SlytherinDamian: Thanks for the Review and good point. I just wanted to show that there was a bit of humanity in him (Harry), even if he was a ruthless Slytherin. Thanks for the ideas; I'll take the escape into note in the next chapter. :)

Harry is evil in this chapter.

death lies2: The Scoobies feature in this chapter. Thanks for the review.

Chapter 10: Evil Schemes

Slytherin Harry smiled wickedly as Ginny fell asleep beside him. The whole innocent Harry act was enough to make the Weasley trust him. It was what he'd been waiting for, the lapse between the change over of watch-dog-Gryffindors. He could feel the Dreamless Sleep Potion wearing off. There was strength enough in him for one spell, though there was not much time to consider consequences of his escape. Concentrating hard he apparated to a small street in the London City with a loud crack. All right, think muggle, think muggle, filthy muggles, Merlin how do I get to the Malfoys without being tracked down? I want to have some fun before they send me back to my world. Where everyone will expect me to be evil. I can't use magic, got to think muggle, where's a muggle studies book when you need one? Slytherin Harry thought.

Luckily he remembered the last muggle studies test. Then he spotted a black cab; they wouldn't be able to track one of those for a long time. In his pocket was fifty pound he stole from Dawn Summers' savings tin. Probably the poor girl's life savings, Slytherin Harry laughed at the thought. The Gryffindor lovers were house bound, so the girl wouldn't be missing it any time soon.

Waving the cab down he told the driver which address. Last minute he changed his mind and decided to get driven to the Diagon Alley entrance. There he tapped his wand onto the wall and watched it open.

Nocturne Alley here I come, Slytherin Harry smirked. The use of magic being traced did not concern him. There were enough pounds and gold coins in his pocket to buy the supplies he would need. If there weren't, well I could just steal them, Slytherin Harry thought.

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Back at Privet Drive the Scoobies were beside themselves. Dawn huddled beside Harry as the others spoke.

"He escaped?" Buffy yelled.

"Yes, a simple apparition and he has disappeared. He must be using non-magical transport now because there is simply no trace of him," Giles relayed what Professor Dumbledore had said on the phone.

"When I get my hands on that kid I'll kill him," Buffy growled.

"No! If you kill evil Harry you might end up killing my Harry," Dawn said. Harry blushed when he noticed the slip of 'my Harry.'

"Yeah remember when there were two of me?" Xander added.

"That makes it even more imperative that we do find him. What if Voldemorte kills Harry and it kills the Harry of this world too?" Giles asked.

"I can handle myself," Gryffindor Harry protested.

"You know nothing of this other you."

"Just that he got away with my fifty pounds and has probably ferried to Paris by now," Dawn sulked.

"With fifty pounds? I don't think that'd last him very long, a few days maybe," Buffy snorted. Nevertheless Dawn wrapped her arms around Harry protectively, not thinking how much that embarrassed him.

"That's if he's not buying dark magic supplies," Willow said.

"Nocturne Alley," Harry suggested. Everyone was looking at him in confusion.

"What?"

"That's where I'd go. If I were evil I mean. Hagrid said that anyone in Nocturne Alley is up to no good," Gryffindor Harry explained.

"Nocturne Alley it is."

"Bu-but what about us, I mean Harry can't exactly go they'll get mixed up again and we might end up with the evil one," Dawn said.

"Who says that he isn't the evil one?" Buffy pointed at Harry.

"He gave us his wand. Evil wouldn't give up their weapons."

"Seems like an evil plan to me. Make us trust him then cast some magic spell on us so we end up killing each other."

"Don't give him any ideas!" Xander yelled at Buffy.

"Don't worry, I'll go. All I need is to pretend I'm an evil witch again. Shouldn't be too hard," Willow said.

"Evil Goddess witch," Kennedy grinned, Willow laughed. Gryffindor Harry was quite grossed out by their display. It was the same whenever Hermione and Ron kissed in front of him. They completely forgot other people were watching and did not want to see their friends make out.

"Pardon me but you were evil?" Gryffindor Harry asked.

"Long story, no time."

Willow dressed in her black leather evil outfit and wore a trench coat for good measure. Nocturne Alley was known to be evil, so within her trench coat pockets were daggers and potions. Which Willow hoped she wouldn't have to need.

"Witches don't dress like that," Gryffindor Harry said.

"Evil wiccan ones do," Willow replied. She let down the guard on the house long enough for her to exit and put it up again. Teleporting she went to Nocturne Alley. It was dark, dank and smelled putrid. From the teleporting her hair was black, but she wasn't quite dark evil veiny Willow again. Her mind was in control this time. She went into a shop, full of disturbing eyeballs in jars, skulls in glass cabinets, a creepy looking claw hand. There she could see the evil Harry Potter purchasing one item and pocketing another.

"Need a hand?" Willow asked.

"So, you found me," Slytherin Harry drawled, quite unimpressed.

"Yes. The others couldn't track you because their magic is feeble and good."

"You expect me to believe that you are evil?" Slytherin Harry laughed. He shoved passed her and she raised her hand; he was propelled across the room. The shopkeeper apparated out quickly.

"Would a good witch curse you?" Willow snarled. Slytherin Harry coughed, choking on her magical hold and fell to the ground. There, he pulled a potion from his bag. Willow tightened her magical hold on him. Turning colour, he managed to throw a blue potion at her, smoke clouded around Willow, she felt weak and collapsed, spluttering.

"Do not underestimate me, you mudblood," Slytherin Harry snarled. Quickly standing he stole several bottles of that same potion knowing they would come in handy. Gryffindor boy's pals were not easily thwarted. My fun will have to be taken elsewhere, Slytherin Harry thought. Then apparated to the London station there he decided which wizarding town to terrorize with his schemes. Of course Voldemorte will get the credit, Slytherin Harry laughed inwardly.

"Damn," Willow cursed. She used the last of her energy to teleported to Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry. Dumbledore would have to hear about this.