Chapter 3: Murder

Harry silently slipped down the stairs. The receptionist was writing something on a piece of parchment. He looked behind her, to the room where the wands were stored. He jumped as the front door opened. A tall wizard in a long cloak came in. The receptionist looked up, and smiled.

"Hello, Frank." she said cheerfully.

"'Ello!" He replied in a catchy Cockney accent.

While they were talking, Harry crept toward the desk. The receptionist had stood up and was engaged in an animated conversation with Frank. Harry sneaked behind her into the wand room. Once around the corner, he was no longer in the view of the front desk. He let out a sigh of relief, and then began searching through the filing cabinets. They were organised by name, and it was not long before Harry found his wand. Slipping it into his robes, he crept back toward the opening and peeked his head around the corner. Frank was exiting the clinic, leaving the receptionist whistling to herself as she sorted through paperwork. Harry could see no way out without alerting her to his presence. He thought about it for a minute, and finally decided to stun her. He sat against the wall for nearly fifteen minutes, trying to get up his nerve to 'stupify' the witch. Finally, he rounded the corner, drew out his wand, and began:

"Stu-"

Harry was interrupted as the door opened. He dove behind the wall, praying that the receptionist had not heard him begin the stunning spell. He sat for twenty-five minutes, giving his heart a chance to rest. Finally, he got up his nerve once more. He looked around the corner. However, this time he checked outside the building to see if anybody was coming. However, nobody was, so he pointed his wand at the witch. However, in a sudden burst of rage, Harry yelled, "Avada Kadavra!" A flash of green light lit the room with a ghostly glow, and a soft rushing sound filled Harry's ears. Then, the receptionist crumpled into a heap on the floor, dead as a doornail.

Harry stared at what he had done. He had not intended for anyone to die! He glared down at his wand, as if it were somehow its fault. Harry simply stood, his wand outstretched, looking down at his feet. He knew he should get out of there. If he was caught, he would be arrested for sure. After all, he had murdered someone! However, while his mind wanted to run, run away and keep running until he could not run any longer, his body would not obey. He told himself over and over to run, hide, move, but he remained frozen in place, a statue at the scene of the crime.

Suddenly, the door opened. Two wizards entered, joking with each other. They looked up and stared. They saw the receptionist on the ground, dead, and Harry, his wand outstretched, looking aghast at his idiocy.

They stared at Harry, horrified. "Shit," remarked Harry.

He pointed his wand at the wizard on the right. "Avada Kadavra!" he bellowed. Once again the room was filled with green light, and the wizard sank to the ground, dead. The other wizard let out a cry of surprise.

"GAH!"

However, he began to show sensibility, and reached for his own wand.

"Oh no you don't, laddie!" Harry shouted, feeling very proud of his clever wit. "Avada Kadavra!" The room was bathed in green light, a whooshing sound reverberated in Harry's ears, and another wizard fell prey to Harry's killing spree.

At this point, Harry was finally able to move again. "Heh heh heh," he chuckled to himself, feeling very proud of the fact that his legs were obeying him. "I'm moving!"

Then he remembered that he had just committed triple homicide. It was off to Azkaban for him for sure!

"Fuck," Harry remarked.

Five more witches and wizards came strolling in.

"No need for that language, chap!" said one, sounding highly affronted.

"Avada Kadavra!" Harry bellowed.

The wizard fell to the ground, dead like the other three.

The other four yanked out their wands and pointed them straight at Harry. "Quadruple homicide, you monster!" breathed one busty witch. "It'll be off to Azkaban with you!"

"No shit, Sherlock," retorted Harry, inwardly congratulating himself yet again on his wit. "Avada Kadavra!"

The witch collapsed onto the ground.

The remaining three wizards and witch finally realised that they ought to be stunning the deranged Harry rather than talking to him.

Tragically, it was too late.

"AvadaKadavraAvadaKadavraAvadaKadavra!" Harry shouted, knocking off one person after another in quick succession.

Hmm. Octuple-homicide. This was going to cost him.

Before anybody else could unwittingly wander into the room, Harry scurried down the hall and into the WC. "Exclusively trolls and buttered rolls!" he cried, putting his hand under the sink.

The sink let out a loud groan. Then it opened wide, revealing a short staircase leading out into the garden.

Harry trotted down the stairs. Behind him, he heard screams.

"Double, triple, quadruple, quintuple, sextuple, septuple," someone was counting "...octuple-homicide! Quickly, alert the authorities! We must commence a man-hunt!"

"Damnation," Harry muttered.

He made his way down into the garden as the staircase closed behind him.