Harry stared at the body.
He let out a little giggle.
That giggle deviled into a storm of laughter, tearing at the fragile shores of his mind.
Harry looked around. Bodies. Blood. And the demons, the demons that had inhabited the bodies piled around him. They whispered to him, clawed at him. "You killed us." They said. They looked so sad. Harry couldn't stop laughing.
Looking back at the body in front of him, from the recesses of his kind, a whisper reached his conscious mind. "Sirius." That name seemed so ironic as he knelt, laughing a loud, piercing laugh.
Bella hadn't played nicely and Sirius had a laugh cemented on his face for all of eternity. A sad, cruel, twisted laugh.
So Harry punished poor Bella and cut a smile on her face when she refused to play anymore. Maybe Dudley would play with him.
There was a pop, and Harry snapped his head in the direction of the pop. The grey man looked at him in fear.
"Wanna play with me? My last friends are broken." The man flashed a light and Harry fell forward, the last thought on his mind being
"That isn't very nice. I'll tell daddy on you."
That thought amused him for some reason as he disappeared.
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Harry blinked.
The yelling man wasn't nice. He would have to be broken, hard toys aren't nice.
Not-yelling man wasn't bad. He'll probably break, too, though. Harry sighed. Good toys are so hard to one by. Bella was fun to play with, but she always was a heartless bitch.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO THE AURORS YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO PROTECT? HOW DID THEY DIE?" asked the yelling man.
Harry looked outside. Yelling man was mean, so Harry gave him the silent treatment. The man reached for him, and as soon as his hand touched Harry, Harry smiled at him.
The man's face morphed into fear as his hand was stuck to Harry's shirt. Harry's face opened up and a giant spider crawled down his shirt on the man.
The second man pulled out a stick. Harry smiled at the second man, and his wand exploded, showering the second man with a spray of splinters, blinding him. The spider bit at the first man's chest, opening a hole in the screaming man, who was desperately trying to hit it off him, forgetting he had a wand. The spider burrowed into the unfortunate man's organs and started laying sacs in his chest. The man died and slumped forwards onto Harry.
The second man followed shortly after as Harry snapped, and his spine flew to Harry's waiting hand. Harry wanted a walking stick. The door bursted open and a lot of men bursted into the room, yelling about "wandless magic". Harry giggled and waved his hand, as though he was conducting a symphony. The men and women began dying in new and horrendous ways, not decaying on spot, another turning inside out and spilling all his organs all over the ground. One woman began turning red as her body slowly heated up until her insides melted away, leaving her a pool of skin and blood. All of a sudden, Harry saw green, and then black.
The Prophet's special edition was entitled "The Boy Who Killed" and discussed the lives of all of the aurors who lost their lives to the so-called savior. Only one wizened wizard understood what had truly happened, and in the course of a month, the fickle Wizarding World's attention forgot all about the poor young boy who never had joy until he had it ripped away from him with a word.