Chapter 02: The Test

Harry yawned as he sat on a swing in the park by himself near the evening.

It's been only two days since he killed the Dursleys and he paid enough attention to the gossip to know that no one suspects him, the nine year old to be the killer, only to be missing and presumed dead.

Now that he thinks about it, the thought of him being the killer is ridiculous, but they don't know about his... Abilities.

He remembers the times when things seemed odd before that night.

The time he accidently turned his teacher's hair blue just by looking at it.

Or the time when Dudley's gang chased him and he ended up on the rooftop of the school not knowing how.

There was also that piece of paper he accidently set on fire by just looking at it when he was four.

But he didn't know what to do right now and he had to hide the knives in the woods some time in the last two days due to not being able to hide them on his person and used the creek to wipe the blood from his face.

Thankfully, his shirt was red so he didn't have to ditch it and the pants were black so no one would notice dried blood on them.

Harry blinked as he heard a buzzing noise and rubbed his ears.

It sounded like static from a TV.

Then it disappeared as suddenly as it came and Harry decided that it was his own imagination as he got off the swings, not noticing the tall figure watching him from the shadows.

Something that has been watching him ever since he hid the knives.

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Harry walked down the side of the road not knowing where he was going, and he felt off.

He didn't know the feeling, but he couldn't help but look over his shoulder every few minutes.

"Potter?" Hearing that voice, Harry turned to see a dark haired boy with a rat like face.

"Piers." Harry grinned at seeing one of Dudley's Gang. "What a surprise to see you all by yourself."

Piers Polkiss found something a little off with Harry at how he was smiling. "I'm just on my way home." He said to the boy. "What happened to you after the fire?"

"What do you mean?" Harry asked innocently tilting his head in confusion.

"Come on Potter, I know you're stupid, but no one's that stupid." Piers scoffed and Harry narrowed his eyes. "The fire that killed the Dursleys, what happened? People are looking for you."

"Oh my cousin knocked the Oil Lamp over and waddled into the bathroom, thinking he would be safe in there." Harry said with an eye roll. "Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon caught on fire and I ran out."

"So you ran because you're scared of the fire?" Piers asked with a laugh. "You really are a coward."

'That does it.' Harry frowned as he walked up to Piers. He was originally not going to do anything, but he owed Piers for a lot of misery. "Oh really? That's rich coming from you when you and Dudley came at me five against one." He said coldly.

Piers smirked, thinking Harry wasn't going to do anything.

None of them noticed their spectator, the same being from the park, observing the whole ordeal.

"And what are you going to do, Potter?" Piers taunted with a laugh. "Cry? Run away? Whatever it is, do it fast because I'm late enough as it is."

"Late?" Harry smiled. "Why not reschedule. Like how the rest of the Gang will when I do what I did to Dudley to all of you."

"Like I would-." Piers stopped as he processed what Harry just said. "What do you mean?"

"Oh I lied about how the fire started." Harry said smiling creepily as he picked up a rock and tossed it into the air before catching it. "Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were already dead before I lit the match, so only Dudley suffered through it."

Piers paled as he began to back away. "A-Are you mental?!" He asked feeling some fear as he heard this.

"Maybe I am." Harry said thoughtfully as he gave a nod. "But it was the Dursleys as well as you guys that made me this, so why don't I thank you?"

With that Harry lunged and slammed the rock into Pier's face, breaking his nose.

Piers cried out in pain as blood dribbled out of his nose and he managed to kick Harry in the stomach and got up to run.

Harry coughed as he held his stomach and the stone was lost somewhere in the ditch. "Oh you want to play Tag?" He asked running after Piers. "How does it feel to be chased?"

Piers was in a panic as he ran as quickly as he could, but Harry was catching up fast.

"I always outran you and the others Piers." Harry taunted as he managed to trip Piers causing him to roll on the street. "Years of experience in running really paid off right now, doesn't it."

