Disclaimer:
I don't own anything in relation to Harry Potter except for my own copies of the books. This was written just for the enjoyment of writing and I make no money off it.

Chapter Summary:
'Dark' Harry decides to get creative as he takes out the death eaters that have arrived at Privet Drive.

Author's Notes:
Okay, because of the flattering response I got for the first chapter (I would like to thank all of those who have reviewed so far) and because I got a bit of a writer's block while working on my other story, I have decided to write the second. I am a bit skeptic that this should still be a T after the stuff in this chapter. If you think that this story should be rated up to M, please just mention it in a review. I think in this story, I am going to use events from HBP but with the new twists of 'dark' Harry put in. Tell me what you think.

A little recap…

A sort blue pulse rippled through the air, an anti-apparition and anti-portkey ward. Harry then went into a defensive stance raising his black wand. The death eaters couldn't miss the sadistic grin that formed on his face. "This is going to be fun."

Chapter Two
Having Fun

Time seemed to stop for a moment as Harry squared off against the thirteen death eaters. Well one was dead already, so there was technically twelve. A deadly silence descended upon the street and no sound could be heard by anyone in the houses, not that that was necessary as Harry had already put up a localised silencing charm just to make sure that the death eaters' screams of terror and pain would not wake the poor residents of Privet Drive. No need to disturb their beauty sleep on account of a full out battle to the death, I guess.

The silence was deafening. One would have assumed that at least one cricket would have enough guts (or not enough brains) to chirp at that moment. This quiet time however was broken when a cocky death eater, probably a new recruit, raised his wand against the ominous figure in front of him and screamed, "Avada Kedavra."

Harry dodged the green jet that was the killing curse with inhuman speed and bounded towards the attacking death eater. Before anyone else could react, Harry was behind the death eater, had his head held back with his right arm and his wand in his left hand pointed at the death eater's exposed throat. A quick 'Diffindo' and his neck was slit; spurts of blood was gushing out of his wound as he fell to his knees and finally to the floor.

"Well, two down and eleven to go. Hey, are you left handed?" questioned 'light' Harry.

"Why yes I am. Why do you ask?" asked 'dark' Harry out loud as he used 'Wingardium Leviosa' on a near by but now screaming death eater to block the path of another 'Avada Kedavra' that had been shot at him by the first to recover from the shock of seeing a comrade killed so effortlessly.

"That's the third with just ten more to deal with. Well, it just seemed weird, is all."

"Really is there something wrong with being left handed?" said 'dark' Harry as he ducked and rolled towards a death eater. When close enough he shot a 'reducto' at the man's chest at point blank range. The results were rather messy.

"Jesus Christ, that was sickening. Well, just nine more left I guess. Anyways, I don't think there is something wrong with being left handed; it's just weird that you're left handed while I'm right handed" stated 'light' Harry.

"Well, I am your opposite so should me being left handed be that weird" replied 'dark' Harry as he sent a 'bombarda' at the head of an approaching death eater. You could hear the sickening 'crack' as the man's neck snapped.

"There's just eight now and thanks for clearing that up for me."

"It was my pleasure." Harry sent a very strong 'obliviate' at a death eater who was about to utter a hex. He then instead sat on the ground and started bawling his eyes out.

"Man, your memory charm is strong. But I don't think that it counts as one down for violent old you, does it?

Harry jumped out of the way of a killing curse that was aimed for him. Unfortunately, the repressed man did not realise the significance of the 'pwetty wight' that was speeding towards him and was put to sleep permanently. "Now it counts."

"That was sort of mean, he was technically a baby but he was also a murderer. Well anyways, that's eight down with seven to go"

Straightening up from his diving jump Harry immediately cast an 'accio' on the sign stating Privet Drive. It was torn from its post and slung spinning towards Harry (decapitating the death eater who killed the one with huge memory loss problems) which Harry ducked. The momentum kept it going however and the sign finally ended up being embedded into another death eater's chest.

