Chapter 2
[Flashback]
"...So you're coming?" He said with a smile
"Yeah, I'm coming with you," Harry said with his own smile as he left side by side with the infamous serial killer.
As they walked around the neighborhood, Harry watched as he mentally rigged all the gas pumps in each house on the street, filling the air with gas.
He then summoned a sniper rifle as he laid on the ground, taking aim at the Dursley home and said, "Bang!"
BANG!
The single gunshot rang out into the night air and what came after was silence as the man told Harry, "Wait for it..."
And then...
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
All the neighborhood house, one by one went off, each house exploding into pieces as Harry and the older man watched with glee as the screams and cries of the people down below cried out in agony as they tried to escape but couldn't.
The man was brought out of his amusement by a chuckle from the boy beside him, enjoying himself as much as he was.
'Very interesting, kid. Let's see how you pan out in the future,' He thought before nudging Harry, bring his attention to him.
"Come on, kid. I like the smell of blood as much as the next fucker, but it gets sticky and hard after awhile."
"Yeah, but where are we going?"
"A secret place..." The man said, with his finger to his lips
"Very well," Harry said, ending the conversation
'Even if I die after this, at least the Dursleys and the rest of those ignorant bastards get to rot in hell first,' Harry inwardly shrugged
[Present]
The two of them then left as they started their slow walk to a hotel as they walked together in silence.
[Hotel]
Harry and the infamous serial killer the Bloodhound, entered the hotel, tilting his hat back just a small bit he glanced down at Harry who kept his eyes forward. As they walked towards the front desk, the attendant working it looked up at them and was shocked at seeing Harry in his current state.
She moves around the desk and kneels before Harry and asked, "Are you okay?"
Before the tall man could come up with an excuse, Harry speaks up.
"Oh, I'm fine," Harry said, shrugging off her concern
"B-but, you are covered in blood!" She said as she gestured to his clothes
Harry looked at his scarlet stained clothes and laughed, "Ha, this is fake blood. There was a prank party at my friend's house and we use the time whenever it is his birthday this time of year to create new pranks and ideas for summer."
"Really...? And the man behind you?" She asked, glancing at the older man.
"He's a family friend of my dad. He wanted me to stay with him for the evening. He's my godfather you know."
"Oh! He's your godfather, my apologies for stopping you, sir," She said, slightly bowing her head in apology
"Oh, it's nothing. It just shows you a big heart to care," Harry smiled, making the female attendant blush.
"I see, well have a good night and here you are sir," She said, standing up and giving him their suite key.
"Thank you," He said with a nod
"Yeah thanks, come on. My clothes are sticking to my skin," Harry said, tugging on his jacket sleeve.
The tall man smiled and poked Harry's forehead, making Harry snort in amusement.
The woman returned back to her desk, smiling at the nice family moment.
When Harry and the older man got in the elevator, Harry waved once more to the nice lady who blushingly waved back as the doors closed.
When they finally did, he snorted with a smirk as he glanced down at Harry.
"Fake blood, really?" He whispered
"Hmph~, don't judge. It worked. If she was anymore intrusive, I would have obliviated her of seeing me," Harry returned without looking at him before the doors opened and they went to their bedroom.
Harry strips himself of his bloody clothes and drops them on the floor as he plans on throwing them in the incinerator to destroy all the evidence as he took a long shower, washing away all the blood and grime from his body.
He scrubbed himself clean and then he turned it off the water as he stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist as he searched he found what he was looking for inside the bedside table of the suite.
He pulled on a hotel t-shirt and went into bed as the serial killer looked at him from the corner of his eye.
Harry glanced at him and said, "Planning to kill me now?"
"Hmph, maybe, if you continue being so cheeky," He replied
"Hm~," Harry huffed, before turning around and falling asleep.
The man raised an eyebrow before going to sleep himself, he would make his decision about Harry tomorrow.
[Next Day]
The Bloodhound of Gotham silently rose up from his bed and saw that Harry was still asleep as he silently made his towards Harry's bed.
'I could easily kill him to put him out of his misery...Well...I could have if not for this...' He thought as he silently molded his magic into a pair of hands to strangle Harry, but an aura of magic surrounded Harry, preventing him from touching the younger boy.
Harry slowly turned around to face him and said,"Good Morning, trying to kill me already?"
