A.N.: No major changes here either guys. However, warnings for newbies are at the bottom. Look if you're particularly squeamish.

Update 6/15/15: Absolutely nothing important has changed. Just minor mistakes.

Chapter 4

The Killer Within

"Take your worst nightmares, and put my face to them."

-Tommy Lynn Sells

"Seriously Sirius? Get the FUCK OFF." James exclaimed.

"Yes I am so seriously serious. However, I am also named Sirius, like seriously." Sirius flicked his hand down and rolled his eyes in a very not-manly way.

"Seriously-I mean, just shut the fuck up Padfoot." Sirius just grinned in reply.

"How about you both shut the fuck up hmmm?" Snape growled.

"I concur!" Tonks said happily. The three enemies just stared at her in disbelief. She just continued smiling.

"Come on. We need to get to the club in time. Who knows how long we have before they scatter?" Moody whispered.

They all trudged onward, cloaking their obviously Light auras to the best of their ability. Overly Light and Dark wizards, or wizards who had practiced one type of magic or the other only, could sense when another wizard was partial to their opposite type of magic. Since most of them were overwhelmingly Light wizards, besides Snape and surprisingly Moody, in a very Dark area, they needed to hide.

They soon came upon an obnoxiously light-lit bar with the words "Ripper's Cauldron" written across the top. The letters were crimson-colored and seemed to have an inner glow, similar to fluorescent lights in the Muggle World.

"Come on. We need to see if they're there yet or not." Shacklebolt motioned them all inside and they all stood off in various positions, trying their best to look casual, and checked for familiar faces.

"So you see, Mr. Montresor, it would be prudent of you to join our Lord. There is a war coming and it would be best if you choose our side."

Harry just wanted to laugh. Like he hadn't already thought of joining the Dark Lord? The only reason why he hadn't was because he refused to be anyone's servant. If Harry were to join with Voldemort he would either be paid or treated as a partner.

He didn't care how powerful he was; he would never let someone mark him. Never again.

All of a sudden Harry felt a wave of disgustingly Light magic with a tinge of dark and, dare he say it, werewolf? Harry felt the insane urge to giggle. The only werewolf that would be with the Light would be Remus Lupin. So, this must be the Order of the Phoenix. Did these Death Eaters really allow that group of idiots to learn of their plans? How pathetic.

Harry made sure to enhance his wards so it seemed like they were all still talking about their plans, or simply very easy to ignore, while he said, "I hate to cut this wonderful evening short, but we have company. In the Light variety. I would say to get your wands out, but I see you all already have. Good. Since I'm sure they have come for both you and me, I will fight with you. However, do not take this as an agreement. I will meet with your Lord, then make a decision on where my loyalties lie. We shall make arrangements at a later date."

Harry turned toward his favorite person in the small group. "Care to play together Lady Lestrange? I have a feeling it would be most fun to be your dueling partner."

Bella smiled manically at Harry and he gave her a sadistic grin back.

She's like a rabid dog…. I believe we shall be the best of friends.

They all stood up smoothly, even Barty Crouch; he wasn't part of the Inner Circle for nothing. They prepared themselves and with a nod from each of them, Harry snapped his fingers and pandemonium ensued.

The Order of the Phoenix members had been watching a man cloaked in black and many members of the Inner Circle talking for some time now. However, all of a sudden, it seemed like a false cover was ripped off of them.

In their place were all the of Death Eater's with their wands raised and a boy, probably not more than 15 years old, with a face they would have never expected to see with a group of infamous Death Eaters.

The boy reeked of power and he slowly raised his wand arm. His face was disfigured with an evil expression promising death and pain. His Avada Kedavra green eyes glowed in the dark and he whispered something.

It seemed like everyone but the Order heard what he said, for all other customers exited the building quickly. The bartender nodded his head in the boy's direction in thanks and apparated out as well.

This all happened in a span of 3 seconds. Montresor then cocked his head, looking more like a child then he ever had before. His musical voice was filled with dark humor and was sweet like honey, almost too sweet. "Good evening." Then it all went to hell.

