New Beginnings

Chapter 32

(Warning - murder)

Harry couldn't help but grin. Sure he was standing in a graveyard and smiling probably wasn't going to be auspicious, he just didn't care.

In front of him stood a plain gray headstone, if it wasn't for the engraving on the stone, Harry might've mistaken it for someone elses. As it were the words "Here lies Ronald Bilius Weasley", along with the usual fake lines of "beloved son" etc, proved whose it was.

He wondered if anyone considered Ron a beloved son or brother. That family were as toxic as each other and so far only the twins were able to get away easily, the others hadn't found anything concerning about their behaviour. Harry didn't know if it were Dumbledore who'd made them this way, corrupted the parent's and that had spread to the children, indoctrination was a powerful thing, yet not only had the twins left (albeit now), but Bill and Charlie were gone too, flown to another country. Percy wasn't particularly bad just incredibly focused on the rules and not much else. He hoped Percy could get away because he didn't seem evil, plus he cared more about his career at the ministry than anything.

There was a brief moment where Harry considered leaving the Weasley's to kill each other off. Watch them dissolve into insanity as they slowly rotted away within their home. That would be amusing. Yet harry didn't want to, it was a nice idea, certainly less effort on his part, but he wanted to watch them die, wanted to be their murderer. Just like for Ron and Hermione and Cassidy.

His plan was risky. Though Sirius had assured Tom (him not knowing about Harry yet) that the Weasley's weren't staying at Grimmauld Place for Christmas - given Ron's death and to a lesser extent Hermione - yet Harry knew that Molly would've happily moved the family back on a whim. He had limited time, Draco picking him up to get through the Malfoy wards. Thankfully, Draco had understood that this was personal for Harry and let him do this alone, as sceptical and worried as the blonde was.

Turning away from the grave, Harry started the short trek over to the Burrow, the hilt of his new dagger pressed lightly on his right hip, a reminder of the family waiting for him even if they didn't know it yet. He considered returning to Malfoy Manor and sitting his parents down. It would be hard to convince them, harder than Tom and Harry didn't blame them, he'd react the same way. It was just nauseating to think about, especially with the various ways the situation could go.

Amusingly his thoughts were cut short by the arrival of a certain ginger. She walked slowly down into the cemetery, ignoring Ron's grave entirely and going, instead, to who Harry assumed to be her grandmother. Like Ron's, the headstone was simple too. A dark gray slab. Ginny knelt, holding only one rose, something that Harry figured was more a ritual than financial wise. For a moment, it allowed Harry a better look at her. Puffy, red eyes, face engraved by marks of fatigue and a sallow appearance, like she hadn't eaten in a while. Her clothing attested to that as it hung off her horrendously and nowhere in Harry could he find any sympathy, just a general disdain and small amounts of pity.

Harry smiled, already leaving to find his true targets and knowing that soon Ginny would be gone. He just didn't want to get ahead of himself, though a target was right in front of him, Harry knew killing her now would present more challenges and be more troublesome than its worth. He slipped away, hidden by his invisibility cloak.

The Burrow itself was still as haphazard as always, just less homely than he used to assume. Back when he was twelve and had just been rescued from the Dursley's, Harry had found it brilliant and amusing. He'd assumed that most Wizarding houses were like this, it being the only he'd known for years. Thankfully, he'd ripped the veil off, come to know people for who they truly were before he could be killed by someone else's lust for fame and fortune.