Warning this story contains references to real events of the past, fictionalized to an extent. If you are not comfortable with reading about a school shooting then turn away now. This was a story written from an idea in my mind based on my own intrigue in this form of killer. Those who commit crimes like this should never be praised, their acts are evil. That being said in some cases a full psychological profile is needed to try and understand why people snap like this and too this day there is no consensus on why spree killers go on their sprees. What makes it harder is that most perpetrators kill themselves before capture so it is hard to truly understand why this happens. There will be a further note at the end to clarify dates. You have been warned.
Here is a Dark Harry one shot, sorry for my bad writing skills.
Disclaimer: As always I do not own Harry Potter
The Spree
Harry had just returned to Privet Drive for the summer after his 5th year. He was depressed, upset, grief ridden and angry. The main reason was Sirius' death at the hands of Bellatrix Lestrange a few weeks ago, a death he blamed himself for. All the death, destruction, sorrow, grief, etc. that had occurred over the last few years and would continue to occur in the coming days, weeks, months, probably even years, would all be because of him. Well not entirely because of him. Ever since Dumbledore had revealed the prophecy to him Harry's anger had begun to mix with his grief. He was angry at Dumbledore for keeping him in the dark, angry at Trelawney for making the damned prophecy in the first place, angry at not being told about it. In general Harry was angry at everyone manipulating him and treating him like a weapon rather than as a person. He realized that even those who were closest to him probably only saw him as the savior of the wizarding world, a tool to end Voldemort and gain fame for themselves. Well enough was enough. Harry had half a mind to end it then and there, kill himself, save Voldemort the trouble and let the magical world descend into chaos without him. His grief was driving him to this but his anger wanted more, his anger wanted to lash out at those who were using him. Harry didn't know how he could achieve both though so for the time being he was just in his room with his thoughts festering in his mind.
About a week into the summer holiday something changed that would allow Harry to discover how to act on all his emotions at once. The Dursleys bought Dudley a brand new computer and as such his old one was moved to Harry's room. That computer still worked so Harry decided to use it. He knew enough about the internet and the muggle world to use the computer so he thought it might help him take his mind off things or help him channel his rage. It was through the internet that he found his solution to all his problems.
It all started 5 days after Harry had started to use the computer. He was on a muggle chatroom. At first he had no idea what a chatroom was but he soon took solace in the anominity of it. He could say whatever he wanted and these people would support him, argue with him, help him, whatever they wanted to do without knowing who he was. It was here that Harry was able to vent his anger, while not mentioning the magical world at all just implying that he was a normal muggle teenager, and say why he hated the world and the people in it for how they had treated him. This lead to him being invited by one of the other members to join a teenage outcast chatroom. It was perfect for Harry. At last he had found a group of people who hated the world as much as he did. It was a dark and depressing chatroom filled with anger and hatred and a shared bond between himself and the other members in these emotions, in the feeling of being a social outcast, seen only for their purpose and not for who they were. The chatroom was known as "Society's Forsaken". It was in this chatroom that Harry developed a friendship with two American teenagers who he knew by the handles "REB" (short for rebel, something Harry found apt) and "VoDKa" or V for short. They were two kids around Harry's age who like him felt like outcasts and filled with a rage at their fellow schoolmates, at their school. They had plans already in the works for their school, plans they shared with Harry, in a town in the State of Colorado called Columbine.
Harry's new friends said that they were waiting for the right time to act. They still needed to prepare to build what they needed, to procure the weapons to carry out their plan. Their plan was simple, kill everyone and destroy the school. Initially Harry had been hesitant but the more he spent online with REB and V, as well as other similarly minded people, the more he warmed to the idea. Within two weeks of being online Harry was convinced. This was his way out. The idea proposed was not unique to REB and V but it did seem to be a thing in America muggle culture. With this concept Harry could unleash his rage at the teachers and students while also ending it all and letting the chaos descend upon the magical world. However the research Harry, with the help of his friends, was able to find was that most attacks of this nature ended in no more that 5 deaths. Harry wanted more, he wanted to take them all with him. He may spare a few just so they can tell his harrowing story and so the world will know what they did to drive him to this. In order to achieve this Harry had decided to keep a hand written journal telling his story of abuse and neglect all the way up to his godfather's death, who he blamed for all this, all his feelings, and his final decision. Harry knew he would succeed because of how backward the magical world of Britain was to muggle weaponry.
