Warning, this get's dark very quickly.

You have been warned.

Chapter 01: Birth of a New Pasta

Freak.

Boy.

Good for nothing.

That was all he heard in his life.

Harry James Potter was a peculiar Nine Year Old with messy jet black hair that covered a lightning bolt scar on his forehead and he had emerald green eyes.

He wore a baggy sweatshirt, jeans and taped glasses.

For as long as he remembered he was called all those things and more.

Four-Eyes.

Brat.

Troublemaker.

Harry didn't know how he took it for nine years, but no more.

It all ended with one more name to his long list.

Murderer.

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Harry Potter was breathing heavily as his face was covered in blood and he held a bloodied fork with an eye on it as the body of a huge man was in front of him before he dropped the fork.

He was just now coming to terms with what he did.

The man he murdered was Vernon Dursley, his Uncle who worked at a company that sold drills called Grunnings.

Now Vernon always put up a facade to people that he was a man who did no wrong, when in reality he was a man who hated anything abnormal and ever since Harry could remember on being brought to the doorstep of the Dursley's, the man hated him.

There were times when he would lock Harry in the Cupboard under the stairs where he usually slept with the spiders, or with abuse that left bruises that Harry had to hide from people.

Tonight was an extremely bad night when Vernon came home drunk from a failed deal and decided to punish Harry, first by holding him in the air by his hair and shouting at him when he was eating Dinner.

Harry just wanted him to put him down, but after feeling a small tug in his stomach, Vernon was knocked backwards, dropping him on the table.

Scrambling to get away from his Uncle, Vernon was furthered angered by the display of 'freakishness' so he grabbed Harry who had his hands on a fork and brought him close to shout and reacting in fear, Harry plunged the fork in his eyes before feeling the tug again and this time when the man fell, there was a loud snap emitting from his neck.

'I-I killed him.' Harry thought with wide eyes.

But he wasn't feeling any remorse.

... He wasn't feeling anything about this.

In fact he felt... Relieved.

Invigorated.

Harry began to chuckle as everything that happened to him in his life went through his mind.

All the punishments that he got.

The pain he received.

Physical pain from his 'family'.

Mental pain from not having friends.

This was the first time he actually felt like how he did.

The chuckle soon turn to full blown laughter as Harry lost it before he heard a car door and smiled.

That was his Aunt Petunia and his Cousin Dudley.

Perhaps he could have this feeling again.

Opening the cabinet, Harry saw the two sharp knives he always used for cutting up vegetables considering the Dursleys forced him to cook.

Grabbing them, Harry heard a scream and he knew that Vernon's body was found.

"Dudley we need to go." Petunia, a very skinny woman said in worried tone only to hear soft footsteps and Harry rounded the corner.

"Hello Auntie." Harry said giving a smile that actually scared her and the obese boy that tried to hide behind her, although he was too big to hide behind his skinny aunt, he was making a good effort. "Did you see my handiwork?"

"Y-You did that to Dad?!" Dudley asked in shock with a sick look on his face.

"How dare you!" Petunia said taking a step back in fear as Harry began walking closer. "We housed you, fed you, gave you your clothes and this is how you thank us-?"

"Thank you?!" Harry glared gripping the knife. "For what? The Beatings? The Taunting? The House Work you forced me to do while you laid about?"

With each word he spoke, cold filled the air as the lights he passed shattered with an unknown force.

"How about I show you how thankful I really am." Harry said before turning to Dudley. "You'll be next, cuz."

"Dudley, get out of here!" Petunia ordered as Dudley took off running, although with how big he was it looked more like waddling instead.

Looking at him moving, Harry knew that he wouldn't be able to get him until he dealt with his Aunt but there was a rush of wind and the door closed before the deadbolt went in. 'Well hello.' Harry's grin returned as he figured out he did that.

"M-Mum, the doors locked." Dudley wailed trying to open it.

Petunia barely had time to react as Harry ran forward stabbing the knife into her leg causing her to cry out in pain.

"What's the matter?" Harry asked with a laugh. "Don't you want to know how thankful I am?!"

With that he stabbed her other leg causing Petunia to fall over and he slit her throat as Dudley watched in horror.

Turning from Petunia to his cousin, Harry smiled. "Boo."

Dudley screamed and ran to the right into the living room.

Laughing, Harry cut him off by running through the Kitchen before Dudley could make it to the back door. "Remember when we used to play?" Harry asked as Dudley took off running again. "What was it called? Harry Hunting?"

Dudley was panicking as he tried to run up the stairs.

"Well how about we play some Dudley Hunting?" Harry asked walking after Dudley as the boy made it up the stairs. "You already have a head start."

Dudley made it to the bathroom where he locked the door and backed away as Harry's footsteps got closer.

The doorknob rattled as Harry chuckled. "Ah yes, the safe zone." Harry said with a shake of his head. "It always worked for me, so why not for you?"

It was a tense few minutes before Dudley didn't hear anything but then he heard something break on the door.

"There you go." Harry walked down the stairs where a liquid trail was leading from the front door to the bathroom where an Oil Lamp was in pieces as he pulled out a thing of matches that Vernon kept in his pocket for a fag. "And you thought you were safe in there."

Striking the match, Harry tossed it on the liquid as a fire quickly spread through out the house as the two bodies began to burn and after awhile, Harry could hear Dudley screaming in terror as he smelt the smoke.

With that done, Harry pocketed the matchsticks and he held the knives as he walked away from the now burning house.

"Oh that was fun." Harry said making it a block away when he heard screams of the neighbors at seeing the house.

But he had an empty feeling now.

Then Harry grinned.

Who cares because he was free now.

Giving a laugh, Harry left as a loud pop filled the air near Privet Drive showing an aged man in robes with a long silver beard heading towards the burning house.

To Be Continued...

Well... This is the first time I wrote something twisted like this and I hope it wasn't too random with Harry going insane. I also hope it was believable with his accidental magic mixed in with it, but I hope you enjoyed it and tell me which Creepypasta you want Harry to meet first and how he meets them.

The Choices are these.

Ticci Toby.

Slenderman.

Clockwork.

Little Sally.

Ben Drowned.

One of those five will be the ones to introduce Harry to the world of Creepypasta's.

Oh and when I actually plan to have many of the Creepypasta's live in one place (Slender Mansion) and it'll be random as hell when I get to that point... I honestly have no plot for this.

... Yet at least.

Alright Spidey Signing Out!