Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
The lobby of the motel was quiet, and as I approced the counter with fast foot, the receptionist lifted her eyes from the magazine to look at who opened the door. The point of my rune enhanced hammer caught her right on the left temple, bone and brain exploding from the opposite side.
One quick look at the ledger and I knew tha room 207 was the one I was interested in.
Two flights of stairs later, one close encounter with a kid who didn't even look at me (luckyly for him) and I was at the door.
My closed fist hit the wooden door two times (no reason to be unpolite after all), and a few seconds later a young woman answered the door "yes?".
The flat side of the hammer punched trought the ribs, deflating her lungs and killing her with nary a sigh.
"Carla, who is it?" Came the voice from the bathroom.
"Mr. Greengrass, Mr Davis sent me, he said that you had to sign the paperwork with the UTMOST urgency!"
"What paperwork? And Matthew knows better than to send his lackeys to do his work! Give me a moment to robe myself"
I went to stand beside the bathroom door, hammer ready in my hand, and as soon as he came outside, I shattered his left knee, while at the same time Silencing him with the wand in my other hand.
He fell to the ground without a sound, his terrified and pained eyes looking at me with a silent 'why?'.
"You must have made your wife very angry, Garrick.
I am not cheap, and she paid for the extra package, you know" I said as I targeted his elbow, wich met the same fate as his knee.
I liked talking to myself during the 'jobs', I still do, its kind of relaxing.
"Well, no sense in procastination, let me show you wich extra package choose"
And the pain began.
Four hours later I could be found in an alley, next to a burning bidon.
It was a shame to destroy the hammer, but it had to be done.
If I left a trace I could just as well go turn myself in at the nearest police station.
There is a small loophole in the laws of the magical world, that has been exploited sice it was created: as long as there is no material proof, there is no crime.
Everybody knew that I was a killer, just as everybody knew that Lucius Malfoy has always been a Death Eater,or even that Tom Riddle was the Dark Lord, but with no evidence, it was just heresays, or even slander.
This is why I had to kill everybody who saw me, and had to destroy my tool.
It naturally didn't stop people from beign extra vary of me, or Voldemort, but it stopped the law enforcers from arresting us.
My name is Harry Potter, and I am a law sanctioned killer.