Harry's friends had introduced him to guns and bombs. These were muggle weapons that he had heard of but never really researched. What he found out was that they would be more effective than wands. If he could fuse them with something magical, so long as the bombs were homemade with no electrical components, he could unleash devastation and he knew just the magical substance to use. It was a substance so rare that only a few had access to it, none in England as far as he knew, and even fewer could get close enough to get it. It was a substance that only he had access to at Hogwarts, Basilisk venom.
Unfortunately Harry knew there were several problems with his plan. He had no idea how to make a bomb, use a gun, acquire a gun, acquire bomb making materials or milk a dead snake for its venom. Harry had money and he was sure he could use the discretion afforded him by the goblins to purchase what he needed but he needed time to train, both in the muggle world and at Hogwarts, and he needed to figure out how to get the materials he needed. He was sure he could smuggle them back from America, his online friends had told him about the ease of acquiring weapons and materials in the States, because he was a wizard and could travel in different ways. His problem was getting to America to spend time there and get what he needed. Harry decided it was best to pay the goblins a visit, they may be able to help him if he threw enough money at them. The next problem to sort out was how to get to Gringotts without being detected by the order guards watching the house.
Harry's solution was simple. He would wake up early and don his invisibility cloak. Then he would leave at the same time as uncle Vernon right so that the guards didn't realize he was leaving. If Moody was on duty then Harry knew he would be fucked but it was a gamble he would have to take. Once out of the house he would continue under the cloak until he got to Gringotts. He would get the bus then walk through London to the Leaky Caldron, enter Diagon Alley and walk to Gringotts. Once there he would hope that there wasn't anyone who could recognize him but to be on the safe side Harry decided to wear a hooded robe that would obscure his famous scar.
The next day Harry's plan to get to Gringotts went off without a hitch. Upon entering, looking just like any other shady wizard who is conducting business at Gringotts, Harry approached the same goblin that had taken him to his vault during his 1st visit to the bank.
"I would like to inquire about my account, as well as a few other things that the goblin nation may be able to help me with?" Harry asked the teller.
"Certainly, how may we be of service to you?" Griphook said in a bored tone.
"My name is Harry Potter and I expect full discretion."
Griphook looked up at this.
"Ah Mr. Potter, certainly. If you will follow me I shall take you to your personal account manager, he will sort you out from there."
With this Griphook hoped down and headed towards a side door. Harry quickly followed him through. At the end of the corridor they came to an ornate gold and silver door with the crest of the goblin nation carved into the center.
"This is the office of the senior accounts manager" Griphook said, "he is in charge of all the richest and oldest accounts in the bank. The Potter account is one of them. He will handle all your requests."
With that the goblin knocked and once the doors had swung open hurried back to his post in the main lobby of the bank.
"Enter" a stern, authoritative voice said.
Harry entered and the door shut immediately behind him. Th office was large with a mahogany desk in the center. Behind it sat an older looking goblin. Parchment, quills and ink littered the desk.
"I am Gornuk" the goblin said, "senior accounts manager at the London branch of Gringotts. How may I help you Mr. Potter?"
"Before I go into any details Gornuk," Harry began, "I must ask about the level of discretion that you can afford me?"
"Mr. Potter you do not seem to know much about the Goblin world or our relations with the wizarding one and I right."
Harry looked sheepish as he replied "I'm afraid so. I haven't really been taught the current situation and not paid much attention to the history of relations, other than a few bloody uprisings."
"Well I won't go into details about the uprisings." Gornuk said, "However I will explain the current situation. Goblins do not like wizards and vice versa. This shouldn't be new to you. What should be new though is the fact that goblins are their own nation with their own rules. While it is true that as one of the several species classified as beings we must abide by the laws of magical community as a whole, we are still afforded some autonomy. In the case of the goblins we have become the leaders in finance and metalwork and excel in both. Our secrets are our secrets. Because of this we have certain rules that the wizards must follow. The only ones you should be concerned of right now are related to Gringotts. As a goblin institution the bank is sovereign territory of the goblin nation and as such the ministry cannot request anything from us. That means that we will not tell the ministry that you have had any business with us and anything conducted here is beyond their reach or influence."
