Ok... creepy ass poem runs into my head... So I posted it... M for being sick and disturbing... A bit gory... Excuse my sick sleep deprived mind
...I fixed some of the formatting... I'm actually thinking about adding more... I really need to sleep... and find my flash drive...
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You know... It wasn't so bad...
It wasn't bad at all... Watching them die
Watching them bleed...
They had hurt him too; locking him in a cupboard when he had done no wrong...
Beating him, ignoring him, starving him.
Just because he was stronger than them.
So he showed them.
He pulled out his wand and, with a wave, they lined up, like a row of ducks.
Vernon sweared, promising pain as he struggled against invisible bonds...
Petunia just stood there as tall and as proud as she could, accepting her fate that she knew would come...
Dudley, dear little Duddykins, he didn't suffer; the moment his body hit the wall and saw him, eyes glowing wand out; his body gave out, fear fueling his heart attack...
But that didn't mean he wouldn't have fun with the body...
With a flick of his wand Dudley's corpse flew and settled midair right in front of his still struggling father.
"D-Dudders?" The fat man whispered, his wife remained silent beside him looking at her son with dead eyes. "You monster! You killed my son!"
He laughed coldly, "You did that yourself Uncle." Another flick and the corpse was turned upside down, throat slit, and blood dripped out like a freshly slaughtered pig.
Vernon cried and he laughed; a whispered word and the man met his guts...
He walked over to the trapped man a smile, a curious smile, on his face...
He lifted the guts to examine the pulsing mass and the man whimpered...
The curious smile turned into an insane grin and he pulled them out, marveling at the colors...
Leaving the man as he was, gasping his final breath, he turned to look at her...
The flower that had lost her petals...
He smiled at her, the smile you would give to an old friend...
She nodded...
A flash of light...
He didn't make her bleed...
A whispered word...
And Harry was gone...
He walked into the room, still covered in his uncle's blood...
He smiled at the snake-like man, the man who the goat had taken him from...
Voldemort smiled back and opened his arms...
"Welcome home, my son."
Harry smiled and walked into his father's embrace...
He was home at last...
A place where blood was needed…
"Thank you… Father."
He washed off the blood grinning remembering the face of the goat as he cut off Granger's head...
The disappointment, the fear...
He laughed remembering how the goat had tried to reason with him and the twin guards that held him...
He remembered the twins, gleefully bleeding their parents and younger siblings...
It was worth it...
The death of his once-family...
Watching them bleed...
All for his new family...
His dark family that danced in battlefields and wore dark robes and the silver masks of his father's inner circle...
But now the light blood was gone...
Washed away with soap and water...
But he could see it...
And he wanted more.