"L-Leave me alone." Piers cried out as he tried to push himself up but Harry kicked his ankle and Piers felt it flame up in pain.

"Aw why would I do that?" Harry asked playfully. "Aren't you having fun?"

"Get away from me freak!" Piers shouted and all the playfulness left Harry's face at that word.

"Freak am I?" Harry asked seeing another rock as he picked it up and slammed it against Pier's face causing him to cry out again. "Well alright, you want this to end, then let me end it for you!"

With that, Harry repeatedly smacked the rock in Pier's face causing blood to splatter as the boy's cries struggling got weaker and after a few more hits, he stopped breathing as his whole face was torn up from the hits and blood dripped from it.

"Now you look freakier than I do." Harry said clutching the rock with a chuckle.

Hearing a noise, Harry turned to see a car was coming down the road and he took off, not wanting to be seen.

He heard from his Uncle what happened to murderers and he didn't want to go to this 'Jail' place.

He loved his freedom and he wasn't going to give it up.

No sooner did he run into the trees did the headlights of the car fell upon Pier's body and Harry could hear the scream of horror due to the windows being down in that car.

Harry just kept running, to go back to where he hid his knives.

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On making it to the stream, Harry heard the buzzing static again and this time it was louder as he grabbed them before falling to his knees.

"W-What is this?" Harry muttered hearing footsteps and he was looking down when two black shoes entered his vision.

Still covering his ears, Harry looked up to see what had to be the tallest figure in his life, easily towering over some of the adults as well as some of the trees, the figure wore a dark suit and a red tie, but the strange thing about him besides his height was the fact that he had no face.

Somehow Harry had the feeling he was looking right down at him despite that small fact.

"J-Jack Skellington?" Harry asked remembering the movie he watched in school that one time called Nightmare before Christmas, it was the only movie he's seen due to the Dursley's not letting him watch any.

This figure reminded him of it.

The tall figure tilted his head showing some surprise at being called that.

First time that ever happened to him.

Some children scream and try to run in terror and yet here was a boy who was just looking at him.

A boy who he just saw kill another boy.

Harry wasn't scared of the figure, but he was wary.

What if it was like the Dursley's?

Seeing the knives in their hiding spot, the figure saw where he was looking and the posture looked amused, as if daring for Harry to run for them.

Reaching forward, Harry focused and he felt the same pull in his gut from when he killed the Dursley's and the knives flew into his hands and he sliced at the figure.

The figure disappeared right before the blade connected and reappeared a few feet away as if he teleported.

But now he looked at Harry in interest.

He was intrigued by the ability he showed and wondered if Harry was a part of that Wizarding World that hides from the normal people.

The figure has had its run-ins with a few of the idiots of that world and their deaths were either quick or slow depending on how much they pissed him off.

The figure decided to toy with the boy as a tentacle erupted from his back going at Harry at a quick speed.

But it was slow enough to see what he would do.

Harry was caught off guard by that as he sliced forward with the knife cutting into the tentacle, but there was no reaction from the figure before another tentacle wrapped around Harry's waist and hauled him off the ground.

Harry struggled as the figure chuckled at the pointless fight.

Hearing the chuckle, Harry glared as wind shot forward, slamming into the tall figure, making him slide back a few feet.

Although it didn't do much more then that, the figure was surprised by how strong the nine year old made it and he began to wonder if him finding Harry was an accident or not.

Truth be told, he came to Britain to look for some victims, which was why he watched the school where he first saw Harry but he didn't pay much attention to him back then.

He was only there for a week when he heard about the fire and that was the day he saw Harry hiding the knives.

If anything, this kid was beginning to remind him of a combination of Toby and Jeff.

And he doesn't have a Proxy from the Magical World.

GIve a few years, he could get along with Hoodie, Masky and Toby just fine.

"That's enough." The figure spoke surprising Harry who stopped struggling to stare in shock. "You are an intriguing child."

