AN: I don't anything…don't ever think I do.
Thinking whatever
Talking to his snake whatever
Chapter 2: Go Away
Harry Potter…the boy who lived…was sitting alone in a compartment on the Hogwarts Express.
His once unruly hair was long and tamed. His once sparkling green eyes are now dull and empty. Instead of his glasses, he had gotten contacts. His once slim frame was still slim but muscular. His black hair now has green and silver highlights. His outfit consisted of a tight black tank that showed off his 6-pack. He was wearing combat boots and lose black pants with, green trimming. His cloak was black and on the back, it had a snake weaving around a sword, with a skull for a handle, and around his right arm you could see a black snake that shimmered silver with deep gold eyes.
I wonder how long it will take the mudblood and weasel to find me. Just then, the compartment door opened. Guess not long
"Excuse me, have you seen Harry Potter anywhere?" the mudblood asked. My own "friends" couldn't recognize me. Haha I wonder what their reactions going to be.
"Yes, I have actually," I sneered back not saying anything more.
"Well, where is he then you bloody prat," the weasel spat. He never could control that temper.
"He's right here," I replied.
"Harry?" the mudblood asked.
"The Harry Potter you knew is dead." I growled.
"No, he isn't you just said you were him." said the idiot weasel.
"I was, but after he got fucking stabbed in the back and used as nothing more than a toy solider, a pawn for the "light side" he broke and now he's me." I spat. "So leave me alone, you fucking mudblood and stupid weasel."
The mudblood is crying I think. The weasel tried to comfort her. He started talking to me again I didn't listen though I just figured he was cussing me out. Though his voice is starting to get annoying.
I stand up and pull out my .22-millimeter pistol.
"What the hell?" the weasel is confused. Of course the prat has never seen a gun before. The mudblood has looked up and a look of panic has crossed her face through the tears.
"I said get the hell away from me you fucking pricks," I sneered, "If you don't leave soon, I'm going to blow your ugly shit heads off."
The mudblood who actually knows what I'm threatening them with stops the weasel from sealing their fate. At least the smart ass knows I'm serious and is dragging the annoying prat away.
I look at my gun. It is beautiful with a real leather handle and a snake is engraved in each side of the real silver. Yes, it was very expensive but I put my fortune to good use this summer with clothes, weapons, training, and books. After of course I left the Dursley's hell house.
Master Harry my snake Rasha distracts me from my thoughts.
What is it Rasha
Who were those two legers who woke me from my sleep.
Oh, don't worry about them Rasha. I've made sure they won't bother me again soon anyway.
Thank you Master Harry.
It wasn't a problem, Rasha now go back to sleep we're almost there.
I wonder if they with wait till, before or after the feast to go tell Dumbledork, that they think somebody is controlling their toy solider. Stupid mudblood and weasel.
AN: that's it for this chapter I'm late to my sword training lessons already. This is by the way a slytherin, dark, evil Harry fic. I just don't like those happy stories.
Love,
Chaos