Harry Potter One Shots~Completed

Twisted Fate

This isn't mine. I found it on
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“Crucio!”

The snake writhed in pain, lashing around, on the cold, hard wooden floor and its unseeing eyes turned black.

Harry flicked his wand and the snake lay there—unmoving but not dead. If he had wanted to kill it, he could have simply used the death curse. But he preferred Crucio every time. The suffering and the pain. It gave him satisfaction.

Unforgivable Curse, he huffed and walked up to the window, at the far end of the room. Pulling apart the curtains, slightly, he peeked into his backyard.

He could hear Ginny humming some song to herself as she watered the plants, lined up in her personal garden. She could have easily used magic, but for some weird reason, she preferred gardening the Muggle way.

The sunlight reflected off her bright red hair, making them appear orange, as she continued singing to herself, still oblivious to how terrible a mistake she had made by marrying Harry.

A smile playing on his lips, Harry made his way back to the rocking chair. Closing his eyes and entwining his fingers, he hoped that he’d find a moment of solace here, in his bedroom.

The scar never hurt him, now. The scar of vengeance, he had called it.

It had been 19 long years, anyway. Albus and James were at Hogwarts and Lily had big plans about what she’d do when she got into Gryffindor. All that she kept talking about was how she would be the seeker for the Quidditch team.

Seeker, Harry thought to himself. A seeker for revenge.

Harry wondered how the Sorting Hat couldn’t see through the desires of his kids.

The desires of being sorted into Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart.

He was sure that the Sorting Hat had sensed the presence of something ominous when it sorted James into Gryffindor.

It had sensed it for the third time after it had sorted Harry, 27 years ago and Voldemort about 80 years ago.

Harry’s lips curved upward at the thought of how everyone could be fooled so easily.

All this while the wizarding world thought that Voldemort was the one “who must not be named.”

Little did they know, what had actually happened that night at Godric’s Hollow.

Harry carefully put his wand aside and poured himself some water from the jug placed on the nightstand. As the cool liquid quenched his thirst, he sprinkled a few drops on the snake.

“Nagini,” he called out to the snake that was coiled up on the floor, “don’t act so weak. I’ve named you after one of the bravest snakes I’ve ever known!” He laughed a mirthless laugh as the snake twitched a little, a sign that it was still alive.

Harry Potter—the saviour of the wizarding world, everyone’s hero, every child knew his name!

The fame, the respect, the love—all for something that he was born to achieve.

But no one knew what it felt like to be him. To have lived your entire life, with just one mission—destroy everyone.

A soft knock on the door brought Harry back to reality as Ginny’s voice spoke to him. “Ron and Hermione wanted to talk to you about … something, Harry. They’re coming to visit us, this evening. They seem to be very worried.” She paused and knocked on the door slowly. “Harry? Are you in there?”