Chapter 3:

Harry apparated with Pansy at his side. They appeared to be at Privet Drive, but it was very dark so it was hard for one to tell. Harry crept up the living room window of the Dursleys. He forced it open and slithered in. Pansy was not far behind him. He walked up the stairs with intention of waking them. He wanted to see their faces.

He opened Dudley's bedroom door and woke him up. He then performed the Cruciatus Curse, one of the unforgivable curses. Dudley squirmed trying to scream, but the pain was so intense, he simply couldn't. Harry next went into his uncle's and auntie's bedroom. They were both snoring, loudly. Wanting to have a bit of fun after these last few days, Harry got out his wand and shouted "Wingardem Leviosa" Uncle Vernon went straight through the roof. Petunia awoke to see that her husband was up in the air. With that she fainted.

"Not yet", Harry said menacingly and pointed his wand at her neck.

"I know, why don't you go die in a car crash like my parents, eh?"

"Harry dear.." She was a mess.

"Oh wait, they didn't die like that did they? No! They were killed by a great dark wizard and that's how, you too will die"

Harry raised his wand and "Avada Kedavra!" There was a green light. Harry heard his mother scream. He listened contently. Everything was blurry, and he fell to the floor.

"Harry? Wake up!"

He woke to find Pansy over him. "What happened" He wanted to know.

"You fell to the floor, so I finished off the others for you", Pansy said proudly, "I hope that's okay."

"Yeah, whatever, let's go."

They started walking out the door, when Harry thought. Pansy couldn't of acted on her own accord, she was under the Imperius Curse. Or was she? At that moment Harry turned around, to enquire her, but got a nasty surprise.

"So sorry Harry, after everything we've been through" She was pointing her wand at him, once again, "Talk about De ja vu , huh?"

"I'm not scared of you Pansy, if you kill me, then I shall be remembered for eternity and you shall go to Azkaban as you performed one of the Unforgivable Curses. Or, you could let me free, which is the smartest thing to do, and I won't bother you ever again."

Pansy thought, looking scared, "Okay, I'll let you go."

Harry laughed. Oh stupid Pansy, only ever thought about herself. Harry pretended to walk away, then, quick as a flash, he whipped round and smiled. Not a caring kind smile but a smile filled with dark thoughts and murderous ideas.

"Sorry Pansy, can't risk it…"

She had already pocketed her wand and now she was fumbling, trying to get it out.

Harry laughed at her and then declared, "Avada Kedavra!"

"Well, she didn't last long", Harry said to himself, "Oh well."

Harry thought about leaving the Ministry a little message. It showed confidence and swagger. He carved it into the bark of a tree. This is what it said:

Dear Ministry Idiots,

I'm surprised that important figures like yourself can't even manage to find one small teenage boy. Instead you've put one advertisement out in the paper. You probably thought I'd kill once and then kill myself or something soppy like that, but wait and see what I've done in just one night. Committed all three Unforgivable Curses. Be surprised when you find the bodies, and just remember to watch out. Tell your wives, husbands, brothers, sisters, daughters, sons, nieces and nephews to watch out, because let's face it, you wouldn't want to run into me in a dark wood. So be careful, I could be around any corner.

At the bottom he signed his name, and sent red sparks in the air, hoping that at least one person would find it. After that, he apparated once more, back to the woods that had become a home. When he got there, he found a dead body on the floor, and it wasn't someone he killed himself.

It was Daily Prophet writer Rita Skeeter. Her and Harry had trouble back when he was competing for The Triwizard Tournament but Hermione had found out that she was animagus and kept her in a jar until she promised that she wouldn't write any more horrible stories about Harry. But look where she was now.

Harry took a closer look. Who might have killed her? There was a book in her hand, and her finger was keeping the page. He opened the book and saw it. The message written in her blood. It was addressed to him.

Harry Potter

Let me help you. I have left this body to prove that I can do it. If you would like another sidekick, then meet me at Borgin and Burkes at 3 am. I hope to see you soon.

At first he thought it was from the Ministry. A trap. But they wouldn't have killed an innocent woman just to catch someone. One thing was stuck in Harry's mind, how did they know that he'd already had a sidekick? There was only one thing he could do, and that was to attend the meeting.

It was 2:56 am. Harry didn't want to be late so he came an hour earlier than the time agreed. That and the fact he couldn't sleep. 2:57am. 2:57am. 2:58 am. 2:59 am. 3.00 am. 3:01 am.

They were late.

Then he saw a black silhouette. She was female. Harry was worried. She was alone, but, who was it?

"Y'alright Harry?"

"Oh, oh my God!"

The girl that Harry was spluttering back to was his good friend, Hermione Granger.