Harry breathed a sigh of relief at this. All his plans were on track, provided that the goblins could help him.
"Thank you Gornuk" Harry said, "my business with you today is mine alone and I do not wish the ministry or Hogwarts to know about it. I just have a few other questions for you."
"Ask away"
"Can the goblins help me travel to and from the United States?" Harry asked getting right to the point, "I have a few things I would like to sort out in both the muggle and magical world that I believe are easier to accomplish in the States."
"Of course we can" Gornuk said, "all branches of Gringotts are connected so for a certain fee we can transport you to any branch you so wish. This will be outside the usual wizard channels so you don't have to deal with any ministry red tape. Furthermore once you reach America the banks there can take money from your account here using your key and even change that money into dollars. It wont be the cheapest but given your vast fortune it is nothing for you."
"Thank you" Harry said. While he wanted to know precisely how much he was worth he knew it was irrelevant given his plans.
"Can the goblins provide me with glamor spells so that I won't be noticed in America?" Harry asked.
"We could but you don't need them." Gornuk said. Harry stared blankly at the goblin after he said this so Gornuk continued, "you don't need them for two reasons. One because unlike England which regulates underage magic, the United States does not. Once you are 11 you can use magic there as you wish, within the law of course. This is because the Americans do not believe in limiting progress as the British seem to do. In many ways that I shall not bore you with the American magical community is much more advanced than the British. Come to think of it Britain currently ranks last in the world for magical advancement, the bigotry and lack of progress here has stunted the wizarding world in Britain. Britain is very isolated from the rest of the world and the world tends to ignore Britain for many reasons. This leads to the second reason, no one in America knows who you are. Many Americans are only concerned for American interests and see problems in other countries as not worth their time, especially in a country considered as magically backwards as Britain. It is a sense of allowing sovereign nations to rule themselves without international involvement. While American wizards likely know about the war with Voldemort in Britain, they will only know broad details and really won't care about the finer ones. British wizards tend to be exceptionally arrogant and believe that Britain is the center and origin of the magical world without realizing that the rest of the world either hates them or is completely indifferent."
It took Harry a few seconds to process all the information that Gornuk had told him. It was good news to him though that he could sort everything out that he needed too without anyone finding out he was gone. Until today he hadn't left Privet Drive so he knew that the order would assume he was still there while he was gone. Moody was always the gamble because of his eye but Harry felt that with the current war going on Moody wouldn't be guarding him, he was too useful in the war effort. With the blood wards in place as well Harry was relatively confident that he would avoid detection so long as fate was on his side for once. He had one more request to make of Gornuk before he asked to go to the States.
"Due to the current war and the high likelihood of Voldemort killing me I would like to create a will. Can I do it here or do I need to do it at the Ministry?" Harry asked.
"I can draw up the will, have you sign it and then send it to the Ministry where it will be sealed until your death. I can also keep it here, the Ministry doesn't need to see it at all if you don't like." Gornuk answered.
"Great I would like to create one and leave it here" Harry said. He had not initially planned on making one but felt that he should seeing as he knew he would die soon without an heir.
"I would like to leave everything. My money and anything else I own but do not know about to Ronald Weasley." Harry said, "Should Ron die before me in this war then I would like the Weasley family to receive everything."
"Of course I will draw up the paperwork." Gornuk said.
"Actually on second thought if there is enough I would also like Remus Lupin to receive enough money to afford the wolfsbane potion for the rest of his life, as well as enough to ensure he would never have to work again. If that is possible."
"Without a doubt is that possible." Gornuk said, "I shall have the amounts calculated and send a range to you. All you need to do is confirm the sums and then sign the final will."
Harry just nodded his thanks to Gornuk. He had decided on giving his money to Ron and Remus because he felt that they deserved it. They were the only people still alive who liked him for who he was, rather than for his supposed destiny. Plus neither had much and Harry felt that they deserved to have some comfort after he finished it. While he liked the others who had accompanied him into the Department of Mysteries, he didn't know Ginny or Luna well enough, Neville was nice but he had his own problems and while he had never seen Harry as the boy-who-lived he still wasn't that close with Harry. Hermione was a whole other story.
