Harry stared at the ceiling, feeling the pain from his latest beating radiate through his body. He wasn't sure how much longer he could take it anymore. Oh, how he hated his family. He couldn't wait until his plan could fall through. . . Just a few more hours.
Just a few more hours.
Then he could kill those idiotic muggles. Then he could leave forever. Then he could leave the war he wanted nothing to do with.
Just a few more hours.
He kept chanting the thought in his head. Just a few more hours. Just a few more hours. Until, it finally turned into one more hour. Then, just a few more minutes. One more minute.
It was time.
He stood quickly, his magic snapping around him. The door of the room slammed open, and he stepped into the hallway, stepping down the stairs faster than he had ever done before. An insane grin appeared on his face as he saw his aunt standing in the kitchen.
"Hello, Aunt Petunia. Ready to die?" He grinned again as the woman looked at him, frightened.
"Boy! What has gotten in to you! Go back to your room, now!"
"No." He made his magic wrap around the woman, making it squeeze her, making her scream. He loved the screaming.
He heard the two whales come down the stairs, so he ended the woman quickly, using his magic to rip her head off.
"What the f-" Harry didn't let the man finish the sentence. His magic made several knives fly through the man, making more blood appear.
There was an insane glint in his eyes that showed clearly as he stared at his disgusting cousin.
"This should be fun, don't you think?" He stepped closer to the idiotic boy, his magic swirling around them. Blood covered the floors and walls. It looked more like a slaughter house than a normal family home.
"G-get away from me you freak!" Dudley screamed, trying to run away.
Harry laughed. And laughed. The idiot wasn't getting anywhere.
He growled when he heard the pops of apparition. What were those fools doing here! He made quick work of his cousin before running to the back door.
He sprinted outside, not caring that his wand was still in the house. He didn't need it anyway.
"Harry? What are you doing?" Remus' voice came from behind him. He didn't turn. He continued to run. Not looking back.
He ran for about an hour, finally reaching his hiding place. A small building, in the middle of the woods. No one would look for him here. He hoped.