"Wow, two birds with one sign post. Cool…Well, five left."

"Are you sure you're not a sadist as well?" said 'dark' Harry as he sent an 'incendio' at one of the remaining death eater's faces. Because of the way the mask was design most of the person face was protected, except for his eyes. He was rolling around on the floor, screaming in agony.

"Not really, I don't enjoy their pain filled screams. I just liked your dueling skill. It must be so embarrassing that they are being killed by basic school boy spells instead of heavy dark arts."

"Ah, that's true." Harry looked down at the man writhing on the floor crying out for an end to the pain. He continued, "Ah, such sweet music."

"You are slightly deranged. No, in fact you are all out deranged."

Before 'dark' Harry could retort back at that last remark, he was hit in the back with the cruciatus curse. H dropped to his knees and clenched his teeth, determined not to yell out.

"Take that you bastard. This is what you get for working against our master" said a death eater beside the one who was hitting him with the cruciatus. The four that were left were now looking really smug now that someone finally got a spell to land on the person who was easily decimating their forces. They were still laughing when the curse was ended thinking that they now had the upper hand now that he was weaken by a large bout of torture. They couldn't be more wrong.

"Now its time for the heavy use of the dark arts" stated Harry as he stood up, his face contorted with a look of pure rage.

"Oh, this doesn't look good at all. I almost pity those poor sons of bitches."

The air started to become suddenly cold. White wisps were fuming from their mouths every time they breathed. The street lights started to flicker dramatically until finally fading to black, leaving the whole streets in total darkness. Even the stars seemed to dim as well. The only sound was the screams from the man who had lost his eyesight to fire.

The four remaining unharmed (but not for long) death eaters huddled together and formed a protective circle so that all the sides were covered. There was the sound of rustling suddenly from one side and they all threw curses in that direction in desperation.

There was a scream that was immediately stopped. The death eaters found that there were only three of them now and where their comrade used to be, there was only marks in the grass suggesting he was dragged away while trying to craw back. There was blood splattered everywhere over the grass.

More rustling and they all jump. Unfortunately one never made it back to the ground. They could hear screaming and then a huge sound of something large hitting a wall. The screaming stopped and there was definitely a splat. There was only two left, now back to back and scared for their lives.

Suddenly, they fell over; one over each other. The one on top's mask fell off revealing a terrified Bellatrix Lestrange. She looked behind her to her fallen ally and was sickened to see that she was the last one left. The body was lying in a pool of blood, both his eyes had been removed and he was missing a bottom jaw.

Bellatrix found herself stumbling back away from the mutilated body only to bump into something. She turned around to see the thing that would definitely plague her nightmares if she was ever going to be able to have them again. The tall figure clad in black kneeled down to face Bellatrix. She could now see better the black all covering mask that hid his face and the smirk that she knew too well. It was a smirk she usually had after torturing a couple of muggles, and on his face it was all too scary.

"What are you?" she managed to stutter out. The smirk on his face only grew wider.

"I am death. I am yours and every other death eater's fate. I will be the end to your pitiful half blooded master. I am exactly what you all deserved." The condensed air hitting her face was sending shivers through her body (only adding to the shivers of fear). "You know, you are kind of hot when you're scared and vulnerable like this."

"A-hem. I am sickened. This is our godfather's murderer you're complimenting and flirting with. I am ashamed of you"

"Oh yeah. Sorry, forgot about that for a moment. Let's just forget I ever said that. Now Bella, say good bye to this world and say one big hello to hell."

She started screaming as white and black gas seemed to pour off her body collecting it self into a small ball of liquid grey in Harry's outstretched hand. Bellatrix fell to the floor; her eyes wide open in shock but with no life behind them and her face frozen in a look of pure fear.

Harry breathed in the small orb of soul and magic, his own magical cores getting stronger. "Well, that sure was fun."

"Fun maybe, but I was a bit creeped out by the last few killings you did. That was just brutal. That was so scary to watch. Wait, where did you learn how to do all that? You said you were more perceptive than me but I've never even heard of all those things you just did."