While he liked her as a friend and valued her, she did have a severe superiority complex and elitist mentality. She had always struck Harry as someone who was smart, but not skilled, who knew of their intelligence and believed that because of how smart they were, they were always right and everyone should follow their example. The SPEW crap was a prime example. Hermione wasn't from the magical world so did not seem to fully understand the role of house-elves. While the British system was cruel at time, house-elves did live to serve and Hermione's attitude towards them was clearly her own beliefs being forced on them because she thought her beliefs were right and disregarded the culture of both wizards and house-elves. Harry suspected that Hermione may harbor Muggleborn supremacy ideas because she was born with magic rather than inheriting it. Whatever the case was Harry knew that she was as bad as the rest or at least just another sheep who did nothing.
"Thank you for your assistance Gornuk." Harry said, "may all this be prosperous to you."
Gornuk look pleased Harry's words.
"Anytime Mr. Potter." He said.
"I would like to travel to America now." Harry said, "My business shouldn't last long so I will be able to finalize my will within a fortnight."
"Where would you like to go?" was all Gornuk said in reply.
Harry thought for a moment. He wanted to go to New York City because it was the central hub of Magic in America and he could get the magical items he needed there. However his research into muggle gun laws in America had shown him the New York wasn't the best place to get the weapons he sought. He also wanted to go to Colorado to meet his friends but knew he shouldn't. After a moment it hit him.
"Is there a branch in Phoenix, Arizona?" Harry asked. Phoenix made the most sense. It was an intensely magical city (the name alone was proof enough) and the gun laws in Arizona were some of the laxest he knew.
"Naturally there is" Gornuk said, "I will have you sent there as soon as is possible."
That turned out to be less than 10 minutes later. The goblins used specialized portkeys for travel. They were simple stones with the name of the location etched into them in gobbledegook. They used goblin magic and as such were untraceable to wizards. Within moments Harry was transported to Phoenix. He quickly sorted out a bottomless bag from the senior accounts manager of the Phoenix branch so that he could withdraw either wizard or muggle money from his vault at a moments notice. The bag was keyed to his blood so that it couldn't be stolen or used by anyone else.
As soon as Harry got to Phoenix he got to work. First he had to acquire the magical items he needed. This was straightforward seeing as the magical alley of Phoenix was basically a large outer shopping mall. The first thing Harry needed was a set of magical armor to protect him from the more serious spells. While goblin wrought armor was an option Harry ultimately decided to go with dragon hide armor. It was more fitting for him he thought, given his history with the creatures. He quickly found a place that sold it. A half hour later he was the proud owner of a full set of armor, from breastplate and back protection all the way down to boots, made from the hide of a dragon he had never heard of, the Floridian Razorwing. It was a rare dragon breed but its hide apparently had the most magical properties (hence the rarity) and would do the job he needed. He also picked up a backpack from the same store, it was a hunting and camping store, with an undetectable expansion charm on it so he could store his new purchases. Despite being a hunting store the owner didn't sell muggle firearms because they were illegal in the magical world but he did, after a little monetary incentive, provide Harry with the address (and reference) of a wizard black market dealer in Tucson who dealt in magically modified muggle weapons. Harry knew this guy would get a cut but he didn't care, he would pay whatever the price was for what he needed.
His next stop was a clothing store. There he picked up a specialty black hooded robe that would cover him while wearing his armor and still offered protection from minor spells. It was also spelled to deflect objects, making it bulletproof, or so the proprietor claimed, which would protect him from accidentally getting cut by shrapnel when his bombs went off. Harry also bought a pair of gloves made from the same material. Harry also picked up a bandana to cover his face. It was red with a blue cross, similar to the flag of Scotland. Inside the cross was 13 white stars. The clerk told him it was a no-maj (Harry realized this was the American word for muggle) flag from American muggle history that many thought represented hate and oppression. Harry didn't care what it meant.
With his clothes shopping done Harry knew he had to head to Tucson to get the weapons. Using the Gringotts transport system he was able to travel the small branch there quickly. Once there Harry headed tot he address given.