"Y-You can talk?" Harry asked in shock. "But how? You don't have a mouth!"

The figure tilted his head. "How come you're not afraid of me?" He asked curiously.

"Should I be?" Harry answered with another question.

Now the figure shook his head. "You don't recognize me?"

If he was from the Wizarding World, it would make sense since none of them use technology, that was the main reason none of them knew of his existance.

Well that... And he didn't leave any survivors.

"I thought you were Jack Skellington." Harry answered with a shrug. "Maybe that's why I'm not afraid, you look like him a bit."

Now the figure hummed in thought.

Then again, if Harry was from the Magical World, he wouldn't have heard of the movie this Skellington came from.

He could be one of those magical people from normal families.

"Why do you kill?" The figure asked to find out more about this child.

"To show my thanks." Harry said with a grin.

"Your thanks?" The figure asked, this was a new one.

Jeff's was to put people to sleep and make them 'beautiful'.

Smile Dog's was to spread the word.

Ben's was to play games with them.

But killing in thanks?

"The Dursley's turned me into who I am, so I thanked them." Harry answered with a grin. "So did Piers as will the other three members of my Cousin's group when I get them. I want to show them how grateful I am."

The figure then surprised Harry by putting him down.

"Come to this spot when you're finished." He said turning away. "If you survive, I'll have an offer for you."

Harry blinked as he looked at the figure in confusion. "Wait." He said causing the figure to look at him. "W-Who are you?"

The figure didn't respond as he disappeared and Harry looked disappointed before a piece of paper floated in front of him as it was falling.

Grabbing the paper, Harry saw three words written on there.

'Call me Slenderman.'

It had an O with an X in the middle of it at the bottom of the paper and Harry looked back up having a feeling that this 'Slenderman' was still watching.

"I'm Harry." Harry said as he turned to walk away. "Harry Potter."

Slenderman watched as Harry left the area. 'Well then Harry Potter, show me what you can do.'

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Gordon, a blonde haired boy sat in his room after seeing the News with his family.

It was only two days after Dudley's death and now Piers was dead?

He just lost two of his friends and his parents were scared that whoever did that to Piers was out there.

"I'll get together with Malcolm and Dennis tomorrow." Gordon muttered but he was scared.

He didn't know why, but he just felt fear creeping on him.

Gordon still doesn't know much about death before he shook his head and decided to play one of the handheld consoles he had.

Unknown to him, Harry was sitting in the tree outside his window, hidden by the leaves. 'Come on, just turn off the lights.' He thought before frowning.

Gordon's parents didn't do anything to him, so he'll let them live.

But after this kill, he has to hurry up and finish Malcolm and Dennis off because people will put together who he's targeting if he waits after this one.

Just seeing Gordon, put a memory in Harry's head.

~Two Years Ago~

A seven year old Harry cried as Gordon was the one dunking his head in the toilet while the others laughed, watching the door for the teachers.

"How do you like the toilet water, Potter?" Gordon taunted as Harry gasped for air only to have his head shoved in and Dudley flushed while that was going on.

Hearing a zipper, Harry barely had time to look as something began tinkling on his head.

"Oh dude, that's gross." Dudley laughed as Malcolm, the brunette wearing a hat just shrugged.

"I had to go." Malcolm responded as Harry was thrashing. "Plus this is a toilet, even if it is in use."

"Maybe we should call him Potty." Piers said laughing.

~Present Time~

That was one of the worse memories that Harry has had in his life and while Gordon wasn't the one to pee on him, he was the one holding him down.

'I'll save Malcolm for last.' Harry thought with narrowed eyes. 'After this, I'll head for Dennis across the street.'

It took four hours of waiting before all the lights went off and Harry waited an extra thirty minutes before slipping from the tree and walking to the front door.

Looking at it, Harry focused and he heard the lock being undone causing him to grin.

He was getting the hang of this ability.