"Well actually, I was just winging it. It all was coming naturally to me actually."

"Okay then." The blind death eater was now sobbing with a hoarse voice. "What about him, are you just going to leave him there?"

"Yeah, why not? There should be one person left to tell the tale." Harry walked back into the house and up to his room. He used a 'pack' to move all his processions into his trunk (although it was a bit messy).

"After all of that fancy dark magic business back there, you expect me to believe that you can only perform a sloppy packing charm."

"Don't ever mention that again. I'm a little embarrassed about that. Now we just have to leave a note to say that we've been taken by someone and that he was the one who killed all those death eaters whose corpses are now littered across the front lawn."

"Why would we need to do that?"

"Because we're Harry Bloody Potter. How would it look like if all the signs pointed towards the greatest saviour of the light having massacred a bunch of death eaters painfully with traces of dark magic in the air? This way we keep people guessing and we make sure everyone will still underestimate us." After a few minutes writing the message, it read:

To Whom It May Concern:

I have taken the liberty of getting rid of a team of death eaters who were about to attack this house. If not, it is certain that the residents would not have survived.

I have also taken one Harry James Potter into my care for it was a severe lack of proper judgment for him to be left at this place without any protection.

The death eaters I had encountered were just about to stroll into the house and possibly kill all who resided within. Although I am sure that Mr. Potter would normally have been able to properly defend himself, I was disgusted to find a magical bind on him. I am sure this is illegal and it could have resulted in his death or capture.

Also I was appalled by the conditions that he had to live through. He has been underfed and beaten by his very own relatives. Whoever decided he should live here is an idiot in my opinion.

He will be safe and cared for. No one will be able to find him and that includes the forces of Voldemort. He will be back on the Hogwarts Express on September 1st ready for his sixth year of magical education. I will also tutor him on his weaker subjects over the summer as well to keep him busy.

Yours sincerely

Voldemort's Worst Nightmare

"There we go, now people will think that there's someone else out there who took care of those death eaters and that we had nothing to do with it. We also have the whole summer to ourselves." Harry looked at his watch and realised it was already four in the morning.

"Well, we better go now. Mundungus' shift will be over soon and someone competent will be here. I wonder what it is this time. Is Mundungus drunk tonight or just out doing shady business?"

Harry walked with his shrunken trunk in his pocket and changed into a pair of baggy jeans and an emerald shirt into the garden just to check around. He heard a distinct snoring sound however and decoded to investigate. He found a passed out Mundungus underneath an invisibility cloak. Harry left him there and walked out into the front yard.

"Well I guess we know where he was then. I wonder how much trouble he's going to get in when they find out we're missing. Well let's get going then."

And with that Harry disapperated with no sound at all after a soft blue pulse of magic was sent out to dispel the anti-apparition and anti-portkey wards that Harry had put up. The street returned to normal albeit the huddle of twelve corpses and the normal sounds of pre dawn were disturbed by the quiet sobbing of the only survivor.

By this time tomorrow the whole of the wizarding world would be talking about the first massacre of the 'Nightmare', a ghostly apparition who was out to get death eaters, something that enjoyed the screams of his victim before he killed them mercilessly. At least that was all they could extract information wise from the death eater lucky enough to survive before he broke down and was taken to St. Mungo's psychiatric ward, while constantly muttering, "What a nightmare, what a nightmare…"

Author's Notes:
Yes, I'll be the first to admit that there was a lot of blood, gore and violence in that but I enjoyed writing this chapter. There's not going to be many of these massacre scenes in this story. Anyways, about that hitting on Bellatrix, just to let you know, 'dark' Harry is going to say a lot of inappropriate things about quite a lot of girls. I would still appreciate suggestions about who 'dark' Harry should like more than the rest. At the moment, I haven't a clue what to do next so any suggestions at all are welcome. I have a general plan at the moment and I have started to flesh it out. So until my next post, I'll see you then.