It was a shady house in a rundown neighborhood but Harry didn't expect any less. Once there Harry used his reference, as well a large bribe, to prove he wasn't the authorities. Harry then told the dealer what he wanted. Harry wanted an AR-15 style semi-automatic rifle and two 9 millimeter pistols, as well as a few thousand rounds of ammunition for both. The ammo had to be separate however, Harry had a plan for them. The dealer not only delivered but exceeded what Harry could have ever hoped for. He provided Harry with all three, all magically modified to have bottomless magazines. All three also had spells on them to prevent recoil. He also sold Harry 5000 rounds of ammo made by a goblin each weapon as well as silencers for all 3 should he need them. This was more than Harry needed but he didn't care, the more the better in his mind. The dealer also sold Harry all the materials he needed, as well as a thorough guide, to make at least 15 homemade shrapnel bombs that could be set off with non electrical timers. Harry paid the man handsomely, doubling what he had asked for, and headed back to the Tucson branch of Gringotts.
With everything he needed to carry out his plan Harry paid the goblins in Tucson to send him back to London. Before he left however Harry bought a goblin wrought chain, he didn't really know why he did but he had a feeling he would need it. By the time he returned to Diagon Alley it was noon the day after he had arrived. Knowing that the Dursleys wouldn't care that he had been away he headed back, under the invisibility cloak, to Privet Drive and entered the house when Uncle Vernon returned so as to not alarm whoever was guarding him. It had been a long but fruitful trip and Harry crashed as soon as he got back to his room. His plan was coming along perfectly.
The rest of the summer was relatively uneventful for Harry. He continued to go online and chat with his fellow angry outcasts about their fantasies of going out in a blaze of glory. The more they talked the harder his resolve became. He learnt everything he could, theory wise, about bomb making and marksmanship. It took a week to finalize his will but Harry was pleased with the final draft. Harry was unfazed by his OWL results, he got what he needed to take the required auror classes except for Potions in which he got an E not an O. Not that any of this mattered to him, it wasn't like he would have be taken the classes for very long. His birthday came and went as it always did. He received the usual few presents and cards and while it did make him feel better he was still resolute on his plan. With two weeks of the holiday left Dumbledore came to Privet Drive to take him to the Burrow for the rest of the break. His time at the Burrow was uneventful but happy. While he could no longer talk with his online friends he had told them that he would no longer be online and that he would follow through and wished them the best of luck with their own plans. He knew that REB and V would shock the American muggle world and succeed, to an extent, he was just sad that he wouldn't be able to hear about it. The one thing his time at the Burrow did do for him was reinforce his choice to give everything to Ron and to spare him if he could. He would like to spare Ginny as well so that the Weasleys didn't have to morn anyone but he doubted he would be able to do it. By the time the summer was over and he had to return to Hogwarts his plan was fully flushed out, all he needed to do was make the bombs and plant them, get the venom and train his shooting abilities.
The journey to Hogwarts was the usual. He was in a compartment with his fellow Department of Mysteries fighters, minus Ron and Hermione who were with the prefects and Ginny who was with her boyfriend and they got heckled by the Malfoy crew but that wasn't new. What was new was that when they reached Hogwarts Snape had been made Defense against the Dark Arts professor and the previous Potions professor, Horace Slughorn, had come out of retirement to teach it. Again Harry couldn't give two shits about this because it didn't matter to him, soon nothing would.
Harry had decided to use the Room of Requirement to train and make his bombs. First however he had to get the venom from the dead Basilisk. The tricky thing was storing it due to the potency of it but the Room of Requirement provided the necessary vials that would be resistant to the venom. Harry knew it would be corrosive but with the right spell he could ward off the effects of it on inanimate objects long enough for his purposes. Within a week of school starting Harry had travelled down to the Chamber of Secrets and milked several vials, more than he really needed, of the venom. His need for it was simple. He would coat the shrapnel and all the bullets in the venom just before he executed his plan. This would ensure that anyone who was hit by either would die because the only cure was phoenix tears and Fawkes couldn't save them all in time because the poison took less than two minutes to work. It was also the reason why he needed to wear protective clothing. Harry needed to stay alive long enough to cause as much death as possible.
