Well I'm back and this is the second time I start this shit! Stupid computer froze! Just be glad that it didn't happened while I was in the middle of writing the actual story. Anyways, to speak to my lovely reviewers.

SilverMoonFairie: Harry isn't quite as strong as Voldemort just yet; that's why he kills so much people. True he has lots of power but it isn't enough. Remember both Voldemort and Harry get power from those they kill,Voldemort by anyone that uses the Avadra Kedavra curse. Even auroros used that curse. So imagine how much people have died like that. THOUSANDS! Plus he was pretty powerful do begin with. But he is insane. I agree with you on that.

spinnerofdark: I'm glad that you thinks so.

The Plot Bunny Whisperer: Yeah you're right, but gutting him in his sleep is a little to nice for the one that killed his parents and caused him so much misery, don't you think? Anyways, were did you got the first quote? I'm pretty sure that I've heard it somewhere before, but I can't recall. I have such an awful memory.

Dreema Azaleia Wingblade: Very funny! You know I don't love the BSB! Ha, you wish! I do admit they aren't bad singers. Anyways, you okay? You were sicky yesterday and you got me worried. Tell me that you are okay and that you didn't crash into a tree or something.

dArK-dAeMoIs-DeA: I'll try to add that, but little by little. You know it would be weird if he just ate a person out of the blue. And hey, guess what? I finally understand Elfen Lied, at least a whole lot more than before. I have to find that anime, a saw a bunch of pics and it was awesome. I love anything bloody, don't you?

Anyway, people this is going to be a pretty long chapter, I got inspired! I'm so proud of myself!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything you may recognize. Too bad, if I did I would have more than enough money to buy that sword that I want so much.

Hell Raiser: The Pact

By: K.L. Bloodfang

Chapter 6: Death of the Werewolf

Permafrost sat bolt-right on his bed, after his most recent bout of nightmares woke him up from his dreadful dreams. Getting up from his bed, he walked to his apartment's kitchen and prepared some coffee. Waiting for the coffee to be done, Permafrost walked in the bathroom and turned on the hot water in the shower. Slowly, he shed of his blood-stained garments, not having taken a bath the day before, and stepped inside the shower, letting the scorching hot liquid wash away the blood and shame of his toned, pale body and relieve the pain in his aching muscles and his heavy heart.

After several minutes of violent scrubbing every part of his being, Permafrost walked out of the shower and walked to his room. He dressed in a pair of black leather pants, which by the way were so tight they left nothing to the imagination, a red,sleeveless shirt that hugged his body to perfection, black, leather boots and a black, sleeveless, leather trench coat. He then walked to the kitchen, served himself a piping hot cup of black coffee and sat at the kitchen table.

"Lets see who's in the agenda today", said Permafrost casually, taking a small black notebook from his pocket. "I've killed Dumbledore, McGonagall, Filch, Flitwick, Trelawney, Hagrid, the rest of the Horgwarts' staff, minus Snape, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Dean, Seamus, Malfoy, the Patil Twins, Neville, Cho and the rest of the student body", he said, crossing out names from the notebook. "Today is.. the Order of the Phoenix."

The boy sighed, stood up and walked towards a full-length mirror in his room. He slashed his hand with the Hell Raiser and placed it on the mirror's surface, causing it to glow.

His reflection distorted into a liquid mass of black matter and he stepped and disappeared through the mirror.

Permafrost silently walked through the shadows thinking about today's task: killing the members of the Order. True they were all special to him, but none of the greater than Remus. After his godfather's death it had been the werewolf that comforted him and helped him get out of his depression, even though he was as hurt as he was from Sirius' departure. Truth be told, Remus had planned for him to stay with him during the summer, but Dumbledore believed that "now more than ever he needed to remain with the Dursleys for his protection." 'Frost scoffed as he remembered his headmaster's words.

