VAH KOR!"
Thunder rent the air once more, except instead of raw force, Harry's voice tore through the storm itself.
Within seconds the rain began to cease, and the wind began to peter out, while the clouds above quickly dissipated to reveal the starry skies. Unfortunately, none of the aroras that Harry was used to seeing nightly were to be found, and there was only a singular moon that hung in a crescent shape over the horizon.
"I suppose I'll head for land..." Harry muttered to himself as he looked around, and saw that they were on a rocky island with lights twinkling in the distance. Unfortunately, the only form of transportation available was a small wooden rowbow that looked as if it were about to sink from the very next wave that hit it.
"Nice night for a walk I guess." Harry muttered to himself yet again, as he began digging through his bag for a certain pair of items. Ahzidal's Boots of Waterwalking.
They were specially enchanted boots that Harry discovered in an old nordic ruin he helped to uncover on the island of Solstheim, that allowed the wearer to literally walk on water. Unfortunately, Harry only realized when he actually found the boots and pulled them out of his bag that they were now WAY too big for him.
"Of course..." He grumbled in annoyance, before slipping them on anyways. Them being too big for him didn't mean they wouldn't work.
But even as Harry carefully stepped out onto the open water in the massive boots, his mind started turning as he considered what it was he had to do, and how he was going to do it.
Naturally Harry assumed that those visions he saw before finding himself on the floor of that hut were why he was here, specifically that bit that sounded suspiciously like a prophecy. Then there were the visions of his parent's deaths, and the figure who killed them.
"Maybe I was brought here to deal with him?" Harry mused out loud, though naturally no one answered.
"I miss Aela and Serana already." He grumbled irritably.
Aela had been a near constant companion of his ever since Harry got that lucky shot in that killed Mirmulnir at the western watchtower of Whiterun, which was also the kill that identified him as Dragonborn. And while Serana joined the two of them later, she too had been an almost constant companion throughout Harry's travels over the years.
In short, Harry had almost never been truly alone ever since he first entered Skyrim.
And yet here he was, no Companions, no Thieves Guild, no College of Winterhold, no Aela, and no Serana. Well, a few of those were perhaps mendable.
"Even if Aela and Serana aren't here, that doesn't mean I have to do things alone..." Harry thought out loud, even as he pulled an entire leg of goat from his bag, which he sprinkled with some salt before using the Flames spell to roast it as he walked.
"If I can start building up a Thieves Guild here as well, then I can form an information network along with a steady supply of income. Then maybe I can also start a warrior and mage's guild to build up a proper fighting force for whoever that was that I saw in my visions. But that also begs the question, can the people of this world learn my magic to begin with?"
Harry ended his musings with that question as he looked down at the steady stream of flames shooting from his hand at that moment, along with the leg of goat that had already finished cooking. One of the benefits of cooking with magic.
"So much to do..." Harry grumbled as he took a large bite off of the seared meat, before chasing it with a bottle of juniper berry mead that he had stored in his bag.
***
A few hours after Harry left his aunt, uncle and cousin behind, a certain figure finally pulled themselves out of the ocean as they stomped towards the hut while great torrents of water ran from their body and all of the pockets of their coat.
"DURSLEY!" The giant roared as he forced himself through the tiny doorway, where he found a trio of Dursleys huddled together as Petunia and Dudley desperately tried to tend to Vernon's broken wrist.
"You-! Stay back! I'm armed!" Vernon tried to threaten the giant as he grabbed and aimed his shotgun with one hand. And when the giant stomped towards him, he actually pulled the trigger.
*BOOM!*
*BOOM!*
Whether because his aim was off with only one hand, or because he never wanted a killshot to begin with, neither Petunia nore Dudley knew. All they knew was that the shotgun pellets visibly impacted the giant's oversized coat while seemingly doing nothing to him, aside from increasing his anger.
"Where is he Dursely?!" The giant demanded as he grabbed Vernon by the front of his pajamas, and lifted him several feet into the air.
"What have ya done to Harry?!"
"!!!"
Whether from bravery, or sheer stupidity, no one knew. But Vernon glared back at the giant as he spat him,
"I don't know! The freak left us after assaulting me! And if you don't leave now sir, then I'll have you thrown in the slammer alongside him when I find the little bastard!"
The giant glared at the increasingy purple man, before unceremoniously dropping him as another 'crack' could be heard when his feet hit the floor, followed by Vernon screaming and cursing some more.
Ignoring him, the giant turned towards Petunia and Dudley for answers next.
"We don't know where he is!" Petunia immediately admitted, terrified that she would be the next to have body parts broken if she didn't cooperate. "He just said that he was leaving, and that we would never see him again!"
"So Harry left on his own?" The giant asked in a much calmer voice than he had used with Vernon. Surprisingly, even giants could be cooperative when they weren't being shot at with shotguns.
"Yes, he did. That's all I know." Petunia said while refusing to meet his gaze, her voice little more than a whimper at the end as she recalled that...THING her nephew summoned.
"Haaa...."
Surprisingly, the giant let out a sigh of relief at the information, as he had been fearing the worst after being sent flying by that mysterious force when he tried knocking politely on the door. But, knowing that Harry wasn't exactly in trouble calmed him somewhat.
However, he still needed to find Harry.
The giant turned to leave now that he had what he needed, but not before producing a jar of a mysterious foul-smelling substance from one of his many pockets.
"Rub this on his wrist and ankles. Its the same stuff I use when the unicorns at the school break their legs. He won' be running marathons anytime soon, but he'll be better by morning." The giant said while handing the jar to Petunia, before exiting the hut to search for poor little Harry.
"Dumbledore needs to know about this..." The giant muttered after he searched the whole island, not that there was much to search, before he prepared to take the little rowboat to continue searching the surrounding waters. He was now hoping that Harry hadn't tried something foolish, like swimming to shore!
Pulling a roll of parchment, ink and a quill from his coat, the giant quickly scrawled a letter.
~~~
Professor Dumbledore,
Ran into trouble trying to meet with Harry, possible magic outburst that sent me flying out to sea. Harry was missing by the time I returned, Durselys say he left them for good. May need help locating him if I haven't found any trace by dawn.
Wishing you your health,
Hagrid.
Ps. Glad the weather here finally cleared up.
~~~
His letter written, the giant, Hagrid, readily produced an actual owl from one of his coat pockets as well before handing it the letter, and then letting it go into the night sky to deliver it.
Once that was done Hagrid promptly got into the rowboat, and tapped the side of it with a pink umbrella he pulled out from inside his coat.
The boat immediately took off on it's own as Hagrid settled down in the boat, his eyes relentlessly scanning the dark waters for signs of struggling little boy. Unknown to him, said 'little boy' was currently stretched out on a bedroll in a cozy little alcove he found after reaching the mainland, his dreams filled with redheaded werewolves, and raven-haired vampires.