Author's Note: here's another. Hopefully you'll like it .
Chapter Two
Don't Stumble Upon Your Feet Lest You Wanna Die
General people believed that to kill people so they'd die horribly needed to use dark arts or advanced magic. And they needed intent to kill or torture to make it right.
Well…one Harry Potter dissuaded this common misconception.
The black haired young wizard didn't intend to kill or torture someone, for he only wanted to stop that someone. And he certainly didn't use dark arts for Albus Dumbledore The Great would sooner lock him in Gringotts vault and told the Boy-Who-Lived to confess his crimes to the pastor (starting from his birth by destroying people's eardrums with his wailing to how he forced Dumbledore to drink the foul tasting and hallucination inducing potion in the inferi invested cave, never mind that it was him who told Harry to do it) before he could ever think of letting him delved into said black arts.
After Dumbledore was killed by that treacherous potion master (whether it was true or not, or that Snape had secret agreement or reason with Dumbledore didn't matter), the death eaters and Draco Malfoy ran from the Astronomy Tower, where the headmaster of Hogwarts now laid perfectly still. With the petrification charm dissolved, fueled by his anger and demand to know why Snape, the one Dumbledore spent his time to tell his order (and especially Harry) to trust, killed him in cold blood, Harry Potter followed them, wand in hand.
Well, perhaps Harry Potter did have ill will for said potion master…and his death eaters, but let's just forget that.
Running down the stairs with his fast speed (even if he was not on his broom) he quickly caught up with the group. Growling in anger, Harry casted a tripping hex to the last person that was coincidentally was Draco Malfoy. Like domino cards, they fell down the stairs, causing the black haired boy to actually stop his running and watched them with an involuntarily wince.
That seemed rather hurt.
It was also unfortunate for the wizards falling down the stairs that the castle felt like moving around its stairs. While Harry stumbled and had to grab handrails to steady himself, the other wizards didn't have the luxury to do that. And when they reached the end of moving stair, they all fell down to their (obviously would be simultaneous) deaths with wails of horror.
The Boy-Who-Lived could only watch with fascinated wide eyes as he heard the sound of loud SPLAT from the bottom of the tower, not even realizing that the staircase had stopped moving altogether, placed in different position. Releasing his grip from the rail he found that it was no easy task, as his legs wobbled. The young wizard was still in shock that his simple tripping hex led to such disastrous result…well not so disastrous per se, but you get the meaning.
Warily the sixteen year old boy cast lumos charm and peered his head from the rail to see below him, the light illuminated the tower like a giant torch. There on the bottom, he could see thick liquid that had sprayed the whole floor and even covering part of the wall that was undoubtedly the blood of the death eaters. There were bundles of unidentified flesh that were parts of their bodies.
It was messy
It was a grim picture
It was traumatizing picture
Harry Potter swallowed
But slowly a satisfied smile bloomed and the giddy feeling appeared.
It was the day that was marked as the day of the birth of the Boy-Who-Was-Scarily-Creepy. Said boy who had gotten his label changed had started to make the most gruesome deaths with the use of simple everyday charms (and the not so everyday charm too, I guess) even more terrifying than by the use of dark arts and the so called advanced magic…if you know the right way to use it of course. And as we already knew, Harry Potter had quite the creativity and imagination to help him.
May God had mercy upon the death(-ly terrified) eaters for Harry was sure as hell wouldn't give it.
Like I said…You didn't need dark arts to kill or maim people. No need to exert your magic to use advanced magic when you could use simple spell, right?
End
Apparently I had gotten so used to writing series fic that in the last chapter I wrote TBC. Pardon me for my mistake.