A Psychopath Or Two

The Past pt.2-Harry Potter

Harry Potter is a tall, talented wizard, with messy raven black hair, tanned skin, And emerald eyes. He was born to James and lily potter who sadly died while out on a mission for the order. After the Potter's funeral, poor little Harry was given to his only living relatives, Petunia and Vernon Dursley. Who already had a little boy of their own. They'd always treated Harry badly but one day. Perhaps they took it too far.

======11 Years Ago=======
"Boy! We're the hell is my breakfast!!" Vernon yelled, early one Saturday morning. Sitting at the kitchen table, an annoyed look pained across his chubby face. Just a minute later little Harry rushed into the room with a tray of food and a grease burn on his arm.
"I-I'm sorry s-sir, I burned my arm" Harry stuttered out placing the tray in front of the family.
"Shut it you freak!" Petunia yelled at the 6-year-old throwing her cup at him in anger.
After breakfast and Dudely, Harry's cousin, patching him up Harry sat alone in his bedroom..well his closet. Until suddenly Petunia screamed from the kitchen for his presence. Quickly Harry got to the kitchen only to see his aunt standing with a scary-looking man. He was much taller than Vernin. The man was pale with cold eyes and red hair. Just as Harry was about to ask why that man was there, the redhead reached out, quickly grabbing harry by his hair, causing the 6-year-old to let out a pain-filled scream. After being dragged out of the entrance and to the back of the house. He was thrown into the back of a black van with 12 other kids that looked around his age. Their mouths also tapped shut, their hands bound behind their backs, and matching terrified looks gracing their faces.
After driving for a little while they came to a stop. Many people came out of a large building and ruffly took the children up flights of stairs into different rooms and threw them into cells, and that's where little harry stayed for 10 years. He watched as he and the other children were tortured and abused for years, one by one dying off till he couldn't take it anymore.
One day on Harry's 15th birthday one of the guards walked into a laughing Harry, smiling as blood leaked from his forehead. Annoyed by the damned teenager the guard entered the cell to patch him up, so he'd be ready for the next experiment. However, once he went in and closed the gate gently behind him.SLASH!! blood went everywhere as Harry slowly removed the dagger, he'd carved from a piece of discarded wood, from the man's neck. a wicked smile gracing his face as he ran from the cell and jumped out a window.
He ran and ran until he bumped into an old-looking lady with longish red hair, blueish eyes, and freckles dotting her skin. Mistaking the blood on harry for his own The lovely lady took him in as her own, unaware of the state of the mysterious boy she found on the streets of Diagon ally.
Harry lived with the Weasleys for a year, anger still flooding him to what was done to him and so many others. 'How could humans let this happen to their own?!' he thought quite often. One day he'd decided he was going to save the others he'd left behind. So he stayed away, listening to his "family" as they fell into a peaceful sleep. Once he was sure they were sound asleep Harry snuck out his window, careful not to wake his "brother" Ronald. Back to the center, he was taken so long ago. He snuck up to a random floor and threw a silent bomb at the wall causing it to crumble. Standing in the wreckage of his invention, he smiled slightly at the boy sitting shocked in a cell. He knew They'd make the world pay for their pain.