"Just checking," He shrugged, recalling his magic back into himself
Harry raised an eyebrow as if to say, 'Checking for what?'
"To see if you not entirely helpless as you look," He said with a shrug
"Good to know," Harry said as he jumped out of bed and made his way out of the room and said, "I'll be back."
"Sure," He replied, falling back on his bed and turned on the television.
The Pivet Drive Fire!
Pivet Drive was set ablaze! At 10:42 PM on June 10, 1990, the massive fire was started on the 4th House on Pivet Drive, investigators are still investigating the cause of the large fire. Firefighters fought the massive fire for five long hours and thankfully the fire did not spread to other neighborhoods. The police are still counting the number of deaths the fire caused and we will tell you more when more information is given.
Harry snuck out of the room and saw the hidden camera in the hallway and walked out of its sight before turning it off so he could rummage through people's luggage to obtain another pair of clothes and returns back to the room.
He sees him watching tv who took a glance at Harry, "Stealing clothes already. Shame~."
"Ha. Ha. Funny," Harry replied flatly, before going to the bathroom to take another shower
He continued to watch the news and smirked at the number of deaths as he apparently killed every single person on Pivet Drive and the single survivor of his massacre was taking a shower in the bathroom.
'This will be interesting... This will be nothing short of interesting...' He thought to himself as he heard the shower turn off.
+Newsfeed+
...60 deaths and people are still confirming the numbers. Hold on, I am getting news of a scandal in the police force. Apparently, one police officer was just arrested for corruption as he was being paid to ignore the abuse of a young boy and repeatedly take him back to his abuser's home.
What? Really?! How can anyone do that? Is the boy okay? Or was he another victim of the fire?
I am not sure. The investigators are looking into it, however, that officer will be in prison for a long time.
If he can accept money to keep the abuse of a child a secret, I don't feel sorry...
We at BCC Breakfast will give you more information when it becomes apparent.
+Newsfeed+
Harry walked out of the bathroom wearing the stolen clothes that he managed to transfigure to fit his smaller frame.
"Is the news really that interesting?" Harry asked, walking towards him, a towel over his head to dry his hair.
"Oh, just tallying the deaths of your ex-neighbors," He shrugged
"Really, how many?" Harry asked, curious
"60 deaths so far," He replied
Harry squinted his eyes and said, "Hopefully, the old bitch is dead along with her damn cats."
"What old bitch? Do you think she could have survived?" He asked looking at Harry raising an eyebrow
"She's strange..." Harry said and that would all he would say
"I see...I'll look into it," He said, tilting his head up in thought
"Yeah, I am heading downstairs to eat," Harry replied, making his way towards the door
"Bring no attention, I'm going to search for my next targets." He said, stretching his limbs
"Yes, sir," Harry quipped before leaving the room
The man smiled to himself as he had plans for the next people to ruin along with the old bitch Harry was talking about as a large grin nearly split his face in two.
With Harry, he went downstairs to eat in his new pair of clothes and when he finished, he walked out of the hotel and wandered into town.
As he walked, making his way through crowds of people, easily swiped someone's wallet taking all their money before dumping the empty wallet in a nearby trash can and walked away. As he passed the bookstore, a bushy-haired girl accidentally bumped into him and she turned around and said, "I'm sorry!" as she ran further away.
Harry immediately moved against the store window as a group of boys chased after her. He couldn't really couldn't help that his interest was peaked as he made his way to follow the boys as they cornered the girl in an alley.
He heard them say:
"You have some nerve, beaver teeth!" Bully #1 yelled
"You're just a spoiled little nerd!" Bully #2 sneered
"Yeah! After we teach you a lesson, you are going to do all of our homework, if you mess up, we will beat you again!" Bully #3
The girl trembled as she pressed her book against her chest as she prepared for the pain of being hit or shoved to the floor, but after several seconds she didn't feel any pain and when she opened her eyes to see a boy who pounced on her attackers.
He was smaller and thinner, but he was much faster as she watched in shock as the group of boys didn't stand a chance against him. He punched and kicked them into unconsciousness and he gave them all one last hard kick to the head for good measure.
Blood stained their faces along with bruises beginning to form, but Hermione couldn't really bring herself to feel sorry for unconscious attackers as she watched Harry spit on one of the unconscious boys.
"Pathetic...Picking on a girl," He growled as Hermione felt a blush paint her cheeks.
