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Chapter Nine- Massacre Pt.1
By Darkness-Nightfall
A/N: I apologise for the unrealism in this chapter, it sort of came out of nowhere.
It was nighttime before Harry was able to start his plan. He had put a Silencing Charm on the room, so that no one would interfere.
Seamus and Dean arrived in the Dormitory, chattering about the new broom Seamus was getting a Nimbus 10 000. They saw Harry and paused for a second.
"Hullo Harry," Said Dean, shutting the door.
"Good Evening." He replied, his eyes starting to warp out. He fought to keep himself under control.
Seamus gave him a weird look, than continued the conversation. It didn't last much longer however, because soon Harry wondered into the conversation.
"Have you ever wondered how you wanted to die?" He asked thoughtfully, staring at the boys.
They stared blankly at him before answering.
"Um... Quick and Painless I guess... "Answered Seamus, sounding unsure.
"Yeah" Chimed in Dean. "The less painful, the Better."
Both boys continued their conversation, but for the second time that night, it didn't last long.
Soon they lay slumped against their beds, necks slit and blood staining their shirts. Harry looked satisfied at his job. Smiling, he cleaned the blood off Salazar Slytherin's knife with a rag before shutting the door.
"Was that painless enough? He said to himself, smiling all the way down the stairs.
Harry slept down in the common room that night. He didn't want anyone to be suspicious of him, as no one had found the bodies yet. He dozed off in front of the fire, dreaming about killing Cornelius Fudge, with a slow and painful death.
He awoke, feeling very satisfied and looked at his watch. 2:34am. Carefully, he glanced around the room, and saw Lavender finishing some potions homework in the corner.
'Ah, she's alone. ' He thought mischievously, making his way over to the girl.
"Hello Lavender. He said kindly, sitting down next to her.
"Need any help?" He asked, watching the girl finish writing her report on the 'use of hellebore to any potion.'
"Oh that would be great Harry, I've been here for hours!" She said, grateful for the help. Harry took her quill and a separate piece of parchment and started writing some tips in point form. As he wrote, he found himself knowing a lot more about potions then he currently thought.
He continued writing, noticing that the point of the quill was sharp, very sharp indeed. It almost cut the parchment when Harry pushed down, and he was beginning to devise a plan.
"Oh Lavender, can you read what this says?" He asked, holding up the parchment and pointing to a spot. She leaned down to have a look, her hair covering her neck. Harry sighed, this was going to be harder then he thought.
"Your hair is beautiful Lavender," He said, pushing strands of it behind her ear. She blushed, still reading over the notes. It was now or Never.
The quill sliced across easily cutting a path in her neck. Blood seeped out, not giving Lavender a chance to scream for help, she was dead before she hit the ground.
Three Bodies slumped in the Gryffindor tower was not an easy thing to miss. Harry sat near the fire that night, worried that someone would find out it was him. Carefully, he brought out his wand and whispered 'mobilacorpse' and instantly all three bodies were following him, down the stairs.
Mrs. Norris had seen Harry on his way out. She alerted Mr. Filch, who poked his ugly head around the corridors, looking for signs of students out of bed. When he found none, he retreated back to his room, muttering things about torturing students under his breath.
The bitter wind whipped across Harry's face as he guided the bodies along the lawns of Hogwarts.
The dark water swirled beneath Harry's feet as one by one the bodies were thrown into the Hogwarts Lake, floating for a few minutes before sinking into the unknown, never to be seen again.
He felt no regrets, and he walked with a sort of passion, as if proud of his job. He felt he had made a difference to the world, he felt suddenly whole.
The next morning was nothing short of chaos. Harry awoke to find Ron glancing around the room, obviously looking for Dean and Seamus.
"Have you seen Dean and Seamus, Harry?" He asked, his eyes wondering over the room. They landed on a small drop of blood, next to Dean's bed.
"They went down to breakfast early, I think." Replied Harry, Doing the buttons up on his shirt.
"Which is where I'll be heading right now." He finished, getting up and walking down the stairs to the common room.
"Lavender? Has anyone seen her?" asked some of the fifth year girls.
"She was meant to help me with my Divination essay!" Cried one girl, frantically searching through her notes.
'Oh where is she?" Replied another one angrily, her blue eyes glistening with anger.
They soon noticed Harry standing at the corner of the boys' staircase, watching them.
"Oh hullo Harry, have you seen Lavender?" They queried, looking over at him.
"Nope, haven't seen her." He said, continuing on his way down to breakfast.
On his way, he saw Professor McGonogal speaking with Dumbledore in a hallway.
"Yes, Yes Albus! Three Gryffindor students are missing! There are no leads, but –"Started McGonogal, looking frantic.
"Minerva, I understand your feelings about this matter. I, however, cannot do anything to help the matter. As much as I feel for those lost, I cannot do anything." He said gravely, walking away.
As he entered the Great Hall, many conversations could be heard. Professor Snape brushed passed him, deep in conversation with the new Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher, whom was rumored to be an ex-Death Eater, because it was the only member of staff apart from Dumbledore that Snape ever felt inclined to talk to.
"I think the little Gryffindors just sneaked off for an unauthorized trip to Hogsmeade," Sneered Snape, seating himself at the table.
"From what I've seen with the Gryffindors I wouldn't be surprised," he muttered back, taking his seat at the opposite end of the table.
Harry felt a surge of Pride at these remarks. 'People were worried,' he said to himself.
'Well, things are going to get a lot more mysterious' He smiled secretly to himself and finished his toast, before walking out and starting Phase two of his plan.
