The-One-Who-Devours

First Prey and School

AN: Italics are Parseltongue

"Freak wake up!" Was the phrase accompanied by the meaty thuds of Uncle Vernon's fist on his cupboard.

"Yes Uncle Vernon. You piece of shit." He stated while hissing the insult under his breath.

"Hurry up and make breakfast." Was the usual demand from Aunt Petunia.

He sighed as he got started on their breakfast knowing full well, and not caring, that he will get nothing. The temptation to take the knives and cut up Dudley for breakfast was there as usual but he refrained knowing if he tried Uncle Vernon would do that to him instead.

"Dudders don't complain you're going!" Aunt Petunia somehow finally had the courage to reprimand her precious Dudders while he set the table.

"But the Freak's going too." Dudley complained loudly. The food Harry laid in front of him immediately found itself in Dudley's mouth. Harry didn't let his look of disgust be shown.

"Then the Freak can walk to school. Here and get out." Vernon shoved a map in his hands and pushed him out the door the moment his food hit his plate.

The moment he was outside a very malicious smirk briefly flitted across his face before he set lips in a tight line and looked at the map. The map did not mark which route he was supposed to take but he had plenty of time to figure it out. He frowned at the strange feeling he got once he stepped out of the driveway but decided to figure it out later as his hunger made its presence known at the sight of a family coming out of their home. He forced the urge down not wanting his prey to be too close to his current dominion.

It wasn't until five blocks down did he find something interesting. The house looked just like all the others however the fact the door was busted open caught his eye. Leaving caution to the wind he entered.

The smell hit him first but it was absolutely divine. His nose flared as he took in the scent his eyes then darted to the source. The young woman was gasping weakly in a puddle of her own blood indicating that she was attacked very recently, likely a matter of moments before he found the house. He glanced around for the attacker but found nothing but broken and ransacked pieces of furniture.

"Perfect." He hissed startling the woman who shrieked at the black fangs lining his now wide open mouth.

"P-please no. Get away from me, demon!" She shouted weakly causing more blood to gush out of the wound in her abdomen.

"Ssssorry lady but I'm ssssso very hungrysssss." He said before he lunged, sinking his fangs deep into her shoulder. He moaned at the taste as she screamed loudly and struggled weakly.

"N-no s-stop p-please. AAHHHH!" Her begs and pleas fell on deaf ears as Harry tore the muscle off her shoulder, his venom coating the wound left behind. He watched fascinated as the flesh around it started to decay. He decided the clothes were in his way and wished them gone.

The woman gave a short startled squeak but was far too weak to continue screaming as her clothes vanished. Harry happily took a nice large bite of her breasts tearing through them without preamble. He then bit into the exposed ribs savoring the crunch as his fangs sheared straight through bone and muscle as he devoured the lung in front of him.

He ripped out the other lung before swallowing it whole without issue. Starting to get full he eyed the slowly beating heart before he ripped it out and devoured it as it gushed blood all over his face. His entire body shuddered in absolute pleasure as he felt the power within him react to the heart he just ate and he couldn't help but moan as it coursed through him.

He opened his eyes, he didn't notice he had closed them and noticed he had a black aura that soon disappeared. He looked down at the blackening body under him quietly admiring the bloody mess he made.