After he finished examining his work, he dusted his hands on his pants before turning towards her, making her squeak much to her embarrassment as her face took on the shade of a cherry.
He looked at her, before smirking and with a wave of his hand, he vanished with the wind, shocking her.
She stared at the spot where he once stood before she squeaked when she saw one of her bullies starting to stir and left the alley.
After leaving the alley, Harry spent the entire day, gathering several items for himself and eating to his content before deciding to head back to the hotel.
As he entered his hotel room carrying a stolen backpack filled with all his new clothes, money, and items he took, he saw the older man sitting in the single chair in the corner of the suite waiting for him.
"How was your day?" He asked
"My day was just fine."
"Call me Chris for now. It will make things easier. And fine, huh?" He asked
"Yup, it was rather interesting for a simple day out on the town."
"The items in your bag?" He questioned with a tilt of his head
"They were taken for my benefit," Harry shrugged
"Ha. Not going to tell me what you did today?" Chris grinned
"And ruin my fun?" Harry grinned
Chris chuckled, "Fair enough."
"Found any targets?" Harry asked, jumping on the bed as he looked at Chris
"Actually, yes. And also I found that old bitch you were talking about," He said, looking at the ceiling
"Oh really? Where?" Harry said, settling on the bed with a curious glance
"In a rather shady bar talking into a fireplace..."
[Flashback]
Chris had just exited the hotel and made his way into Platform 9 3/4 and ran through the pillar as he entered the magical world as he made his way to a bar as he wanted a strong drink. The Leaky Cauldron made one of the best. As he took a seat, he saw an older woman entered, her eyes were red from crying for what appeared to be a long time.
He watched her go over to the fireplace, grab a pinch of floo powder and whisper, 'Headmaster's office'.
Then the face of Albus Dumbledore appeared in the flames and said, "Ah, Arabella. How are you?"
"Not well, Albus. Not well at all. This is to do with Harry Potter."
"What happened?" He stated coldly
"It appeared to happen when I was giving my report to you about the progress of how Harry was doing and when I returned I saw the neighborhood was in flames."
Albus didn't respond for a minute before coldly saying, "So you are telling me that the brother of our savior could very well be ashes? James and Lily will be very upset about the death of their oldest son."
"No! I mean, I don't think so. The firefighters and the police haven't found a body that matched Harry's description. He could have accidentally apparated to safety to escape the fire?"
"Hmm~...That could be possible. He did it once more before, why not again. Very well, your mission in the Muggle World is over. Come back and I will have your payment ready."
"Yes, sir. I will meet you in your office in a week's time."
"Of course. For the greater good."
"For the greater good," Arabella stated as Albus' face vanished from the flames
Arabella dusted herself off and made her way back to home as Chris mulled over the conversation he listened to with interest.
"So the boy is very interesting...Well, I always did love fucking up people's plans~," He grinned
[End of Flashback]
Harry was silent for a moment before he snarled as his eyes turning red and his magic started to swirl around him, "Tch. I knew that old bitch was watching me. She knew I was suffering at my former hellhole and she didn't do a damn thing. I want to skin her, I want her miserable head on a pike!"
Chris unleashed his own magic completely overshadowing Harry's own as his eyes glowed a malevolent yellow as he growled an order, "Calm down."
Harry hissed like a snake before he put a lid on his emotions, his irises were nearly red as his pupils became slits.
"Good. Good. Seems you understand who's in charge," He stated, his eyes turning back to black.
"Of course I do, I just want to turn her mind to mush while seeing her face twist in horrified anguish," Harry sighed
"Well, you don't have to worry about that, considering that I am going to take you hunting to cause havoc before we go off to a new place," Chris said, knowing he made the right choice in taking Harry with him.
"And that place would be?" Harry questioned
Chris stated, "Gotham, New York in America."
"I see... When?" Harry asked, his eyes slowly fading back to green
"You seem to be taking this rather well..." Chris asked with a tilt of his head
"We can't stay in one place and nothing is tying me here, especially considering those who stick their noses where they don't belong will soon be after us and by us, meaning me. I don't want to lose my freedom because of an old fuck who puts his nose where its' not wanted nor needed," Harry said, glancing at the window
Chris squinted his eyes at Harry before closing them and replied, "We will be leaving in one month."
"Hmph," Harry huffed before getting off the bed and turned to leave.