Chapter Nine- Massacre Pt.1
By Darkness-Nightfall
A/N: I apologise for the unrealism in this chapter, it sort of came out of nowhere.
It was nighttime before Harry was able to start his plan. He had put a Silencing Charm on the room, so that no one would interfere.
Seamus and Dean arrived in the Dormitory, chattering about the new broom Seamus was getting a Nimbus 10 000. They saw Harry and paused for a second.
"Hullo Harry," Said Dean, shutting the door.
"Good Evening." He replied, his eyes starting to warp out. He fought to keep himself under control.
Seamus gave him a weird look, than continued the conversation. It didn't last much longer however, because soon Harry wondered into the conversation.
"Have you ever wondered how you wanted to die?" He asked thoughtfully, staring at the boys.
They stared blankly at him before answering.
"Um... Quick and Painless I guess... "Answered Seamus, sounding unsure.
"Yeah" Chimed in Dean. "The less painful, the Better."
Both boys continued their conversation, but for the second time that night, it didn't last long.
Soon they lay slumped against their beds, necks slit and blood staining their shirts. Harry looked satisfied at his job. Smiling, he cleaned the blood off Salazar Slytherin's knife with a rag before shutting the door.
"Was that painless enough? He said to himself, smiling all the way down the stairs.
Harry slept down in the common room that night. He didn't want anyone to be suspicious of him, as no one had found the bodies yet. He dozed off in front of the fire, dreaming about killing Cornelius Fudge, with a slow and painful death.
He awoke, feeling very satisfied and looked at his watch. 2:34am. Carefully, he glanced around the room, and saw Lavender finishing some potions homework in the corner.
'Ah, she's alone. ' He thought mischievously, making his way over to the girl.
"Hello Lavender. He said kindly, sitting down next to her.
"Need any help?" He asked, watching the girl finish writing her report on the 'use of hellebore to any potion.'
"Oh that would be great Harry, I've been here for hours!" She said, grateful for the help. Harry took her quill and a separate piece of parchment and started writing some tips in point form. As he wrote, he found himself knowing a lot more about potions then he currently thought.
He continued writing, noticing that the point of the quill was sharp, very sharp indeed. It almost cut the parchment when Harry pushed down, and he was beginning to devise a plan.
"Oh Lavender, can you read what this says?" He asked, holding up the parchment and pointing to a spot. She leaned down to have a look, her hair covering her neck. Harry sighed, this was going to be harder then he thought.
"Your hair is beautiful Lavender," He said, pushing strands of it behind her ear. She blushed, still reading over the notes. It was now or Never.
The quill sliced across easily cutting a path in her neck. Blood seeped out, not giving Lavender a chance to scream for help, she was dead before she hit the ground.
Three Bodies slumped in the Gryffindor tower was not an easy thing to miss. Harry sat near the fire that night, worried that someone would find out it was him. Carefully, he brought out his wand and whispered 'mobilacorpse' and instantly all three bodies were following him, down the stairs.
Mrs. Norris had seen Harry on his way out. She alerted Mr. Filch, who poked his ugly head around the corridors, looking for signs of students out of bed. When he found none, he retreated back to his room, muttering things about torturing students under his breath.
The bitter wind whipped across Harry's face as he guided the bodies along the lawns of Hogwarts.
The dark water swirled beneath Harry's feet as one by one the bodies were thrown into the Hogwarts Lake, floating for a few minutes before sinking into the unknown, never to be seen again.
He felt no regrets, and he walked with a sort of passion, as if proud of his job. He felt he had made a difference to the world, he felt suddenly whole.
The next morning was nothing short of chaos. Harry awoke to find Ron glancing around the room, obviously looking for Dean and Seamus.
"Have you seen Dean and Seamus, Harry?" He asked, his eyes wondering over the room. They landed on a small drop of blood, next to Dean's bed.
"They went down to breakfast early, I think." Replied Harry, Doing the buttons up on his shirt.
"Which is where I'll be heading right now." He finished, getting up and walking down the stairs to the common room.
"Lavender? Has anyone seen her?" asked some of the fifth year girls.
"She was meant to help me with my Divination essay!" Cried one girl, frantically searching through her notes.
'Oh where is she?" Replied another one angrily, her blue eyes glistening with anger.
They soon noticed Harry standing at the corner of the boys' staircase, watching them.
"Oh hullo Harry, have you seen Lavender?" They queried, looking over at him.
"Nope, haven't seen her." He said, continuing on his way down to breakfast.
On his way, he saw Professor McGonogal speaking with Dumbledore in a hallway.
"Yes, Yes Albus! Three Gryffindor students are missing! There are no leads, but –"Started McGonogal, looking frantic.
"Minerva, I understand your feelings about this matter. I, however, cannot do anything to help the matter. As much as I feel for those lost, I cannot do anything." He said gravely, walking away.
As he entered the Great Hall, many conversations could be heard. Professor Snape brushed passed him, deep in conversation with the new Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher, whom was rumored to be an ex-Death Eater, because it was the only member of staff apart from Dumbledore that Snape ever felt inclined to talk to.
"I think the little Gryffindors just sneaked off for an unauthorized trip to Hogsmeade," Sneered Snape, seating himself at the table.
"From what I've seen with the Gryffindors I wouldn't be surprised," he muttered back, taking his seat at the opposite end of the table.
Harry felt a surge of Pride at these remarks. 'People were worried,' he said to himself.
'Well, things are going to get a lot more mysterious' He smiled secretly to himself and finished his toast, before walking out and starting Phase two of his plan.