Harry casually sat outside of Florean Fortescue's Ice-Cream Parlour licking a triple chocolate ice-cream, as he watched the bustle of people pass by.

After entering the alley, determined to create chaos, he had hit a bit of a wall when he realised that he didn't actually know how he should create said chaos. He had to admit that he didn't really have a plan in mind when he had left, he was just really bored, and leaving that stuffy house seemed like the best way to sate that boredom, and if he had the opportunity to mess with people too, well he wasn't going to pass that up.

So here he was, bored again. Granted, he did have an ice-cream now, so it wasn't too bad.

He watched as a young boy ran out of the doorway to the ice-cream shop holding a small cup of ice-cream and a plastic spoon. The boy dodged and weaved through the large crowd, darting in seemingly random directions to avoid knocking into people and causing his ice-cream to fall. Eventually he reached to other side of the path where he met up with a rather large woman and started gushing happily at her.

Harry tilted his head in thought, being careful not to let his scar show from behind his hair. Spoons, he thought, I quite like spoons today. He stared down at his pink plastic spoon, blinked, and wandlessly changed the colour of the spoon to black. He smiled in satisfaction and leaned back in his chair to continue his people watching.

He soon zoned out. People weren't all that interesting to him and he did not care for watching them live out their pitiful existences. He instead started to think on how he could entertain himself.

If he really was going to mess shit up, the most productive way would be to fuck up both Dumbledore and The Order, and Voldemort and his Death Eaters.

An idea came to him and a glint of anticipation showed in in eyes.

He stood up with the ease and grace of a person comfortable in their own bodies, and discarded his empty ice-cream cup and spoon in a nearby trash can. He then cast a faint notice-me-not charm over himself since people tended to stare when he was in the near vicinity of them.

He casually strode down the street, gracefully dodging and weaving through the people in his path. He passed numerous shops until he reached a courtyard where people were able to apparate into the shopping district. The area was kept relatively empty, with people leaving it as soon as they appeared there so they didn't run into anyone.

The courtyard was a large open space with various streets coming off of it, leading into many different alleys, the biggest being Diagon Alley. Harry ducked into a small street off of the courtyard that he knew led to a dead end. He cast strong wards, deterring anyone from even noticing the alley.

Harry then started to work.

Magic was tangible in the air, simmering and filling every crevice of the small alley. Harry glowed with power as the magic around him caressed his body. His eyes shone brightly. If they had once been a star in the night sky, they now appeared like the sun on a cloudless day.

Harry was on his knees, crouched over his creation. A motionless that figure was slowly forming from the head down as Harry chanted under his breath in Latin. Once the body was complete, it showed a man who was well built with a nondescript face.

Harry continued chanting.

Slowly the body stood up in a stock still position. The lack of breathing was noticeable but Harry was expecting it.

It wasn't alive.

Harry's chanting slowly tapered off until the alley was silent once again and the magic that had formerly been overwhelming, calmed.

Harry slowly stood up straight from his crouch on the ground and turned to face the naked motionless body. He slowly walked around the 'person', inspecting every inch of it until he came to a stop in front of the body again. The man stared at him with a passive expression, no emotions to be seen, which was to be expected since it didn't actually have emotions. Harry waved his wand and clothes appeared on the body.

Now for the real test.

"Duplicate" Harry said firmly. At first nothing happened, but gradually it became noticeable that the body was stretching sideways, like it was made of rubber. It then split down the middle and the two different pieces of what had one been one person, reformed back into two of the original body. They were identical.

Harry smiled in satisfaction, casting a cruel shadow over his face.

This had been an experiment of his own that he had done after his third year. He had wanted to modify the spell that would create a golem. Golems were limited. They could follow basic orders, but they were never able to complete any tasks as efficiently as a human would. Furthermore, they were never able to properly imitate a human, and they were never able to do magic. Harry's version of the golem could do that and so much more. When the golem was created, it formed a link between itself and its creator, this link served as a way for the creator to give constant commands to the golem. The golem was able to perfectly imitate a human, acting as if it had emotions and a mind of its own. The golem was able to shapeshift to change its appearances, which also gave it the ability to create duplicates of itself. And it was able to do magic.