"Before you go, I suggest you wrap up whatever plans you have with your new girlfriend," Chris smirked
Harry didn't look at Chris from behind as he chucked a stolen pocket knife at Chris' head who caught it with two fingers and threw it back hitting the wall inches beside Harry's head.
"You are decades too young to kill me, brat," He smiled at Harry's back
"For now~," Harry said as he turned back to give him a smile before leaving the hotel room.
Chris settled in the darkness as he chuckled, "Cheeky brat..."
[Night: Hotel Roof]
Harry slowly made his way up to the top floor before making his way to the rooftop and sat down, just to look down at the people below.
He then looked up at the sky as it started to thunder before it started to rain, drenching Harry before a strike of lightning nearly struck Harry, hitting the area beside him as Harry gave a raised eyebrow as if to say, 'What? That's it?'
Harry sighed as he said, "You aren't going to stop me. Besides...I am too far gone, any place I could have with any of you to live in a place filled with peace after death died the day I killed that disgusting hobo. I am not asking forgiveness nor am I going to. But I will say that I am sorry it came to this. Hopefully, this will teach James and Lily that their actions have consequences... I am rather, still on the fence about whether I should hunt them down and slaughter them or let them stew in their own misery, knowing they turned me into this."
The sky gave him no answer except the rumbling thunder as it continued to rain, as he basked it, almost wishing that the rain would wash him away, but alas, it didn't.
He could feel his heart twist when heard a crowd of people weeping for him...He remembered the voices when he was starving to death in the abandoned apartment during the winters. He let a single tear fall in response before he let the rain wash it away as he slowly left the rooftop.
The cries and calls of the ghosts of his past were slowly growing more distant until he could barely hear them and when he closed the door, the voices and weeping were cut off completely.
Harry didn't know how long he stood with his back towards the rooftop door before he spelled himself dry and he made his way back to his shared hotel room for bed.
"In three days, we will strike and I am going to show you exactly how I slaughter pigs. Do you understand?"
Harry nodded before going to sleep as Chris turned in for the night as well.
Britain would never know what hit them.
[Three Days Later...Night Time]
Christopher and Harry were walking downtown, the night air was chilly as everyone wore hoodies and various jackets to protect them from the chill as they went about their business.
Harry looked at Chris and saw how his eyes glowed with mirth as they neared their first target, a regular two-story house of a simple design. There were two cars in the front of the garage, and both of them could sense that there were four people inside the house.
Two adults and two teenagers.
"You know how to turn yourself invisible, right?" He said, not looking at Harry
He nodded once before Chris stated, "When I enter the house, I am going to put a large notice-me-not surrounding the entire house and I want you to stay by the entrance and just watch. Understand?"
"Yes."
Chris glanced at him with a smile before he walked up to the front door, pressing the doorbell before waiting five seconds and then he kicked the door open as Harry felt the spell brush past him and surround the entire area of the house.
An older male voice screamed, "What the fuck?!"
A softer female voice yelled, "Why are you in our house!"
Harry smiled as he tilted his head back as he allowed the screams of the family to wash over him.
Chris had a massive grin on his face as he tackled the father first over the dinner table, as the mother tried to pull him off, only to get backhanded as the daughter was terrified and cowering in her seat, the son ran to help his mother up as Chris lifted the father up by hair before slitting his throat, spraying his blood all over the dinner table and the daughter.
Her scream broke the son out of his shock and he tried to punch Chris as the daughter tried to escape.
Chris caught the incoming fist, only to break the son's arm before he heard a scream, making him glance towards the front broken front door before he quickly snapped the son's neck as he made his way outside, shooting the mother in the head as he made his way past her.
He saw the daughter was screaming for help and saw that her leg was bent in the wrong direction as she was crawling towards the gate. Harry just smiled at him, making Chris quirk up a smile as he takes the daughter's leg and drags her back inside, much to her dismay.
Her screams reach a new pitch before she fell silent like all the others and Harry only watch with fascination as Christopher painted every inch of the dining room red with the blood of the entire family, he placed them in the chairs placed in a circle, their heads were tilted back with their faces twisted in pain with all of their throats slit. Their bodies were pale from lack of blood as the family of four were immortalized in Harry's mind.
Chris let out a sigh of satisfaction and glanced at Harry and said, "Sick? Wish to flee in terror?"
Harry chuckled, "I didn't run away when you destroyed my ex-neighborhood, I am not running away now. Besides I rather like your work. What's next on your list?"