Over the course of the next 8 weeks Harry used all his free time to prepare. It took him a month to perfect the shrapnel bombs so that they could cause the most damage. The rest of that time was spent making sure his shooting skills were as good as possible. While all he needed to do was clip people with the bullets he still wanted to make sure he hit them. Finally the day he had chosen came. A day that would once again live in infamy in the British Magical World, Halloween.
Harry had chosen Halloween for two reasons. The first one was practical, it was one of the few times the entire (or at least a vast majority) of the Hogwarts population would be present in the Great Hall and as such allowed him to take out as many people as possible. The other reason was more personal. It was on Halloween 15 years ago that Voldemort had decided to come to his home and murder his parents and try to murder him all because of a prophecy and Voldemort's own fear of death and the loss of power. It was on this day that he had become the boy-who-lived against his wishes and as such it would become the day he became the boy who carried out the worst single person massacre in British Wizard history. It would be a day that shook the magical world and the day Voldemort effectively won the war. The time had come.
It was a Thursday but because it was Halloween the students had the day off. Harry used that to his advantage. The first thing he did was wake up early and donning his armor, cloak, bandana and weapons used the secret passage he had used in his 3rd year he snuck out to Hogsmeade. Once he was there, knowing that no one would recognize him (and if they did he would kill them) he called the Night Bus. Ignoring Stan's questions as to who he was he paid him double to take him immediately to Privet Drive and wait for him outside. Once there Harry let himself in and in quick succession murdered the Dursleys as they ate breakfast. He shot all three in the head killing them without the need for the venom to work as a backup. He had this because of how they had treated him growing up. All his reasons were in his journal, detailing his plan and how he had succeeded. The killing spree had begun.
Returning to the night bus he paid to return to Hogwarts. As soon as the bus started moving Harry methodically and remorselessly killed everyone on the bus but the driver, just to ensure that no one could report him before his plans could be fully executed. Upon returning to Hogsmeade Harry shot Ernie, the driver as well. By this point he had killed 10 people. Harry activated the concealing charm on the dashboard of the bus so that no one realized the night bus was parked in Hogsmeade with 7 dead witches and wizards in it. Hopefully his luck would hold out for the rest of the day. Harry didn't want anything shut down until he was done. Harry then donned his invisibility cloak and returned to Hogwarts. Once there Harry waited impatiently until after lunch and after all the decorations were up to sneak into the Great Hall and plant his shrapnel bombs.
Harry's plan was designed to cause as much devastation as possible. He had constructed 12 bombs that when the exploded they would cause shrapnel, in this case small ballbearings, soaked in Basilisk venom to be thrown 360 degrees into anyone within the radius. In order to make sure that as many students were struck as possible Harry planted 3 bombs under each house table. One in the center and then one at each of the quarters. He had set each timer on the bombs to go off at precisely the same time, if he timed it right it would coincide with his first shot at the teacher's table. Returning undetected to his room Harry made two duplicates of his journal. Still under the invisibility cloak Harry went up to the owlrey and removing the cloak Harry sent one copy to the Daily Prophet and another to a book publisher he knew of. Harry wanted the world to know why he had done this but they wouldn't know until afterwards. It was almost dinner time, only a few more things left to do.
The first stop was Trelawney's tower. He knew that she wouldn't be at the feast and she had to pay because if it hadn't have been for her prophecy then none of this would have happened. Well that and if Snape hadn't have overheard it but Snape would pay soon enough. Using magic Harry forced the trapdoor leading to Trelawney's classroom open and the ladder to descend. Without hesitation Harry shot her in the chest. He had made sure that the gun was silenced so as to ensure that no one heard it. With Trelawney dead Harry quickly returned to his room, hoping to catch Ron there before the feast. Luck was still on his side when he got back to his room. Ron was reading a quidditch magazine on his bed when Harry walked in and removed his invisibility cloak. Ron looked up when the door shut. Harry stared into Ron's blue eyes and he knew Ron could recognize his under his get up.
"Harry?" Ron asked, "is that you."
"Yes Ron." Harry said his voice a bit muffled by the bandana.