Since golems don't have an actual magical core, it means that they instead have to draw their magic from their creator. Obviously, this would take up a lot of energy, so most wizards would have trouble maintaining even one golem for an extended period of time, and that further depended on whether they could create one in the first place, since it's an immensely complicated spell. However, Harry is not most people, and he has never even used up a quarter of his magical reserves. Even when using so many powerful spells that it would leave an average wizard merely a squib. So Harry wasn't particularly worried.

Harry created many more duplicates until he had around thirty golems in total.

The scene was set, with the civilians oblivious to the danger they were soon going to be put in and the golems garbed in Death Eater uniforms, ready to attack.

Harry sat at a cafe located on a corner that connected the apparation courtyard and an alley composed of mainly restaurants. He took a seat that gave him the best view of the courtyard to watch the coming show.

Multiple loud cracks sounded from the courtyard. This wasn't an unusual occurrence, however the billowing dark cloaks and plain white masks covering thirty odd people, were. Panic ensued as curses were flown from the wands of the supposed Death Eaters. People ran screaming in random directions in an attempt to escape being hurt. Many conveniently forgetting that they were standing in a place where they could easily apparate away.

Harry shook his head, people these days.

Out of the corner of his eye, Harry notice a woman who had tripped over as she ran from one of the men in black. She flipped herself over so that she was facing upwards, and a look of pure terror overcame her face as she noticed the towering figure leaning over her.

Harry looked away disinterestedly, instead choosing to focus on his caramel milkshake, ignoring the piercing scream that came from the woman's direction. The milkshake was quite delicious.

As Harry was on the last drop of his drink, more cracks sounded and people started appearing in the courtyard

The aurors had arrived.

Harry pouted when he realised he had finished his milkshake. He sighed and slowly stood up and started strolling down Diagon Alley.

He absently noticed that his golems had now started raiding various shops. One came running out of the quidditch shop carrying handfuls of thistles that he had ripped off the ends of brooms. Another exited the apothecary, floating around ten cauldrons full of bugs eyes and frog legs, as another shot down aurors stopping them from interfering. He noted a third golem exiting the ice-cream parlour holding as many pink spoons as possible, but instead of leaving to go somewhere else, he sat at a table placing his spoons down too, and started turning them black.

Harry nodded in approval.

He continued his stroll down the street. Most of the civilians had managed to get get away and now the area was only occupied by his golems and aurors. Oh wait, he thought, is that Dumbledores order I see? Many order members had arrived, immediately throwing themselves into the fray. Harry shouldn't have known about The Order of the Phoenix, since he hadn't met them yet and Dumbledore hadn't thought it prudent to inform him of their existence, however, Harry knew lots of things he shouldn't know, so it wasn't entirely unexpected.

It wasn't just The Order that had appeared though. Real Death Eaters had also started appearing. They wore normal robes, since wearing their Death Eater robes would be counterproductive. They also wore glamours so nobody noticed people that had previously been acquitted for being Death Eaters showing up to a supposed Death Eater raid. At least they had some brains in them.

While the order went straight to fighting, the Death Eaters seemed to hold back. Instead they seemed to be looking for something.

Or someone.

Harry was pleased by this, that they were trying to find the creator of the golems. Or the leader of the attack, since they didn't actually know that they were golems. Of course they wouldn't find him if he didn't want to be found. But did he really want to remain hidden when he could have so much more fun out in the open? Besides, he had always wanted to get captured, he wanted to experience what being held in a dungeon was like. He had also always wanted his own dungeon, and what better dungeon to model his after than Voldemort's himself.

With his decision made, he ducked into an alley and released the charm placed over him, and then strode out into the open towards one of his golems. The golems stopped stuffing his pockets with candy and turned to face his creator. Harry ordered it, through the link, to bow lowly to him and then he started a rather one sided conversation with it about no particular topic.

Harry watched out of the corner of his eye and noticed that none of the aurors had taken notice of him, nor had any of The Order of The Phoenix. However, he did see two Death Eaters gesturing towards him. He pretended he didn't sense the person sneaking up behind him. As he was stupefied he allowed the link to dissolve and his golems started to crumble, leaving not even a pile of dust where they once stood.

Then he allowed himself to lose consciousness.