Various spells went off from each side. Greens, dark reds, and purples in the form of dark curses came from Harry's side and bursts of yellow, blue, and red came from the other.

While the Death Eaters were a powerful force, Harry was a being all his own. His wand shot off various dark spells. He hadn't yet said the killing curse, but that was because you couldn't erase the memory of your wand if you cast an unforgivable for about two weeks. Spells that powerful left a residue that couldn't be removed easily.

So for now, Harry played nice. Besides, cutting curses were so much more fun. It seemed that somehow one of those damn Order members summoned back-up for there were now over a dozen aurors inside the club.

For a moment the other Death Eater's seemed to despair, but Harry just smirked over his shoulder and whispered, "Not to worry my dearies. The more the merrier, right?"

Most of the time they would have just ignored anyone with such confidence, but they had felt the full extent of Harry's magic. There was no way they would lose tonight.

Bella grinned to her new favorite playmate and the Lestrange brothers both winked at him. Harry realized that even if he didn't join the Dark Lord, he had a feeling he would continue fraternizing with these dark wizards/witch.

Especially Ms. Bellatrix. Harry decided to forgo his wand and began shooting wizards with his guns. Heads, arms, and legs blew off everywhere and soon enough Harry was covered in blood and gore. He truly looked like some sort of demon, with his baring of teeth and eyes widened with sadistic glee.

He began to cackle, for he had never been in such a battle before. Yes, it was satisfying to kill one person at a time, but there were so many! And the screams were like an orchestra. So many different pitches and wonderfully varied lengths of shrieks.

One after another just randomly ending, which signified another had died, and if that didn't send a pleasant shiver down his spine... All the screams seemed to work together in harmony and Harry just wanted to sigh in complete and utter pleasure. So he did. And then he laughed some more and the cycle began again.

He could practically taste the fear in the air. Fear of him. Yes…this was what life was about. Unfortunately, soon all the backup aurors were killed and they were left with fighting the strongest Light people, Order members.

"Love, as much fun this has been, I need to take care of dear couzie." Bella bit Harry on the shoulder and kissed his cheek, staining it with blood from her latest victim. It seemed that Bella enjoyed ripping throats out…literally. Who knew?

"Of course my dear. We will have to do this again." Bella just nodded vigorously in agreement and skipped away, cackling madly as she went.

Harry was soon faced with Shacklebolt, a supposedly very powerful auror. They dueled for a few minutes, but Harry soon became bored so he sent a cutting curse at his stomach.

Intestines and guts spilled to the ground and his eyes bugged out in a way Harry thought extremely funny. Harry raced up to him and held all of his organs in place. Green eyes bore down into fearful brown.

"Yes my dear sweet lamb. You feel that? That's your life slipping away." While Harry whispered all of this in a strangely in-awe tone, he gently lay the shocked auror to the ground. The screams and sounds of battle continued to echo around them, but to those two it seemed as if they were in their own little world.

"You're going to die tonight and there's nothing you can do about it." The complete and utter truth in that statement made Shacklebolt's eyes widen and mouth open as if he meant to say something, but nothing came out. All he managed to do was blink frequently and repeatedly open and close his lips. Lips stained with blood.

Harry then reached inside his chest, ripped out his heart, and showed it to Shacklebolt. Green eyes shone with something the dying man couldn't identify, but was completely terrified of, at the sight of the still-beating organ.

"You can survive 15 seconds without your heart Mr. Shacklebolt. I cannot wait to see the lights leave your eyes."

They stared at each other, a single tear falling down the black man's cheek. Harry grinned, his eyes speaking of the insanity usually hidden within so many masks. Harry made sure to show his real self whenever he killed up close, for didn't any who were murdered so personally deserve to see their executioner's real face?

"Goodnight." Harry whispered, and his final breath was taken.

WARNING: Battle scene, psychotic musings, and detailed character death. Gore too.