Heyyyy!

This is a new story that I started! The idea just came to me as I was doing anything other than homework...

So this is kind of an insane Harry story. I wanted to try something different. Dumbledore isn't evil this time around, just manipulative. And St. Ginevra and Ronniekins are good guys here. Yayyy!

I won't tell you more. Just keep on reading.

Disclaimer!: I bought Harry Potter and now it's all mine!! Yayyy! *does Snoopy Happy Dance*

Queen Rowling: Tomarry15! Stop it, ya dirty liar! I WILL take you to court...

@tomarry15: *looks around nervously* Heheh... Wow! Look at that! I don't own Harry Potter! I'm just a "Young, Dumb, Broke High School Kid! Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo!"

Jk rolls eyes.

TTFN,

Your brilliant authoress,

@tomarry15

psy•cho•path

'sīko,paTH/

n.

a person with an antisocial personality disorder, manifested in aggressive, perverted, criminal or amoral behavior without empathy or remorse.

Meeting The Psycho

Harry Potter was sitting on an old swing in the local park of his hometown, Little Whinging, Surrey.

Now, you'd think that at first glance at the raven haired, green eyed, bespectacled fifteen boy was a trouble maker or a crook or something like that. Why the hell do you think his 'relatives' practically preached at their neighbors of Privet Drive that he goes to St. Brutus' Secure Centre For Criminally Incurable Boys?

No, Harry Potter had a secret far darker than that.

Harry POV

Hello. So I guess that narrator lady was telling you guys about me, huh?

But she is totally right. The first signs showed when I didn't feel any guilt or sadness at all over Cedric Diggory's death. Rather, I actually admired Voldemort's handiwork.

I felt so good as I heard the screams of those pitiful humans (I know that I am one too.) screams. I wondered how their blood would look on a marble wall, how beautiful it would sound to hear them screaming more and more at just the very sight of me...

Yup folks, my name's Harry James Potter and I'm a psychopath.