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Harry took his wand out ready then grabbed his broom, as he flew through the open window there was another explosion, they were getting closer, he looked as he flew from the house and he saw that Deatheaters had destroyed half of the street, he felt anger rising inside him then he thought of a spell he'd learnt in his previous year, he knew it was dark magic but he realised to defend against dark magic wasn't enough anymore, he had to attack to win the war and the dark arts were meant for wars, wars just like this one going on right at this moment, in his mind he thought he'd justified the use of this spell. He raised his wand, then swiped downwards as if his wand was a sword and as his wand pointed towards the Deatheaters Harry yelled "SECTUMSEMPRA"
For a moment everything went silent, and then came a rushing noise as the curse rushed through the air, it was like Harry had cut the actual air, causing a shockwave with the power of the curse. The Deatheaters reacted with a simple shield charm, they looked up at Harry, the boy they'd spent ages looking for and he was right in front of them, but they never counted on him being prepared like he was, they never imagined that he'd be able to do such a dark spell like that with such ease. One of the Deatheaters hadn't produced a good enough shield charm and the second curse that Harry had thrown hit him with such force that he was knocked flying and only screamed for a minute or two before he died of blood loss. Harry looked down at the Deatheaters from the sky where he was hovering, they were silent with shock as they looked up, how could a mere boy be so powerful and wield such power that they themselves craved so much? The Deatheaters shot a few curses at Harry which he dodged easily, he realised they were such mediocre wizards that it was funny, he shouted to them.
"Tell Voldemort that he should get some better servants, at least get some who can aim straight you fuckwits"
He laughed at his growing powers, he felt proud of his powers now and he knew now that he had a chance against Lord Voldemort, there was a hope now, he didn't care if he used dark magic as he may have to use more in future, he might as well be good at it, and as for the murder he had just committed….well he deserved it for being a Deatheater and for being such a crap wizard.
The Deatheaters disapparated once they saw the four Order members running out of the house, they all looked up at Harry in total shock it was obvious that they'd seen the curse he'd used….and the murder he had just committed. He slowly flew down to them, trying to act ashamed when inside he felt alive with pure power, he tried explaining what happened to them but Lupin held his hand up and calmly said "Go now Harry cause the ministry will already know of this……murder and we need you to stay out of Azkaban" Moody looked furious at Harry and Harry kind of understood why, dark magic was why they were fighting this wart, but he could've argued that it was a wizard and not the magic they were fighting against, he felt weird because he was thinking that using dark magic was acceptable and this wasn't the true him…..or was it?
What do you think:D