Harry Potter's Ghoul Inheritance

This is Bad...

Harry's POV.
I apparated out during the celebration, deciding to do some joy hunting as my own private celebration. I let my creature take over completely, moving to the most hidden part of my brain, deciding to stay there for a bit.

Harry's Creature POV.
Harry finally released total control over to me. I decided to enjoy my freedom and binge a little. 

It was almost six in the morning when I decided to stop, I had killed and eaten over 12 people, no children, but I also tortured and killed at least another 15, also none children, nor did I eat them. I returned to my room at Grimmauld place and took a shower to rinse myself of the blood that is coating me. I clean my cloak, using magic and stow everything away in the trunk.

I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling and just laugh. My laugh sounds crazy and demented, I didn't care, only making me laugh more. I laughed for a solid 10 minutes before a knock was heard at my door.

"Come in," I say, not even bothering to hide that I am Harry's creature, not actually Harry.

In walked the Grim and the werewolf.

"Hey, Harry, just wanted to see how you are doing," the grim asks me.

"I feel great. How do you two feel?" I ask them, still staring at the ceiling, a dark and twisted smirk on my face.

"We are good. We wanted to talk to you though, something was brought to our attention by some people who would normally ignore us as much as possible, but they weren't able to this time," Remus starts.

"Oh, what was brought up?" I ask, conveying confusion.

"Harry, we know you aren't in control right now. We also know what some of the reasons you left Hogwarts early were for, and that you left after the Dark side won. So, can we please talk to Harry?" Sirius asks me, almost pleadingly.

"Why should he come back?" I ask them, wondering if they actually cared.

"Because you both have people that care about you, you both have people who don't want you to get hurt or killed because of something you are struggling to control. Because you have family who loves you," Sirius states, getting angry at the end, and starting to yell.

Harry asks me to let him back in control, I nod my head and let him come back.

Harry's POV.

I feel my eyes turn back to normal, as my creature returns to the depths of my mind. I look over to Sirius and Remus, they both sigh in relief.

"Harry, why didn't you tell us you were struggling with binge eating?" Sirius asks, sitting on my bed next to me. Remus sits on the other side of me, making it a little difficult to get out.

"I didn't realize how bad it was until tonight. I had thought I was getting better control over binge eating. I even brought Tom along last night, when I went to eat, knowing I would need him to help me stay in control. Tonight, I let my creature have the reigns completely. And as much fun as I had, I also remember a bunch of people that died that didn't need to. The ones that I didn't even bother to eat afterwards, just left their corpses to rot in an unknown location," I tell them.

Sirius and Remus wrap an arm around me, causing me to flinch a little at the sudden touch. I tense a little, but gradually relax as I know that they aren't going to hurt me.

"Harry, what's going on?" Remus asks, probably able to smell my slight mood change.

"The Dursleys practically killed me, abused me to death. I have been struggling with the memories that keep popping up from them, ones that I didn't completely remember, or had pushed out of my mind completely," I tell them.

"Harry, are you trying to find something you feel you have control over?" Remus asks, showing worry and sadness.

I nod my head very subtly, but enough that both catch it.

"Harry, they can't hurt you anymore. Plus I am sure that Lily and James are making their afterlife hell for what they did to their nephew. But this binge eating, you aren't controlling it, you are starting to let it control you. Don't lose yourself to your creature, Harry. Trust me, it makes you feel worse than you did before you even started," Remus tells me, remembering other werewolves who lost themselves to their wolves.

I nod my head as my eyes finally start to tear up, finally letting a lot of emotions out that I had kept bottled up for years. 

The three of us eventually fall asleep together, not wanting to leave the others alone, mostly them not wanting to leave me alone. However, we still all sleep.