"Where have you been all day the feast is about to begin." Ron said, "I was waiting for you. Hermione went to the library to work so she'll meet us there."
"I had a few things to sort out today." Harry replied.
Ron looked at him with a puzzled expression before saying "what things?"
"You will find out soon enough" Harry said, "just know this. I am sorry for everything that has happened and is about to happen today."
"What the hell are you talking about Harry" Ron said.
"You will find out soon enough" Harry said again in a flat voice, "know that what I have done was because I had no other options. It was the only way to make my point and express my feelings. I'm glad I found you here before the feast though, I didn't want you to die."
Before Ron could fully process this Harry drew his wand and stunned his best friend. Ron fell unconscious to the floor. Harry sighed knowing that the final stages of his killing spree would happen soon. Pleased to know that Ron was safe Harry placed his original journal on Ron's bed so that he could read it once he came too. It was Harry's confession and explanation as well as his manifesto and condemnation against everyone who had driven him to this point. It was simply called "Ignorance is NOT Bliss".
Leaving the Gryffindor tower Harry headed down to the Great Hall under his invisibility cloak. On the way he stopped by the hospital wing. Only Madam Pomfrey was there. She didn't know what hit her until after Harry had shot her in the back of the head. She was dead before she hit the ground. Removing the silencers and holstering the pistol he had just used Harry headed down to the Great Hall just in time to slip in before Filch closed the doors. Still under the cloak Harry observed the room. All the teachers, excluding Trelawney, were present and all the students were present. Harry expected a few wouldn't make it for whatever reason but he would still have the chance to kill about 300 people total today. Checking his watch Harry realized he had 5 minutes before the bombs went off. Quickly he turned to the doors leading out of the room and chained them shut with the goblin wrought chain. He also magically sealed the doors so that no one could escape. Turning, still invisible, Harry walked purposely down the center aisle until he stood, unnoticed, in front of Dumbledore. Checking his watch Harry eagerly waited until he had half a minute before the bombs went off. It was time for Harry's revenge, time to go out in a blaze of glory.
Shouldering the AR-15 he was holding Harry let the invisibility cloak fall off him revealing him standing, armed and hooded, in front of Dumbledore. Before anyone could reach Harry bellowed "This is for keeping me in the dark, for not telling me anything, for using me as a weapon. Well this weapon has turned on you and now all of you will pay for what you have done."
With that Harry shot Dumbledore in the chest. He had timed it perfectly for as soon as he had fired his first shot did all his bombs go off. Harry barely registered them going off however, he was too focused on the teachers. Methodically and quickly Harry shot at every teacher, hitting all of them even as they tried to draw wands or flee. Harry was pleased to see that Hagrid wasn't there, at least he would survive. Harry heard screaming coming from behind him as he turned to view the carnage. The bombs had done their job. Many of the students were already injured or dead. Once injured Harry knew there was no hope. The few who had managed to avoid injury had congregated at the door, banging on it and trying to open it, more concerned with saving themselves than confronting him. Shrugging off his cloak and removing the bandana Harry took aim and began to shoot into the crowd of survivors. Within 5 minutes of the bombs going off Harry was the only one left standing.
Stone-faced Harry slung the rifle over his shoulder and drew the two pistols. Calmly Harry walked through the room ensuring that everyone was dead. For good measure he shot everyone he passed, just for a guarantee. When he was done he returned to the center of the room, it was time to end it all. Before he could however a voice he recognized called out to him.
"Harry" it was Hermione she had somehow survived and had had the sense to hide wait until he was done to confront him. Fate had let her live but her own nature had doomed her. Raising one of the pistols and pointing it at her before he answered her.
"Yes Hermione" Harry said without a trace of emotion, "do you have any last words."
"Why?" she asked, "why did you do all this. You were supposed to be our savior, our hero of the light, you were supposed to defeat Voldemort."
Harry seethed with barely controllable rage. Even with her end in sight Hermione still didn't understand. All this did was confirm to him that she wasn't worth keeping alive.