The door opened slowly as Harry quietly walked through the living room, having experience from when he snuck out of the cupboard to get food.

Finding the stairs, Harry slowly walked up them before one of them creaked and he froze, holding his breath.

Thankfully, no one heard him so he continued quietly as he came past a door where he saw a big bed and on seeing two shapes on it breathing, he knew that it was Gordon's parents so he walked to the next room.

There was a light on underneath the covers and Harry smirked, knowing that Gordon was playing one of his video games as he slowly made his way to the bed.

It was easy to see where the head was as Harry acted fast.

Quickly using a hand to cover his mouth, the knife dove in through his skull, ending him quickly.

"Thank you." Harry whispered chuckling as he pulled the knife out with blood oozing on the covers.

Harry turned to leave but then he stopped and pulled the covers off to show Gordon's shocked and fearful face with no light in his eyes and he grabbed the game console Gordon had. "So this is a video game." He mutter curiously turning it off and pocketing it as he snuck out the way he came in.

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Dennis, a boy with black hair was just coming out of the bathroom when he heard a low chuckle and he turned to see something dart past the hallway he was in. "H-Hello?" He asked wondering if he was dreaming.

His parents were still asleep because he could hear them snoring.

"I-Is someone there?" Dennis asked again reaching the end where he peered around the corner to see nothing. "Must be seeing things."

"Oh are you?" A voice asked and Dennis froze, he recognized the voice.

"Potter?" Dennis asked looking around, no longer feeling scared. "What's a wimp like you doing here?"

"Oh just taking care of some business?" Harry's voice said and Dennis was walking towards where it was. "Did you see the news about Piers?"

Dennis blinked. "T-That was you?" He asked nervously.

"Yup, and Gordon will be on the news tomorrow along with you and Malcolm." Harry chuckled as Dennis saw that the closet door was open and he saw nothing in there except for a Walkie-Talkie that he had in his bedroom. "Thanks for falling for this."

"W-What?" Dennis turned only for his throat to be slit as Harry gave an insane smile.

"Now for the last one." Harry chuckled shoving the body into the closet as he closed it. 'They'll find him in the morning.'

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Malcolm was up listening to music in his room with the light from his lamp on.

His parents were out for the night, so he had some time to kill before they got back.

It was when his light went out that he pulled the headphones out.

Raising an eyebrow at that, Malcolm walked over to the light switch to the ceiling fan and turned it on only for nothing to happen.

"What's going on?" Malcolm muttered before hearing his door slowly open. "H-Hello?"

His eyes hasn't adjusted to the dark, so he couldn't see well before a sharp pain erupted from his arm as something sliced through it.

"Gyah!" Malcolm shouted in pain before a laugh filled the air.

"Oh did that hurt?" A mocking tone asked and Malcolm recognized the voice.

"Potter?!" Malcolm asked straining his eyes to see a dark shape in his room a few feet away. "What are you doing here?"

"Couldn't you tell from when I sliced your arm?" Harry asked in a playful tone. "I'm murdering you like I did with the Dursleys, Piers, Gordon and Dennis."

Malcolm's eyes widened. "W-What?" He asked already knowing about the Dursley's and Pier's deaths due to his parents talking about the News, but Gordon and Dennis too?!

"Oh yes, I killed them pretty recently." Harry said with a chuckle. "And imagine my surprise when I saw that no one but you were home tonight, it made my plan a lot easier."

"Y-You're mental." Malcolm backed up before reaching back by his desk and grabbing an aluminum bat.

"Thanks to you and everyone else." Harry said with a chuckle. "Now let me show you how grateful I am."

With that Harry came at Malcolm who swung the bat, smacking Harry in the face causing him to stumble.

Not giving Harry enough time to recover, Malcolm slammed the bat into his chest causing Harry to cough in pain.

"Going to try and kill me, huh?!" Malcolm swung the bat again connecting with Harry's head and it was surprising to Malcolm that the boy wasn't knocked out yet. "Who do you think you are, Potty?!"