'This one...is more interesting. He has no fear and even prevented one from escaping.' "Follow me," He stated as he repaired the door with a wave of his hand and removed the notice-me spell the surrounded the area.
He placed a hand on Harry's shoulder and the pair vanished with a silent pop.
The pair then made their way into a small apartment and Chris unlocked the door that had the number 341 on the door, entering the small home as Harry closed the door. The two walked until they reached the bedroom with a petite woman lightly snoring the night away as Chris asked, "What do you see, Harry?"
"A pretty woman...other than that, nothing else," He shrugged
"Normal observation," He whispered before he slammed his hand on her mouth and silently bond her to the bed as she looked around to see them before she tried to scream before she paled realizing that she couldn't.
Christopher handed Harry a knife and said, "Go ahead."
The woman tried to silently plead with him, but Harry only patted her on the head before whispering, "I won't apologize but know that you may already think of me as a monster, but I am a freak. Take care when you get to the other side where it's peaceful."
He then stabbed deep into her throat with his knife from the left and ripped it across her neck, causing her to gurgle on her blood as Harry could only take in the light fading from her eyes before Chris sighed, "She's dead. Not bad for a real first timer."
Harry quirked up a smile as he felt strangely warm from the compliment before the older man covered the entire room with her blood, turning her pale as a ghost and Harry memorized her features into the back of his mind.
He whispered, "Thank you..." before Chris took him to the next house with a pop.
The last house of the night was a bit rundown and Chris created the notice-me-not surrounding the house and Harry made his way towards the only living innocent in the house, a boy his own age who was startled awake by his father's screams and saw Harry sitting on his bed, covered in blood.
"W-who are you?"
Harry smiled, before putting a finger to his lips as the universal symbol of silence as he looked at the boy straight in the eye and ordered, "Go to sleep."
The boy felt extremely drowsy before falling back to sleep like a light.
He then made his way back to the living room to find Chris has just finished painting the room with blood and slitting the stomach open of the drunken father of the boy in the other room.
"He's asleep?"
"Yes..."
"Good come on...The morning after people find out will be interesting."
"I'm sure it will be."
Harry neglected to mention that he used passive mind arts to skewer the child's moral compass a bit. It would be fun to see how he came to be in a couple of years.
As the two cleaned themselves up and made their way back to their hotel, the two came across Mrs. Figg as she was walking into a hotel and they followed after her. After finding her room, he knocked and she opened it, wondering who would be here at this hour.
She opened it and saw Harry and asked him to come in and invited the man inside, thinking of how Harry could have survived the blaze and planned on telling Albus and knew that she was going to be in the clear.
The poor woman was unaware of how wrong she was...
Several hours later, Harry and Christopher stepped out as Harry smiled at finally getting revenge on that old bitch for being an observer to his suffering.
Chris smiled, patting Harry on the head and said, "Good job, Harry. Come on."
Harry went wide-eyed as he touched his hair and said, "Yeah."
As the two went into the elevator, Chris looked at his hand in confusion and said, 'Why did I congratulate him? Hmm~, must have been the mess he made of the old bitch. That's it.'
The month has ended and Christopher gave Harry a new name of Jacob (Jake) Lucian and the two bought first class tickets with accommodations for the long trip to the United States before the two finally made it after nearly ten hours of travel and exited the airport where they took a taxi to the center of Gotham as Chris explained everything he knew about the city and announced, "This is Gotham, the most exciting place in America."
The two then went back to his apartment which was clean before he said, "You can have the guest room. It hasn't been used for a while, but you can do whatever you want."
"Alright."
Harry, now Jake then looked at his surroundings before he turned towards the window and smiled at the city, knowing there are many...new things that need to be done as he whispered,
Hello, Gotham. The name is Jake Lucian and it's a pleasure to meet your acquientice~!
Villain Info Corner~: The Bloodhound of Gotham
His name is Dr. Christopher Lucian who stands at the height of 6'3" inches and he is 35 years old. He has olive-toned skin with jet black hair that was pulled back behind his ears, with only a couple strands framing his face, sharp black eyes with a sharp nose and full lips. He was usually armed with his signature curved knife. His M.O is to usually leave his victims in a bloody mess with their faces frozen in horror. His usual victims are a family of four, a single petite woman, and a drunken father.
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