A/N: ohhh I really am sad to see this story go. It was fun writing it. Maybe I should write more crazy Harry stories. And about the whole not updating thing, I only write this at my dad's house, and I only go to my dad's house on the weekends. But please enjoy the final installment of Shatter Me!
Shatter Me: Chapter 3: Shattering
"Harry. I want you to kill for me. I want you o never look back, kill anyone that gets in your way, and be quick. No fancy deaths. Your first kill is Horace slughorn. You do not know him, but he is on Dumbledore's side and worked at Hogwarts for a brief period. Do not come back unless he is dead."
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Voldemort was sending him out on another 'mission', as he liked to call them.
"Potter this will be your hardest target yet. What will make it even harder is that I want you to be seen. I want the world to know who is killing their best men. And you have to make it seem like an accident. Here is the information you need." Voldemort handed him a slip of paper.
Harry didn't speak as he read the paper. He had done jobs in Grimmald place before. Of course, the order just thought that there was a spy. The level of irony kept getting higher and higher in his life. After all, it had all started because he wanted to save Sirius. Now he had to kill Sirius. He looked up at Voldemort and nodded.
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The building slid out from between numbers 11 and 13 smoothly. Harry walked up the steps quickly. Normally, he would try to be quiet, as to not set of the alarms, but he knew he could deal with a few Aurors and he wanted to be seen tonight. He walked in the door.
"Sirius!" he called in Molly Wealsey's voice.
A haggard voice answered him. "What? Are you here to yell at me again? It's not my fault that Harry's gone. IT'S NOT MY FAULT! LEAVE ME ALONE!" His godfather's voice went from exhausted to furious quicker than Harry would have thought possible.
"No Sirius… I came to apologize," Harry was completely making it up. He had no idea that they were fighting... at least, that they were fighting about him. Then he dropped the voice charm. He took a deep breath to steady himself. He never looked back. Don't look back. It was how he killed everyone. He just forgot who they were.
Sirius looked up at him when he walked into the kitchen. "Oh, hello Harry. Molly is yelling at me again."
Not what Harry had expected. "Aren't you, umm, shocked that I'm here?"
"No, you visit sometimes when I'm asleep. I guess this is a dream too. But molly's still waiting for me. I have to go; I'll be right back Harry."
"I can't let you leave. I'm here to kill you."
"Ok, so this is one of the dreams when you blame me and try to kill me. Well Molly has first dibs on killing me so you have to wait you're turn Harry."
"This isn't a dream Sirius. I really am here. I wished that it was a nightmare for a short time. But that hope died a long time ago. I don't blame you either."
Sirius blinked. "Really? Usually you tell me it's my fault that you died. I could have stopped you if I hadn't been helping buckbeak, you know."
He had to do it before someone else really did show up. The publicity was only supposed to start once he knew he could escape. But Sirius' words… they were so hopeless. They were enrapturing. He needed to though. He pointed his wand between Sirius' eyes. All hell broke lose.
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Shacklebolt was here. So was Molly Weasley, who saw him a promptly fainted into Arthur. Who screamed at the same time as Sprout. God damn it. He was in deep shit.
"Avada Kedavra." he said, and Sirius fell to the ground, not moving. Then he looked at the people gathered around him and quickly noted that Arthur was the weak point, as he was still trying to help Molly. Harry shot out two silent stupefys and made a bee line for Arthur. He dived to the side in shock. He burst out the front door, and saw that the press was already there. Good. This should get the message across.
"Avada Kedavra." Harry said, and he gave a feral grin. Not really his style, but he was playing for the media. One photographer fell, and a few others scattered, but most just crouched in bushes. This was the shot of a life time. Harry flicked his wand, and a rock in front of him became a portkey. Giving a reporter he saw as with Rita Skeeter another toothy smirk, he grabbed it. About eight spells collided where his head had been seconds later.
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In his cell, Harry was allowed to read the front page. For the next three days, it was covered with pictures of him. Well. Dumbledore had lost faith in him, Colin and Dean still trusted him, and the rest of the world wanted him dead. Joy. He had friends all over.
Finally, on the fourth day, there was a small article about Sirius' death. True, it did talk about him, but it also talked about Sirius. Ten day's later; there was an article that didn't mention him at all. It was by Xenophilius Lovegood though…
He heard Voldemort coming down the hall. He tried once again to break away from his chains, but that never worked. He was always going to be here. He was always going to be tortured…
"Potter, there is an attack today. You will join us. This attack will be what one might call… the end of the war. We are attacking the ministry."
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"Crucio! Avada Kedavra! Soronus! People of the ministry! This is Harry Potter, messenger of Lord Voldemort! I suggest you surrender, because we shall continue to crush everything in out path. If you believe that you can resist us, look at the DMLE. We are currently on the lowest level, and we have destroyed anyone who dared to face us. You have no savoir. You have no leader. Albus Dumbledore is dead, and I am obviously on the dark side." Wow, Harry really hated theatrics, but he was told to make it as flashy as possible. So he continued.
"We have plants ready to kill anyone who tries to leave and fight in every room in this building." Not true, but a little paranoia never hurt anyone. "We have a simple request. Leave the building. We shall not harm you in our new reign, but anyone who resists shall be felled." Ugh. He hated the flashy way he was speaking.
"You have- hey! Avada Kedavra! - you have one hour to evacuate." He flipped the dead body with his shoe. Aw how sad. He killed his best friend's brother. Canceling the soronus charm, he whispered "Sorry Charlie." And laughed at the simplicity of that statement. The death eaters surrounding him backed away. They had heard he was crazy, but this… this was scary. Whipping around, he bared his teeth at the people who had backed off.
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There was war. A cross country battle to be exact. Every resistance team in Britain had teamed up for a last attempt to take down the Dark Lord. It failed. But it hurt the dark lords troops. It was at the end of the battle. A stray Avada Kedavra. It was shot by the dark lord himself. It hit Harry Potter. Voldemort screamed. Little did he know, but Dumbledore had destroyed the rest of his horcruxes Harry's scar was the last horcrux, and Harry's blood was keeping him alive. For him to stay sane, Harry needed to live. It wasn't going to work out. So, Voldemort went really, really fucking crazy. His mind was shattered.
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They had caught Voldemort about a year ago. No matter how hard Bellatrix, who had taken over when Voldemort couldn't, tried to protect him, they still got him. He sat in Azkaban for awhile. It didn't affect him much, as he had no memories- good or bad- for the dementors to bring out. And was already crazier than the craziest person in there.
The attack on the ministry had been a great loss for both sides. Nothing was gained on either side. It was the same as before, except the fact that both side was down a couple hundred troops. The dark side probably could have won, but they left when Voldemort collapsed. The ministry was still in shambles. There was no government, minus the fact that the light still had Azkaban.
Then one day, the dark got the fortress. The light lost. Voldemort was still broken. Bellatrix visited his room sometimes though.
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He stared at the wall. That's all he did now. When his mind was searched there was nothing. Nothing coherent, no actual thought or memory. He was gone. Shattered. And it had all started that night. When Harry had killed them.
Shattered.