Harry's eyes narrowed through the pain as the bat slammed into his face again, and blood dribbled down his forehead.

Deciding to play possum, Malcolm gave a nod as Harry was still. "That's what you get, Potty." He said turning his back, giving Harry the opening he needed to jump at him with his back turned, stabbing the two knives into his shoulder blades causing Malcolm to scream in pain as he dropped the bat.

"You almost had me." Harry said spitting out some blood as he twisted the knife in the left shoulder blade causing Malcolm to cry out.

But the knife in the right shoulder blade, he took out.

"Let me thank you for everything." Harry said stabbing the knife into the back of Malcolm's neck as the tip protruded out his jugular.

Seeing the body slump, Harry pulled the knives out as he stumbled, his vision blurred. 'G-Got to make it back to the stream.' Harry thought before hearing a car door. 'N-No.'

Quickly moving down the stairs, Harry tripped as he made it to the back door.

Pushing himself up, he made it out the back as he heard the front door opening and escaped into the woods behind the houses.

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Harry was feeling his vision swimming as he ran through the woods, it wasn't long before he heard the scream when he made it to the woods and he was trying his best not to pass out here as he heard the stream of water.

Making it there, Harry tripped and rolled on the floor accidently cutting his arm with one of the knives and the blood loss was making Harry lose focus before he heard the static noise again.

Looking up to see Slenderman, Harry gave a weak bloodstained smile before he passed out.

To Be Continued...

Definitely longer then the first chapter and I think I did well with this one, showing Harry killing his four victims as well as meeting Slenderman who decided to give Harry a test to see how he would do.

Now I had three people ask for Toby to be the one to find Harry and one person asking for Ben, but Slenderman won in a landslide with six people asking for him.

Oh and as for Harry 'Thanking People' I reread the first chapter and for some reason I wanted that to be his main motivation for killing.

Like how Sally say's 'Let's Play' then Ben say's 'You Shouldn't Have Done That' and finally Jeff saying 'Go to Sleep'.

I figured it would be something that would work for Harry in this story.

Time to answer reviews!

Kurohi Rokujou: Sorry for not having Ticci Toby being the one to meet him, but Harry will meet Toby in the future, I can promise you that.

Ultima-Owner: Hope this didn't disappoint you.

Karnevalfreak59: Well he'll meet Toby in the future but I hope you enjoyed how I had him and Slenderman interact before Slendy decided to 'test' Harry to see how he would do.

Coldblue: I've been wanting to type a dark story after finding out about Creepypasta, who I made pretty tamed in my CP Duelist. I will have them be tamed around each other, but when they're out killing people they'll be who they truly are. I didn't do much depth in the first chapter because I didn't think I would continue this story, but I'm happy that I was pretty creative with the Dursley's deaths. You're absolutely right with Slenderman fitting the bill with finding Harry. Hopefully he wasn't too much out of character with how I typed him in this story as well as how he grew more interested when Harry pretty much did a wandless summoning spell to the Knives.

Now for your questions. 1) Only rumors, they're only known through the internet so I doubt the magical world would know of the recent ones like Jeff, Eyeless Jack but ones like the Rake and Slenderman will be known and avoided only to a select few like Dumbledore. 2) They will be seen as dark creatures once they come to light in the Magical World, but that won't be for awhile. 3) Well for his first three years, he will be left alone as Dumbledore keeps an eye on him, but he will be questioned by almost everyone. 4) Yes, especially when he learns more control. 5) Overtime yes they will.

Nivosus-Whitefox: So true on that one and I hope you liked how it went.

Fight99: That would've been interesting but considering how Harry never really played a video game before, as shown as when he stole Gordon's after killing him, it wouldn't really work out. Plus Slenderman had more requests.

IciclefangAJ: Man this guy has a lot of requests for showing up.

Alright that's enough out of me, Spidey is signing out!