The Surrey incident.
"Patient suffers from blatant Narcissistic personality disorder and is a self confessed sociopath, he seems to treat human life as worthless, I suspect that the only thing that keeps him from regularly assaulting and killing his fellow patients is the fact that he sees them as below him, as lesser things that are not even worth exterminating. All attempts to make friendly contact with the patient by doctors other than myself and Doctor Walker have been met with open hostility and distrust. There is also a possibility that the patient is a mutant. – Extract from the research diary of doctor Mary Aldermen on subject Harry Potter two years prior to the Surrey incident.
Harry Potter sat lounging in the plastic chair of the interview room, it had been one year since his placement inside of the Surrey psychiatric hospital, he was taken there by his relatives after he traumatised Dudley and left him a scarred wreck with a shard of broken glass he had found in the bins outside the house he used to live in.
His eyes were dancing with amusement as he watched Dr Aldermen shuffle her notes and fidget uncomfortably, for an eleven year old he was apparently extremely intimidating, or so he had been told by the others in the hospital, a small snort of amusement slipped from him, the other patients were morons, the only reason he tolerated their existence in his new home was the amusement factor they provided with their pathetic little disorders and problems.
"Harry, have you had a good week? The cell guard told me that you're acting more polite lately." Her voice was almost neutral, almost, there a tiny tinge of hope in there that Harry smirked sardonically at, the Doctors here were pathetic. They wanted to help him, help cure him, that's very hard when there is nothing to cure.
Smiling patronisingly Harry let his fingers drum on the steel tabletop for a few seconds and then said slowly as is talking to a small child.
"Yes, I've decided to act nicer, earlier you mentioned that if I behaved myself, then I'd receive some sort of reward, correct."
Mary perked up at this, he hadn't actually attempted to branch out into the patient reward system at all since he had arrived, he had been missing the benefits, but it seemed like he was on the road, at long last, to recovery.
"Well, we have a list we can get you, but off of the top of my head you can have a TV with a selection of channels, you can get a stereo with a selection of music, we can also get you a games console, both portable and fi-"
His slightly irritated voice cut of her listing. "Strawberries, I want a carton of strawberries." Harry was sitting forwards now and locking eyes with her in such and intense way that she felt thrilled and disturbed at the same time.
"I don't want anything else; I want a carton of strawberries with every third meal, starting now, my meal is in half an hour, I will have strawberries or the guards and orderlies will find me less agreeable."
Mary smiled at him and replied in happy tones.
"Okay Harry that's fine, I can't have them placed on the tray because it wouldn't fit, but an orderly can bring them in."
Harry hummed in contemplation, he didn't like most of the orderlies, they were so, predictable and boring, they all behaved in the same dispassionate manner, acting robotic and firm in the belief that they were the sane ones, but he had spotted a new orderly just coming in this morning, she was interesting, she walked more like one of the Doctors, she walked with purpose as though she actually wanted to help the patients.
"The new one, that girl that came in today, she seems tolerable, I wouldn't be averse to having her bring them in, and it may even give me someone to talk to."
Harry suppressed the urge to grin as he watched the good Doctors face light up when he said he might talk to the new orderly, she took the bait as predicted, hook line and sinker.
"Sure I'll send her in when you get back." Her blue eyes wandered onto the small white clock hanging just behind Harry, this was deliberate as it was considered generally a bad idea to turn your back on a mentally unstable person, and she gasped in surprise.
"Oh dear, sorry Harry but we've run out of time." Mary smiled sadly as she shuffled her notes and stood up, this time a smirk did worm its way onto his otherwise stoic façade, but she didn't see it, she had turned around and left the room, she had turned her back on a self admitted sociopath, a person who had maimed his own cousin simply because he was to predictable.
As has already been stated, hook line and sinker.
The smirk vanished as two large men in white coats came into the room, the orderlies, the name implied that they were nurses of some kind, and they were if you count the ten shot dart gun holding enough knockout drugs to bring down a bull elephant a nurse, they were really nothing more than glorified thugs, they didn't bother the patients preferring to watch from the sidelines with dull robotic expressions.
He despised them, so lifeless, like dolls, he hated dolls.
They stood either side of him, a clean one metre gap from both of them earning an internal sneer of disgust from Harry at the ridiculous machine like tendencies they acted with, Harry stood slowly and in an exaggerated fashion walked forwards utterly nonplussed at the massive orderlies who fell in step flanking either side of him as he left the room and made his way down the corridor to his room.
The corridor was another thing he hated, it stunk of antiseptic, but no one ever cleaned using antiseptic, the cleaner was a cheap-scate who simply used washing up liquid in hot water to mop the floors.
His eyes narrowed as the door to his room slammed shut, the sound echoed around the hallway which was odd; his was the only door that caused an echoing sound, he was sure of it.
SNAP
Ever so slowly Harry let his eyes travel downwards to his fingers that had just stopped frantically clicking, a habit he often performed, the reason he had stopped was because he was sure that there had been a spark from his fingers when he clicked them, he snapped them again and sure enough a shower of crimson sparks burst from his fingertips.
He snapped them again and again and again until he realised something, he was willing them to be there, he was using his willpower to creat sparks, which would, in theory, mean that he could use his willpower to do other things as well. He held up the pen he had stolen from the orderly as he had brushed past him weeks ago and focused, he willed it to float, to not fall when he let go.
He let go and the pen hit the floor, six seconds after his hand had moved away, a smile split Harry's face, it was manic and twisted, it was the first real sign of emotion he had shown in a year.
Ten minutes later when the newest orderly walked in with his dinner on a tray and a carton of strawberries she couldn't help but marvel at how nasty the other orderlies seemed to talk about the well mannered, if a bit creepy, young man.
Now I know some of you may be thinking what the fuck am I doing, well the answer is simple, I like crazy Harry stories, I like him being a nutter, a brutal remorseless murderer, but all to often people have him as the joker, I don't like that personality, it's too stereotypical and incorrect as to what an actual psychopath would behave like, IE paranoid, pathological liar, manipulative and cunning, I want my crazy Harry to be a true madman lacking both morals and reason.
He will kill people for the hell of it in this story, he will kill people he finds boring and predictable, he will put people into situations where they will have no choice but to kill others or hell even themselves and he will do so with a smile.
For the people wandering about my other fics, well I write for fun and since school and exams are over I can write all summer because lets be honest here I have no social life whatsoever.
Ja Ne