Before long, light shone ahead of 'Frost's path and he walk right towards it. He arrived inside of Black Manor, in front of Mrs. Black's painting. He walked through the halls of the manor, searching for any sign of life inside the vile house, but no one seemed to be around. After a while, Permafrost walked towards the kitchen, being it the only place left to search. Inside, he found who he had been searching for: sitting at the table, drinking a cup of what seemed to be tea, was Remus Lupin. His face was full of cuts and some were still bleeding, his eyes were bloodshot and trails of dried tears ran through his sorrowful face. After a few minutes of doing nothing, Remus looked straight into Permafrost's icy-blue eyes, startling him, as he spoke with a raspy voice.

"What are you waiting for? Kill me." Permafrost stared, wide-eyed at the man before him. "Excuse me?"

"I said kill me. I have nothing in this world left to fight for; you took away my last reason to live. Nothing else binds me to this place. Just kill me and make it as painful as it was for Harry." 'Frost still stared at the man, but did as he was told. He walked in front of Remus and knelt before him, his Hell Raiser by his side.

"Remus, I have something to say before I kill you, so listen good. The Dursleys killed Harry Potter, not me. I just took his magical energy."

"What!", yelled Remus, starring at Permafrost.

"They shot him in the chest. His Uncle said that he was no more use to him, after he had raped him. Harry got mad and fought his uncle for the gun, winning it at shooting the sick motherfucker in the head. He then set a fire near the stove's gas tank and blew up the house, his aunt and cousin still inside."

"How do you know so much of this?", asked the werewolf, still processing the boy's words.

"Because it was I who killed the Dursleys. I was Harry Potter. After I died I was sent to Hell for killing my 'family', but the Grim Reaper made me an offer I couldn't possibly refuse: Kill Voldemort and he would revive mom, dad, Cedric and Sirius. The catch, I have to kill as many people as Voldemort and draw their magical power and blood into this sword the Hell Raiser, so I can become as powerful as Lord Moldybutt. All of those I kill will be brought back to life, IF I have drawn in their blood and energy. If not they will remain in limbo forever. So don't worry Remus and say hello to mom, dad and Sirius for me."

With that said, 'Frost impaled the Hell Raiser into Remus' chest, his heart sticking to the sharp end of the blade. Keeping the sword still in the werewolf's body, the pale faced killer rid it of its magical energy and blood.

Suddently, a woman's shriek startled Permafrost, making him slice Remus' body in half to get his blade out. Turning around, he met faced to face with members of the Order of the Phoenix. Alastor Moody, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Elphias Doge, Dedalus Diggle, Emmeline Vance, Sturgis Podmore, Hestia Jones, Mundungus Fletcher, the remaining members of the Weasleys (minus Percy) and a wailing Nymphador Tonks stared angrily at the blood covered teen.

"How..How could you? You...You killed him! Remus, my Remus...", said Tonks in between her hysterical cries. 'Frost looked at the with a wicked smile on his bloody face.

"Quite your whinnying, my dear Nymphadora. You shall be with your beloved puppy soon enough", said Permafrost, liking Remus' blood from his face. Vines of ice wrapped around Tonk's arms, legs, neck and chest, pulling her from Mrs. Weasleys arms and lifting her into the air. The young painful screams were heard around the whole manor, waking Mrs. Black's portrait and the torture wails of the Hell Raiser. The rest of the Order fired hexes, spells, curses, anything to try and free the pain-stricken metamorphmagus.

Pissed off at their antics, Permafrost sealed each of the others into isolated cubical ice prisons. The icy murderer smirked at his captives and pointed at the screaming girl as he tightened the vines around her body, penetrating the young woman's flesh as blood sprouted from the wounds, splashing everywhere, including on Permafrost, who just laughed wickedly at the screaming prisoners. After a few extra minutes of torture and tired from Tonks' screaming, Permafrost tightened the ice around her for the last time, braking the already fragile body into pieces.

"Well, she's gone. Now that the show is over, it's your turn to die", said Permafrost as he walked over the ice prisons, this liking Tonk's blood from his hands.

Ice spikes appeared on the walls of each prison, which in turn began to close on the person inside. Yells of pain filled the air as all the prisons' walls closed with a snap, shredding the person inside them. As with all his previous victims, 'Frost drew the power and blood of the Order Members, their tortured screams joining the many others trapped with in the Hell Raiser. Staring at his bloody sword, Permafrost licked the blade ridding it of the extra blood.

