"Harry?" Lavender whispered, horrified. It couldn't be him. But the longer she looked into his eyes, eyes that used to be filled with warmth and happiness, she knew it really was him.

"Surprise", said Harry and smiled. But it wasn't his usual happy, carefree smile. Instead, it was cruel and mocking.

Lavender opened her mouth, but no sound came out. She tried to clear her throat again, this time with less pain, and rasped out: "What happened to you?"

Harry frowned at her, head tilting slightly to the side. It was so strange. He still looked like the Harry Potter she knew, but at the same time he seemed so different.

"Nothing's happened to me, Lavender."

"The Harry Potter I know would never do something like this!" She screamed, suddenly furious. She didn't know where all that anger came from, and a small part of her mind berated her for possibly angering her murderer. But she just couldn't stop herself.

Harry's frown disappeared, replaced by a smirk. His eyes glinted in the dark room, and she tried to look around to see where they were, but it looked unfamiliar. It had to be someplace old, the smell alone was enough for her to almost gag.

"You've never known the real me. I doubt you'd want anything to do with me, if you did."

"Who's the real Harry Potter, then?" Lavender asked, nearly dreading the answer.

"The real Harry Potter is a boy who will bring chaos and destruction to the Light, and all its little mindless puppets, starting with you Lavender Brown. I admit, I've never actually killed someone before. Sure, I've hurt plenty of others, but not killed. Isn't this exciting?" He said, smiling widely at her. She felt sick.

"Why?" Was all she could think to say. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Harry Potter wasn't supposed to be dark.

"Obviously I couldn't let Dumbledore know what I really was like, could I? But really, after living with an abusive family for ten years, what did he think was going to happen? That I'd be a sweet, innocent little boy who would be desperate for friends and approval?"

Lavender's eyes widened when she heard of his abusive family. She had always thought Harry lived a happy life, with relatives who loved him. Apparently, she was wrong.

-000-

He first hurt his relatives when he was seven years old. He'd been thrown into his cupboard after dropping a glass of water when Dudley had pushed him aside. When he'd tried to defend himself, his uncle had slapped him and tossed him into the cupboard and locked the door.

That was when everything snapped.

Harry felt as if a bubble burst inside of him and he was filled with a rage and hatred so strong it made him actually see red. He gathered his magic, (yes, he knew all about that. How could he not, when he'd suddenly appeared on the school roof while being chased by his cousin and his clasmates mere seconds earlier?) and blew the small door open. His relatives came running when they heard the sound, his uncle already shouting about punishments for ruining his cupboard.

They all stopped, as if running into an invisible wall. When they tried to turn around and head back to the kitchen, they found they were unable to move. Dudley started to cry, demanding his dad fixed whatever the problem was. Petunia and Vernon shared a terrified look, knowing what was happening. They hadn't thought Harry would actually strike back, they thought they had managed to beat the freaky stuff out of him. Oh, how wrong they were...

Harry slowly stepped out of the small space, his hands clenched into tiny fists. It felt as if his whole body was on fire, the rage and magic longing to get out. He stepped up to his uncle, the person he hated more than anything in the world, and simply just stared at him. At first, Vernon had been scared by the child's silent staring, but after a few minutes, he managed to gather up enough courage to ask: "What're you staring at, freak?"

An inhuman sound erupted from Harry's throat and he held up a hand, his palm towards his uncle. Suddenly, Vernon began to scream. It made Petunia and Dudley cower in fear as they could do nothing but watch as their husband and father thrash in pain.

"Stop! Please!" Petunia screamed at Harry. Miraculously, he did stop, only to turn his attention to her instead. She opened her mouth to protest, but could only scream as she now felt the pain her husband had endured mere seconds ago. It was unbearable. It felt as if every single nerve in her body was on fire. She couldn't stay quiet any longer and opened her mouth and screamed.

Harry had never felt such a rush. The immense satisfaction seeing his tormentors in pain felt wonderful. For six years he'd been treated as a slave. For six years he'd been abused. But no more. He let his aunt fall to the ground, gasping for breath as her arms and legs twitched and turned to his cousin, who tried to run away but found himself still stuck in place.

"Ple-please, Harry...", he whispered. His eyes were wide with fear, his lips trembled.

"Please what, Dudley? Please hurt you the way you've hurt me all these years? With pleasure", Harry growled and let his cousin feel the same pain his parents had, and watched with a small smile as his cousin screamed in agony. His parents didn't have the energy to protest against their son being hurt, they were still recovering from their own torture. When Harry finally let Dudley go, he fell to the ground with a loud thump, tears streaming down his face. His hands scratched his chest as if to lessen the pain.

"This is what I've been feeling, every time you've called me names, hitting me, forcing me to do your work. It's not a very nice feeling, is it? You deserve more, much more, but I'm afraid your minds wouldn't be able to take any more pain without breaking down completely. So I suggest a change in attitude, unless you want some more pain, and you don't want that, right?" He didn't wait for answers, he simply stepped over them and went into the kitchen to make himself some breakfast.

-000-

"Let's get started, shall we, Lavender?" Harry asked and clapped his hands together. She drew a shuddering breath as she watched him draw his wand, his hand reaching into the pocket of his robes and pulled out a locket. If she wasn't so scared, she'd marvel over its beauty. "This won't hurt at all, I think. The last time I had the Killing Curse cast at me I was just a baby, and my memory isn't that good, I must admit. But no matter."

She closed her eyes and held her breath. This was it. She was going to die, by Harry Potter's hand. Oh, the irony! The Savior of the Wizarding world was going to kill her to gain immortality.

"Avada Kedavra!"