Return of The Boy Who Lived

Chapter 4: Of late Crows and Names

His mind spun around and around, the world became but a blur; the words of the girl echoed in his mind. His name. Harry. Harry. Harry Potter…The name brought an incredible, unbearable pain into the boy yet the name belonged to him. It was him. He screamed again. And again. This time he didn't stop. His screams continued and they sent chills down his spin. The name still echoed in his mind.

Harry. Harry. Then a new phrase. Death. Few words associated themselves with the name Harry potter, pain, suffering and death were these few words. He was the one with this name. The one who's name had no companionship with happiness. He was the boy who died trying to save what was left of the happiness within the fellow wizards of this dark world yet at the same time he was not. His pain filled scream grew louder. The Forest seemed to shiver as his voice sent chills down the trees body. Tears fell down his eyes. Out of habit he paused his scream to take another breath and then he screamed again.

The girl placed a gentle hand on him but he growled at the touch. He turned. His name was Harry James potter. But Harry James potter had died at the hands of the man known as none other than Voldermort. The Anger rose in his heart like a fire. With his jaw tight, hands clenched and his eyes wild with fire he turned at the gasping, frightened girl and he raised his hands which had unnaturally long nails and then they moved down. Faster… Faster… faster… until finally it hit her chest. His hands landed on her chest. He clawed his hands through the fabric of her robe. Beneath the robe the buttons of her shirt became undone.

Hermione gasped with the cold touch of his hands on her breasts. She closed her eyes as he drew blood. He pressed harder, and harder still until she let out a blood curling scream.

-------Else where-------

Alex sighed with annoyance. Oh the powers wee going to kill him for this. All he wanted was a damned piece of meet but nooo. The humans wouldn't give him any! He rolled his eyes at the humans stupidity. They'll feed dogs, they'll feed cats, they'll feed pigeons, even pigs, but they wont feed a crow! He sighed again as he flew aster and faster. God only knew what they were going to do to him when they found out he was late to his charge, but it wasn't his fault! He'd only been a live for a couple of weeks, it wasn't like he'd been doing this for long, and they just had to bring him back as a crow! In his past life he'd been a human, not an animal which meant that he had to figure out how to use his own god damn body! And he was still new at this! He wasn't used to having a beak for a mouth- he wasn't! As he flew faster than most crows could, Alex wondered if the powers were trying to make him miserable. It wasn't like they had much to do up there 'sept watch over humans. And it wasn't as if they were the kindest creatures on earth. Not to mention the way he'd reacted to them. The more Alex thought about it, the more convinced he came that the powers were out to get him. As Alex became lost in his thoughts he almost missed his charge but when he did see his charge he stopped immediately and stared.

-------With Harry-------

Red. That was all Harry Potter saw. Dark, thick, red. It was all over. On his hands. In his mouth. All over his face. It was everywhere. He was bathing in it but that wasn't what disturbed the boy so. No what horrified him the most was the fact that he enjoyed it. He. Harry potter. A seventeen year old boy who had witnessed and been apart of the most horrifying things was enjoying this. He was just like him. He was bathing in the blood of someone he had once called family and he found in one horrifying smile that he enjoyed it. He was laughing. He was crying. The rush of a million emotions were going through his head fascinated him.

Harry looked up hearing the sound of a large bird. He smiled but it wasn't his smile. It wasn't the sweet innocent smile he used to have. It was a happy smiled but it wasn't his smile. It was a wicked smile. An evil, wicked smile. It was his. Then again nothing Harry had now was his.

Looking upward, Harry saw the big black bird heading towards him, beak first. The bird was fast. He was faster. His hands shot up. Harry laughed again as he caught the bird with his hand. The laugh wasn't his either. It was someone else's, but at this point Harry didn't care because only one thought remained in his mind. Kill…. Kill….kill….. The evil smile returned after the laughing ceased. Black blood filled his arms.

Now he understood why he wasn't dead. Now he understood what it was he was meant to do. He was going to kill them. His eyes narrowed in a fierce glare. He was going to kill them all…

A/N: Okay last chapter before thanks giving. I did this cause you guys are all really kewl and I wanted to make it clear that I am not- I reapeat- AM NOT abandoning this story. It is WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY to much fun to write. However, if I dont get any reviews from people then I'm going to wait a long time before I update with the fifth chapter. I know its a bit slow, but bear with me kay? Harry just came back from the dead, wouldn't things be a bit dead for you too? Anywho REVIEW! OR I WONT UPDATE!!!!!!