Chapter 2: Wait and see:
Harry was in the midst of a wood. For the past few days, he had been in hiding. He didn't want anyone to know where he was. He had been stealing The Daily Prophet from bins for a few days now. Today Rita Skeeter had written three whole pages about him.
"HARRY POTTER, MURDERER"
Harry was angry but at the same time he felt bad. He deeply regretted what he did to Ron. And Hermione. Why did he have to do that? Why?
Well he didn't mean to did he? He just wanted to get his anger out quick before something terrible happened. But look what did happen, he had killed his best friend. The friend that stood by him for years and it was then when Harry realised it didn't matter that he didn't mean to.
He thought about when he lived at The Dursleys. How boring! Maybe he could make the murder a good thing. He had killed someone. He didn't feel all too good about it, but it was exciting. The Boy Who Lived, killing Voldemort, being The Chosen One, finding The Philosopher's Stone, killing a basilisk, saving his godfather, being the fourth champion in The Tri-wizard Tournament and winning it, starting Dumbledore's Army, finding Voldemort's horcruxes, winning the Battle of Hogwarts and now becoming a serial killer. He'd be remembered forever.
He had to kill another person. The guilt was vanishing as he thought about what he could be. He know that The Daily Prophet would make it out to be ten times worse than what actually happened which was, in this case, a plus. Who could he kill? Who really annoyed him? Who had always annoyed him? Well he could easily make a list: Uncle Vernon, Malfoy , Professor Trelawny, Colin Creevy. The list was endless. So, who first?
He finally decided on Pansy Parkinson. She had always been unfair to him. Harry apparated on the spot. He arrived outside the remains of Hogwarts, and sure enough, Pansy was there paying her respects to a friend. Harry went up behind her, not making a sound. He put his wand to her back.
"Any sudden movements, and I'll kill you"
"What?" She replied, obviously surprised with this random attack.
"It's Harry, Harry Potter."
"Oh my.." Pansy was panicking, Harry didn't want to make a scene.
They both apparated, back to the woods Harry had been living in. It was much darker now.
"So you heard then?" Harry said, strutting around, intending to strike terror.
"Who hasn't?" She replied with attitude.
"Quiet" Harry didn't shout this, instead he said it calmly.
"Are you going to kill me?" Pansy said timidly.
"Maybe", Harry started, when he had a brainwave, "You have two options, I can kill you right now, or you can become my sidekick. I can promise you power and glory and to be forever remembered as the greatest witch to roam these worlds."
Pansy looked inspired.
" I accept!" She cried.
"Excellent" Harry felt menacing.
Harry walked through the woods, and Pansy was not far behind. Then Harry felt something in his back, something wand like. He turned around, Pansy was threatening him. He grabbed he wand and flung it across the leaves. Then he grabbed his own wand and performed the Imperius Curse. She was under his control.
"Thought you could take me, did you? Is there nobody I can trust? You're all the same. Double-crossing toads!" Harry spat at her, "That's why I'm going to be different! A new generation of dark wizards. I am Harry Potter and you shall bow down. BOW DOWN!"
"Yes" Pansy replied distantly as if something else was on her mind.
Harry continued, " I will create an army to destroy all." Inside he was a bit frightened. He couldn't believe he was doing this, "Pansy! Let's go."
She replied again with a simple yes.
They both apparated into the darkness on this chilly, starry night, with just a vague idea of who to slaughter. Harry was going to be bigger than anyone had ever imagined him to be. Just wait and see.