Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter but I wish I did.
AN: I have no idea where this came from. It gives me the shivers. I looked at the word prompt fog (from Kamerreon's 31 days of Halloween prompts) and something insanely dark popped up ... it got even darker as I typed.
Warning: Harry is very dark, a hint insane and very, very young in this one. Character deaths, though I didn't write them out.
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Anyone nosy enough to look out their windows that night would see an eerie sight. On top of a mound of dirt, grown over with grass stood a small boy; fog curling playfully around him.
The wind ruffled his already messy hair, sending it into his face and a pale hand crept up lazily to brush it away. If this sight wasn't enough to spook them back to their beds then the green eyes, glowing like cat's eyes in the dark would have.
What they wouldn't see, however was the streaks of blood upon his face and clothes, smudged though it was from hands that looked to have been dipped crimson. They also wouldn't notice the insane light that made his eyes glow all the more.
The little boy's name was Harry Potter; he was 6 years old and tonight, tonight his relatives had taken their abuse much too far and now they were dead.
Little Harry Potter would always remember this night as the night he'd killed them and all he would ever feel is a surge of satisfaction.
Fin