Harry was pissed. It wasn't because people kept staring at him, or the fact everyone believed he was their savior.
No, it was more along the lines of the fact that his annoying fan girls refused to leave him alone, even when he left the school. Every time they bothered him, memories half forgotten came rushing to the surface.
Memories of when he was a shinobi, and when he killed people almost every week in the name of his god.
Right now he was sorely tempted to go back to being a violent, evil, absolutely fucking insane sociopath who killed people for looking at him the wrong way.
In short, he was one step away from killing everyone and smiling the entire day away.
It didn't help that his so called Uncle had locked him in his room after seeing the letter Ron had sent.
What no one ever realized was that Harry James Potter was a natural actor. He could get his fans to believe he was an innocent sweet natured boy struggling to get by in a world he barely knew.
If people knew what Harry really thought of the magical community and Hogwarts in general...
Let's just say that they would flinch whenever he appeared.
Vernon stomped up his room, and prepared to hit him, Sirius be damned!
And just like that, Harry dropped his Gryffindor side and allowed his Slytherin half to take full control.
His dark side was named Hidan.
When Arthur Weasly broke through the floo he had a friend hook up, he was absolutely horrified. He quickly tried to hide the scene from his sons, but it was no use.
Every wall was covered in blood, gore, and what were clearly Ancient Runes. Fearing the worst, he tried to look for Harry.
All three Dursleys were quite clearly dead. He saw bits and pieces of them strewn through the house.
"Harry! Where are you mate?!" yelled Ron. Arthur tried to shush him, but the shout did the trick.
"Ron!" came the cry from the upstairs bedroom.
The door appeared to have been attacked by spells, but was still in one piece. It was firmly locked from the inside.
"Harry, what happened here?" asked Arthur.
"How do I know you're Mr. Weasly?" came the reply.
Approving his caution, particularly after seeing the scene downstairs, he said something only he would say. The door cautiously opened, revealing a very disheveled and frightened Harry.
Harry, realizing it was the Weasly clan before him, gave his (one hundred percent bullshit) story about Death Eaters showing up and using the Dursleys as ingredients for a foul ritual. He had no idea who was downstairs, and had wisely stayed upstairs after casting several wards to keep the men out.
Out of the four standing before him, only the twins saw through his lie. Then again, Fred and George were the only people he trusted completely.
They had run across his Hidan side once, and in exchange Harry helped to fund their prank ideas. The twins knew when it was a better idea to keep quiet.
Arthur apparently felt rather strong wards on the door, because he didn't question Harry's story once.
Harry was quickly taken to the Burrow, where he gave his tale and was almost immediately adopted by the Weasly clan. Even Dumbledore couldn't complain about the arrangement, since someone had killed the Dursleys in such a violent way.
(Dumbledore would later wonder why the wards surrounding the house never tripped, and briefly considered Harry had killed his aunt's family. He would dismiss it outright, believing Harry to be too much of a Gryffindor to harbor such a Slytherin side.)
"So what set you off?" asked George.
"The fat bastard went to deck me, despite having given him proper warning about my godfather checking up on me from time to time. Your dad's letter only set him off."
"I can't believe people actually bought your lame story," said Fred, shaking his head.
"I had a few hours to work on it. Luckily Hermione doesn't know I've been swiping her Ancient Runes books when she falls asleep. How much you want to bet people will question their deaths when the fan girls start dropping off?" smirked Harry.
"What about Ginny?" asked George, somewhat concerned.
"She hasn't been stalking me since last year. So long as she continues to keep her distance, she won't have anything to fear from me. Ron, on the other hand, better give me some space or I will sacrifice him to Jashin-sama with a smile on my face," said Harry.
Fred and George weren't that attached to Ron, and somehow they knew they wouldn't be seeing him next year.
They honestly didn't have a problem with Hidan, mostly because he found some of their pranks rather amusing. He even gave them a few rather disturbing, but still rather amusing pranks.
Draco Malfoy had woken up more than once to believe he had started bleeding from his ass.
(This was more or less the reason they had discovered Slytherin tower was right next to Gryffindor tower.)
Harry acted suitably frightened when the Death Eaters decided to make an appearance at the World Cup. Hermione had been rather horrified to hear that his relatives had been sacrificed in such a bloody fashion.
If she had any idea that her Ancient Runes book, which had gone missing the year before, had been used in the killing, she would have been absolutely devastated.
(Hidan had made very sure to make it look like a banned blood ritual, but without the last few runes to activate it. It would have been picked up in a heartbeat.)
Harry took the sympathetic looks and horrified gazes from his classmates with patient grace. Malfoy had been particularly annoying about the supposed Death Eater attack.
Probably because he knew damn well Death Eaters hadn't attacked Harry's muggle house.
Harry left the compartment, saying he needed to use the bathroom. No one followed him.
He found Draco two compartments over, with only Crabbe and Goyle to back him up. A feral grin spread across his face.
"Hello Malfoy. I suppose you saw through my little act didn't you?" he sneered.
Malfoy jumped. The last thing he expected was to see this particular side of Harry Potter. Especially when no one would believe him if Harry were to attack him.
"I know that none of the Death Eaters did it," he said finally.
"Of course they didn't. Dumbledore would have sensed them enter the house! It was just the easiest excuse I could come up with."
"Who did kill your relatives then?"
"I did of course. Wasn't exactly hard. The real issue was finding the right runes to place to make it look like a Death Eater attack."
Draco turned even more pale than normal, which was saying something since he looked like a vampire warmed over.
"You did that?"
Harry's sneer widened.
"You have no idea how close the Hat came to placing me in Slytherin three years ago. What better place to hide than in Gryffindor, where everyone expected me to be?"
"What do you want?"
"A truce...and your word that no one learns about the fact that I slaughtered my relatives with a large smile on my face the entire time."
"Done!" said Draco quickly.
If Harry could kill three people who were related to him by blood without flinching, especially in such a violent manner, then who knew what he was really capable of?
"Oh, and chances are Ronald Weasly will be dead by the end of the year. Depends on how much he pisses me off."
That little bit of information caused Draco's mind to do a three second standstill, until...
"Mind if I help?"
Harry paled when he heard about the Tournament. It would make things much harder to kill people.
Particularly his fan girls. They had to die in the name of Jashin dammit!
Dealing with Draco had come with the benefits he had hoped for. Slytherin left him the hell alone, and some of the Death Eater wannabes were shooting him speculative looks.
Even Snape was giving him a wide berth. People just assumed it was because of the fact that Harry recently lost his family to a Death Eater raid.
One by one, girls started to go missing.
It wasn't until the other schools started to arrive that people finally noticed that fact.
This is basically a Harry-is-Hidan story. Sadly I can't seem to write Hidan very well, so I am leaving this up for adoption, with the request that anyone who takes it up also include a link so I can read it. If you are interested, please let me know!