"Hmm... not bad; I kinda like the taste. What the fuck am I saying! I need a drink, bad", said the disturbed youth, sheathing his sword.

Permafrost walked through the dark alleys of London, later that night, searching for a bar suggested by Reaper.

"It's names after me!"

"What, Reaper?"

"Yep, Reaper. Dark wizards, murderers and specially Death Eaters. There's a bouncer at the front that you should watch out for, a vampire known as Kestrel. He only lets in the worst of the worst."

"I would love to see him try to stop me; he would be dead before he made his first move."

After several minutes of searching, Permafrost eyed a man at the end of one of the alleys. Upon closer inspection, he saw the man's face was pale, his shin was covered with blood and fangs protruded from his mouth.

"You must be Kestrel, the Reaper's bouncer", said the cold-faced youth.

"And who would you be? Get out of here and don't waste my time, there is no way your getting inside", said the smirking vampire, circling 'Frost.

"I am Permafrost, the Wizard Hunter."

"HA! Another one pretending to be the mass murderer Permafrost. Look kid, see those bodies over there?", asked Kestrel pointing to a pile of teenager's corpses. "They also pretended to be Permafrost. Now, either you prove that you are who you think you are or I'll drink you dry."

"Fine", answered the sinister teen, unsheathing his demonic sword and decapitating the smirking vampire. "Prove enough for ya,Kestrel?", said 'Frost entering the bar.

Inside, all sorts of creatures and low-lives sat drinking, played poker or brawled. Many stared at the dual toned hared teenager as he sat at the bar.

"Hey, bartender! Get me a pint of Firewhisky", he said to the one-eyed bartender.

"Kestrel let you in? Who are you?", asked the bartender, with disgust in his voice. Pissed off beyond all believe, 'Frost grabbed the bartender by his shirt and pointed his Hell Raiser to his shirt. The swords cries caught the attention of everyone at the bar and they stared at the sword-welding teenager.

"Listen, you pathetic piece of crap! I am Permafrost and unless you want to suffer the same fate as your vampire friend I suggest you get me my damn drink! And leave the damn bottle! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU MOTHERFUCKERS STARING AT! SHOW'S OVER!", yelled Permafrost and everyone resume doing whatever they were doing before, afraid of the boy's temper.

A while after he received his drink, a cloaked figure sat besides the boy. After getting himself a drink, the stranger addressed they young man next to him.

"So you are the great wizard hunter, Permafrost?", asked the cloaked man.

"Yes. Take off your cloak or this conversation is over", answered the dark child, still drinking his Firewhisky. The man complied and removed his cloak, revealing himself to be Lucius Malfoy.

"You killed my son, Permafrost", stated Lucius, staring at the boy with hateful eyes.

"I know. It was hilarious to hear your son scream like a little girl as I performed the torture curse on him. What are you doing here, Malfoy? Want me to reunite you with your beloved son?"

"No. I have a message for you, boy."

"Fire away then."

"The Dark Lord wishes to speak with you." Permafrost looked surprised for a moment, but quickly replaced his cold, wicked face and smirked at the Death Eater before him.

"So, you're master wants to meet me? Impress with my work, is he? Fine, when and where."

"Friday, three days from now, at Midday." Lucius then took a silver dagger out of his pocket and placed it into 'Frost's waiting hands. "This portkey will take you there. Just be sure to hold it when it activates. Remember Friday at 12:00 p.m." Just like that, the clearly pissed off dark wizard stood up, replaced his cloak and walked away from the smirking teenager behind him.

Around an hour later, yet another cloaked figure sat beside Permafrost. This one, however opted on taking what remained of the firewhisky instead of ordering his own drink.

"Ahh, delicious.", chirped the cloaked man.

"Nice of you to join me, Reaper", greeted the bored teenager.

"Well, saw your latest work. Nice! Anyways, will you be attending your meeting with Tom on Friday?"

"Yes, my friend. I believe I will."

Phew, done! Finally! It took me three whole hours to write all this stuff. Don't expect anymore chapters this long! Anyways, if you ask nicely, I just might. Well, Review!