The Rouge Griffindor

Snap

Harry had snapped. He was done. This was the moment he stopped caring. He knew, deep inside of him that he shouldn't stop caring, but it's not his fault anyway. He had reached his limit and had been pushed to far to be able to be saved.

~Let's go back to when, how and why this happened~

It was the summer before Harry Potter's 5th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The Dursley's had been ridiculously harsh on him. Petunia would deny him of food, Dudley and his friends/lackeys would beat him up more than ever and Vernon would beat him for the littlest things, things that logically don't matter.

But today, Harry was done. Vernon had stalked over to him and slapped him across the face for no reason, and Harry saw red. As soon as he came out of his state of shock he slapped Vernon and kicked him in the balls before telling the man one thing.

"You and your little family of muggles will regret every time you insulted me, deprived me of food, abused me or made me question my worth. I will promise you that". After that statement he left the house of the terrified Dursley's with nothing but his wand and the clothes he was wearing. Never to return to No.4 Privet Drive or Hogwarts, because he was done with being told what to do and how to do it.

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Authors Note: Thank you for taking the time out of your day to read my fanfiction. I decided to write this fanfic because I was looking for a fanfic where Harry goes rouge and will not kill unless provoked but won't hesitate to kill if angered and annoyed, he doesn't care who you are, Light, Grey, Dark, Griffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Child or Adult he will kill you if you get in his way.

Sorry for ranting. I will see you in the next chapter my lovely readers!!! Bye bye now👋❤️