One can only take so much before they snap

Stealing and killing

"Thinking"
"Normal"
"Parseltongue"
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3rd person POV:

There was only three more days till Harry had to go back to Hogwarts. But living on the streets did have it's perks though. Harry had learned to steal small food from shops to eat, sometimes even water bottles if he was lucky.

He had managed to steal a few wallets from people for money, and he had to say, it was really easy with the crowds. He could walk past someone slip his hand into their bag or purse, grab their wallet and quickly put it into his own pocket. And no one could feel him do it because he was really fucking swift at it.

Maybe he would've been good in Slytherin after all. Besides, he had already killed his relatives, and stole things with so much ease. But his favourite thing to do was at night where no one could see him.

What was his thing to do you may ask? Well it's killing child abusers of course, he loved how they screamed and begged for him not to kill them. Harry found it quite entertaining to watch, their screams were loud and full of terror.

It made him feel happy. Harry knew he was sadistic and he loved it. To normal people, killing would make them feel sick in the stomach, but not Harry, he loved it. Every. Little. Bit.

He loved how the blood splattered on everything and everywhere. The way it tasted so fucking sweet, it made his body long for more. It was that night that he broke into a house he had been watching for a while, it had three people living inside, a little girl, a teenage boy, and a father who wasn't as innocent as his neighbors think.

He broke in through the back door as they had no pets, he went to the kitchen, grabbed a kitchen knife and went to find the little girl's room. Once he found her, he stepped inside, checking to see if the father had done anything to her.

He walked towards her bed, and saw that she was asleep. 'Good, she won't see her fathers death. She's too young to even comprehend what he does to her is bad.' He wandlessly cast a silencing charm around her room as he walked out, ensuring that she would hear anything.

Once he found her brother's room he opened it ever so slowly and walked towards the bed. The boy was awake and jolted as he saw me enter with the knife. Before he can say or do anything I put my hands up in surrender. "I'm here to help you, I've been watching your family for a while now, and if I'm being honest, an orphanage is better then someone who could kill you if he goes too far."

The boy looks scared and skeptical, but doesn't say anything. "Your sister is safe, she's asleep in her room, why don't you go to her and I'll deal with the abusive bitch you have to unfortunately call your father?" I say, watching as he looks at me in contemplation. Slowly he moves and walks towards me.

I move out of his way and he goes to move past me before stopping and turning to look at me. "Make sure you don't be seen, father is asleep in his room." He then turns and walks into his sisters room. 'At least he hasn't snapped like me.' I think to myself as I move towards the father's room.

Opening the door I see the bitch snoring in bed with a few empty bottles scattered around the room. I sneer in disgust and and make my way around them to the bed. I glare at him as my sneer turns into a snarl, I lift the knife up and my snarl turns into a feral grin. "Death has saved you a spot in Hell you fucker." I whisper as I plunge the knife into his chest, repeating the move over and over until the walls are covered in blood and he's sure to be dead.

I vanish the blood from me and make my way out, stopping by the girls room to see if the children were okay. I open the door and see the boy sitting my his sisters bed. He looks up and smiles a tired smile. "Call the police in the morning, say you think someone broke in and when they get there tell them everything that happened to you and your sister. Take care kid." I say, smiling as he whispers a small thank you. I turn and take my leave after giving him a small nod.

I walk out of the house leaving the dead father inside. I run in the direction of the forest, where I have been staying after killing the Dursleys. I make it to the small cave and grab my trunk to get my school books out to read them again.

I read through my History of Magic book first, as that was the last of my essay's I needed to finish. 'I only have a few more paragraphs to go then I'm finished.' I think to myself as I put down the book and start writing the first of maybe three paragraphs. A little while later I finished writing the essay.

"There, done. Now all I have to do is get my school supplies from Diagon Alley." I say aloud as I get up and put my books and essay away safely in my trunk. I get out a clean change of clothes and change into them. I grab my wand and leave the cave. It's now about 4 in the morning, I walk in the forest towards the bus station.

I have a few muggle currency in my pocket. Hopefully it's enough to get to London. I made it to the bus stop and waited for the bus to arrive. After twenty minutes of waiting the bus finally arrived. I checked my watch; it was 4:36am.

I got on the bus and paid the appropriate amount of money to get to London. As the bus started to move again I looked out the window to see the scenery pass. After an hour long bus ride, I finally arrived in London, I then went to an alley way and pulled out my wand.

In a matter of seconds, the Knightbus came zooming by and came to a sudden stop in front of me. The attendant leaned on the doorway and asked where I wanted to go. I noted that the attendant wasn't Stan Shunpike like in my third year. I got on the bus and asked them to take me to the Leaky Cauldron. "That would be 17 Sickles please." The attendant stated and held out his hand.

I paid him and went to sit down. After a very bumpy and sickening ride to the Leaky Cauldron, I stumbled out of the Knightbus and walked inside the run down pub. I ignored everyone there and walked out to the brick wall. I tapped the bricks in the correct order with my wand and waited until the bricks moved to form an archway before walking through to Diagon Alley.

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WORD COUNT: 918

AN: Sorry this took so long to be published, I kind of forgot about it. But I hope you enjoyed this chapter and again sorry for the long wait.<3