He was panting by the time he dragged the body of seven year old Piers Polkiss to the tree that his supplies were by. He used a piece of rope to tie the boy's hands and feet together before he woke up. When Piers opened, he tried to stand up and felt himself being pulled up by his wrists. Harry giggled when his pulley worked and made the other boy stand helplessly because his writs were now under a low hanging branch. With wild eyes Piers looked around only to lock eyes with seven year old Harry Potter, one of the kids that he picked on relentlessly with Dudley. He was about to scream when he noticed the tape covering his mouth. "Hello Piers how are you today? Good? That's good, so am I. We're going to play a game okay? NO not 'Harry Hunting', we're going to play Doctor, and you are going to be my patient. As your Doctor I think that you need surgery." He giggled again as he made a deep cut from the boy's sternum to his belly button. The next cut he made with the blood stained kitchen knife was perpendicular from the last. With another giggle Harry started to pull out the boy's still working organs. He took the organ that was currently in his hand, and showed it to the boy. "Is this your liver or kidney? I never can remember." The boy didn't answer, and Harry noticed that he had either passed out or died. Truthfully he didn't care witch and he pulled out the remaining organs. When he was done he stood up, washed in the nearby stream that was nearby, and he went home to make dinner for his family. He smiled.