"Really" Harry said, "you really don't know why I did this." Hermione just shook her head. "I did this because of all those reasons you just mentioned. All my life I have been just a tool, a weapon to defeat the dark. Why? Because of a fucking prophecy and a sociopathic, maniacal monster's fear that I, a mere baby, would defeat him. Then instead of being brought up by my legal guardian within the magical world I get dumped with clearly abusive relatives to be raised as a muggle. Then when I find out that the wizarding world exists I find out the truth about my parents' death and that I'm a celebrity. But that's all any of you can see me as, the boy-who-lived. Over the years I've been treated as a child, kept in the dark about my supposed destiny and then I have it all dumped on me as soon as my godfather is murdered. A death I caused but one I blame on Dumbledore for not telling me why I needed to learn Occlumency. Well enough is enough. I'm taking control and taking out all those who have mistreated me before I kill myself. Voldemort can have this world for all I care I don't want anything to do with it anymore. Goodbye bitch I'll see you in hell soon enough."
Before Hermione could say another word Harry shot her in the shoulder. She looked shocked as she stumbled back into one of the ruined house tables. Harry approached Hermione as she sat on the bench learning against the table. She was able to get a stunning spell off at him but it bounced harmlessly of his armor. Taking the wand from her hand he tossed it across the room as he stared into her eyes. Hermione's breathing was getting labored.
"What is happening?" she said, "I shouldn't be in this much pain from a shoulder wound."
"You shouldn't" Harry agreed, "but you see I took precautions so that no one would survive. All the shrapnel in the bombs and all the bullets I have used have been soaked in Basilisk venom." Hermione managed to look shocked at this. "It takes a little more than a minute for the venom to kill you. The only cure is phoenix tears and there's no way your getting those. By coating the bullets and shrapnel in venom I can ensure that everyone will die. Soon I will join all of you."
Harry watched as Hermione died from the venom. Standing up Harry walked to the very center of the room. He took a moment to survey the carnage that he had caused. It was time, his vengeance and rage had been satisfied, now it was time to give into his depression and in the process hand Britain over to the forces of Darkness. With the prophecy still in his mind Harry raised both pistols to hi head. Placing each at his temples he closed his eyes and taking a deep breath Harry pulled both triggers at the same time. The world went black.
Epilogue
Harry Potter's shooting spree shocked not just the British magical community but the international community as well. No one had suspected it. There was an attempt to launch an investigation, using Harry's journal which the Ministry had prevented from being published, however it didn't last long. As soon as Voldemort found out that both Harry and Dumbledore were dead he attacked the Ministry. It fell in minutes. Voldemort had won and Britain fell into Darkness. Those who knew they would be persecuted fled as soon as they could. Ron was among those who left, leaving right after the funerals for Ginny, Hermione and Harry, heading to America to start a new life. On the 5th anniversary of the Hogwarts Massacre Ron penned a response piece for an American magical psychology to try and explain why Harry had done what he had done in order to prevent it from happening again and to try and find out how Harry had pulled it off.
In the end Harry Potter was responsible for the murder of 304 people before he killed himself. It was the worst singular massacre by a lone perpetrator of all time and decimated an entire generation of British wizards. Other than Ron 6 students survived, including Luna Lovegood who was in her room at the time. All the survivors only survived because they weren't present at the feast. Harry's trick with the Basilisk venom worked perfectly. Harry Potter would forever live in infamy for his actions and for the greatest failure of the British Wizarding system.
A/N: For reference the Columbine High School shooting occurred on April 20th 1999. Harry's spree occurred on October 31st 1996, based on the official Harry Potter timeline. REB and VoDKa are online handles used by Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold in an online game that they both played. There is no evidence of them being part of a chatroom that I know of. The chatroom "Society's Forsaken" was made up by me for this story. In addition based on my research Harris and Klebold were not planning their killing spree this far in advance, I fictionalized a few details in order to make them fit my story. Furthermore there are at least 3 references (all not the most overt references, just finite details that relate to 3 sprees) to 3 other spree killings in the US that have all garnered national media attention. However all 3 occurred in 2012 or later so there cases were just used for details without any reference to the individuals.
Thanks for reading, please review. I'm working on Ron's Response and will post it to this story at some point. I am also considering making a series of Dark Harry one shots, this being the first, please let me know in reviews if you want more stories.
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