Disclaimer: This is a fan written work based on the works of J.K. Rowling. It might possibly also have some elements of a number of other works, like the anime Hellsing/Naruto. I also DO NOT own Disney or Star Wars. There is no money being made from this, it is merely a work meant for the entertainment of myself and the masses. This is merely for fun, and no profit. I repeat: I am not making any money out of writing this.

Warning: OCs OOCs Sues, and some crack. You have been warned.

Note 1: AU.

Note 2: I'm not all that good when it comes to writing accents.

Promotional Sentence 1: Read Lord of the Phoenix's "Player" if you want a dose of what Harry could also do in his life, set after 5th year.

Promotional Sentence 2: I would suggest reading Tigerman's "Portus" (One-shot) and "RuneMaster" (novel length), they're both great fics, especially "Portus". (mail me if you want me to advertise your fanfic)

This Chapter is Dedicated to Wiinddance, athenagal22, T21, and GaarasMyBoyzz

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Damned

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chapter three

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It was his third time doing this.

He dropped down from the ceiling behind one of the guards doing their rounds at the school. It was a private school, one that while closed at night had guards patrolling them place just in case anyone wanted to stir up some trouble, vandalize school property, or steal test papers.

Unfortunately the guard did not hear him land, and was also unable to detect the hand that had gone through his chest in a swift motion, which followed him losing his heart in the swift process. The wound Harry had inflicted knit itself back together instead of remaining as it was. He then left the body on the ground, to be discovered by one of the other members of the shift, or possibly by the students in the morning.

He decided to play the role of serial killer, some people would call them demons which was why he chose that mode of killing. He had already killed three people in the span of the past two times. Serial killers are known for their patterns, and his was a little bit complicated. It was like a triangle, he figured, the first person he killed was a security guard of a mall, after killing the man in the same way as he had done this night, he researched the man, he did take a peek at the man's ID for the address and name. From there, he moved to the next street, and picked out two residents, they too were security guards. This third time, his targets were from the street after the last one, and he had two more targets to take out.

His second target for the night was another security guard, one stationed just inside a bank. He didn't really have much of a problem getting in. All he had to do was pop right in, though he didn't use that method instead he crawled through the vents, then dropped down behind the guard and tore out the man's heart, then sent it to storage like the last one. His third and final target for the night was a man that had been assigned to watch an alley where people were said to have disappeared some of the time during that month, well a lot more people during that month, compared to any other month.

The man didn't stand a chance as Harry simply stood behind him, and shoved his hand through the man's back, and out his chest, heart in hand. It too was sent back to storage, while Harry sealed up the wounds, and left the man on the ground, dead, with nary a look of shock or surprise, he died quickly and quietly. Authorities only found his body when he hadn't called in at his assigned report time.

As he watched the news the next morning, as well as read the special edition newspaper issues about the third set of attacks from the serial killer. He liked the way that the story was presented, that there was no obvious pattern yet to the killings, there were six deaths so far.

The police were so sure that it was serial killing, since they were security guards, or simply guards since that last one was a guard of a sort. They still had no motive, no suspects, and their cause of death was limited to all the victims being literally heartless.

The manner in which all of the men had died was a mystery, as not one of the detectives or crime scene investigators could figure out in the world were the victims' hearts removed from their bodies completely, and so cleanly. Even the severed vessels within the bodies of the deceased were unable to clue in the investigators as to how exactly were the hearts removed.

He went hunting again that night. Hunting more guards, four this time, from the next street. They were not necessarily security guards, two were bodyguards, brothers too, the third was a watchman at a private cemetary, and the last man was a museum guard.

The two bodyguards were employed by some really successful businessman that had some illegal on-the-side projects. He had a meeting with some of his underground associates, and which was why, for once, the pattern would be thought to have been broken, or that the killings were not related to the serial killing. That would be up until the autopsy of the bodyguards.

It was a bit cliched, but the meeting was held in an empty warehouse, owned by the businessman. His name was Marcus Zabini, distant relations with the Zabini Trio, since they themselves were of the upper echelon of Hell. He was the seventh in a long line of men that had taken their wife's surname. It looked like he was going to be snuffed out, for once, not by his wife, but by someone else entirely.

Harry snuck into the warehouse, undetected. He had decided to wear his high school japanese uniform rip off, otherwise known as his black uniform. But of course he still wore his dark blue rubber shoes.

The meeting was between Marcus Zabini, and the head of of a big time smuggling group, the goods were drugs of course, as it was quite profitable. Harry's didn't really care all that much about their business. So while the negotiations between the two heads was going on, he struck. Taking out he guards by surprise. No one knew what hit them until it was over. He simply moved to fast for their eyes to track. The twin bodyguards were the first to fall, their hearts immeidately sent to storage, their bodies looking uninjured, while at the same time missing their hearts. The other men were not so lucky, not so pristine.

Harry tore them apart, limb from limb, literally. There was no time form pleading, simply bloodshed, the warehouse walls were painted crimson, and the floor was coated with their entrails. When Harry left, he made sure to use one of the moblie phones owned by one of the dead smugglers, and phoned the police about a disturbance in the area. After which, he went off in search of his next target.

It looked to be a night of deviations from the pattern, since his next stop being the private cemetary had a few more people in it, than he had expected. He expected only his original target, but apparently there were more. Teenagers, having a bit of fun, enjoying their break while it lasted.

Harry moved in on the guard before he could alert the teens or shoo them away. The man was dead before he knew Harry was there. His body was carefully and slowly leaned against a tombstone, while his torch was placed in his hand, to make it look as if he had felt a bit weak, leaned on the tombstone, then died. It would only be noted that his heart was missing after the autopsy. There was sure to be an autopsy since the CSI would also discover the obvious remains of a group of around seven teenagers. Their body parts strewn about, but there was to be no blood left at the crime scene. Harry decided to keep it stored, just in case he ran into vampires or needed human blood for something.

In exchange for not painting the place red, he mounted the teenagers' heads on whatever was available to be made into pikes. The materials he used were the branches of the trees in the area. He made sure to leave evidence that they were having an orgy before something happened to them which led to their imminent demise.