A/N: sorry this si so short, but the tale is not a very long one anyway. I would have lumped the together, except... ya know, you need suspense!
Harry, with a disgustingly evil sneer, quite surpassing that of the Slytherin which just dealt a fatal blow to Harry, The once merry Emerald eyes, now dark pools of near black silk, the once smiling face, now permanently contorted into a rageful mask, faced the blockage and Harry gripped the handle.
He flung the door aside forcefully and , glimpsing the contents, contentedly caressed the implements on the table. He ran his fingers along the cold steel of the rifle barrell, touched the blade of the chainsaw, and nearly embraced the VERY sharp sickle.
How many had taunted him? Draco, The whole lot of Slytherins at that, The Dursleys, Snape, hmmm... Ron, half the Gryffindor house... ahh, fuck it. Might as well just murder the whole school, he chuckled to himself. What a show! He would wait untill breakfast, then lock the hall doors, and kill as many as he could!
Yes, sounds like a plan. He pulled the invisibility cloak from his robe pocket, gathered the weapons together, and concealed himself in the folds. He laboriously made his way u to the dorm and stuffed everything under his large four poster, before unveiling himself.
"Harry? Harry is that you?" asked a sleepy voice. Shit, Ron is up.
"Yes Ron, It's me, go back to sleep" Harry said in a soothing tone.
"Whatever you say Harry..." Ron answered, obviouly not even fully concious in the first place.
Harry slid under the covers, and let his warped mind contemplate the event to come, dreaming peacefully of blood and Draco's head nestled among the bacon.
Harry, with a disgustingly evil sneer, quite surpassing that of the Slytherin which just dealt a fatal blow to Harry, The once merry Emerald eyes, now dark pools of near black silk, the once smiling face, now permanently contorted into a rageful mask, faced the blockage and Harry gripped the handle.
He flung the door aside forcefully and , glimpsing the contents, contentedly caressed the implements on the table. He ran his fingers along the cold steel of the rifle barrell, touched the blade of the chainsaw, and nearly embraced the VERY sharp sickle.
How many had taunted him? Draco, The whole lot of Slytherins at that, The Dursleys, Snape, hmmm... Ron, half the Gryffindor house... ahh, fuck it. Might as well just murder the whole school, he chuckled to himself. What a show! He would wait untill breakfast, then lock the hall doors, and kill as many as he could!
Yes, sounds like a plan. He pulled the invisibility cloak from his robe pocket, gathered the weapons together, and concealed himself in the folds. He laboriously made his way u to the dorm and stuffed everything under his large four poster, before unveiling himself.
"Harry? Harry is that you?" asked a sleepy voice. Shit, Ron is up.
"Yes Ron, It's me, go back to sleep" Harry said in a soothing tone.
"Whatever you say Harry..." Ron answered, obviouly not even fully concious in the first place.
Harry slid under the covers, and let his warped mind contemplate the event to come, dreaming peacefully of blood and Draco's head nestled among the bacon.