A/N: sorry for the wait. Here is chapter 1. Enjoy!

Harry's POV

It was a dark windy night, in Sidney, London. I couldn't believe that Dumbledore was making me stay with these horrible muggles.

It was hard to keep the mask up. Too many times have I almost lost my temper. Too many times have I almost blown my cover as the Gryffindor golden boy.

I knew all about the lies that Dumbledore had told me. I knew all about his attempts to obliverate me to erase my memories. I knew the old bastard was up to something. I just couldn't figure out what that something was.

I knew Ron was pretending to be my friend and for what...money?!

I knew that Hermione was only my friend for the popularity my status as the Gryffindor golden boy gave her. And she was also getting paid to be my friend.

I had put my trust in the wrong people... I knew that Ginny was trying to dose my drinks with a love potion to get me to love her.

When in reality I hated her. I hated Molly Weasley... I hated everyone who believed in Dumbledore's lies.

There was no prophecy... It was a fake. So basically he was making me run on wild goose chases nearly getting myself killed every time. I should just blow my cover and be who I truly am, and that is Hadrian Lucian Malfoy.

I hated pretending that I hated my own brother Draco. Draco didn't even know I was his brother. But I had to pretend to be Harry Potter for just a little longer.

Things were going according to plan. Tonight I was going to brutally murder the Dursley's for all the pain and suffering they had put me through since I was old enough to walk.

I was tired of their bullshit. It was going to stop.

"Hey freak! Get your fucking ass down here!" The voice of my uncle Vernon roared from downstairs.

I narrowed my eyes coldly as they darkened with rage. 

I gpt up off my bed and exited the room and walkes down the stairs. When I got there I saw a purple faced pissed off Vernon.

I kept my face in it's emotionless mask. I didn't want him to see what I'm feeling. Which is pure rage.

"What?" I said coldly.

Uncle Vernon sneered before he reached to grab me.

"You fucking freak, what did I tell you about talking to me like that?!" Vernon yelled.

I moved out of the way so his hand missed me which made him more pissed.

"No uncle Vernon. You won't be touching me anymore." I drawled coldly.

With my magic I blasted him into a wall making his head crack against the wall.

I smirked pleased when I saw the blood on the wall where his head hit.

It brought me great pleasure to see him in pain. After all the pain, the abuse I could finally see this bastard feel the pain I had felt.
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Using my favorite spell Crucio I watched as the fat whale screamed and withered and squirmed on the floor.

I smirked evilly.

"Hurts doesn't it Uncke Vernon? Do you feel it? The pain of your blood ferling on fire. This isn't even near half of the pain I felt." I said with a sneer of hate.

I sent the crucio spell at Uncle Vernon again hearing the pain filled scream.

Then I sent the Diffindo spell at him and watched as the flames covered his body head to toe.

The ear piercing scream that ripped from Uncle Vernon's throat pleased me. When his screams stopped I knew he was dead. I turned to my Aunt Petunia who was staring at me with horror.

"You killed him! You killed my Vernon!" Petunia screeched.

I winced as my ears started to ring from her scream.

"Your next." Was the only thing I said.

I shot a Avada Kedavra at her and watched as her body hit the ground. The only one left now would be Dudley. I left the two dead bodies on the floor and headed upstairs.

When I got up the stairs I took a turn and stopped at a door. I kicked the door open, Dudley jumped in fright from his bed as he looked at me.

He looked surprised then down right pissed.

"What the fuck you little shit! You broke my door! You will fix that." Dudley snapped with a hate filled sneer.

I smiled evilly. "I don't think so."

Dudley growled under his breath before he charged me. I dodged effortlessly. I looked at Dudley with bored emotionless eyes.

"I won't allow you to hit me again Dudley. In fact you'll never hit me again not after I'm done with you." I said before I pulled a dagger I kept hidden up my sleeve.

With a swift slash I cut his throat. Unfortunately for me Dudley's blood splattered all over my face and clothes.

I looked down at my clothes with disgust. I left the body on the floor as i grabbed clean clothes from my bedroom, and hurriedly walked to the bathroom to take a shower.

When I was done with my shower, I dressed into the clothes I picked out which were a silk black long sleeved shirt, and black skinny jeans.

I walked into my room, grabbed a clean pair of socks, putting them on before I put on my black combat boots.

Once fully dressed I left my room, went into Dudley's room and burned his body with a Diffindo.

I didn't want anyone knowing it was me thay killed them. When Dudley's body was nothing but ash I flicked my wrist and within not even a second the ashes disappeared like they were never there.

I went downstairs where Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia's dead bodies lay. I flicked my wrist again anf watched as they burned. Moments later they were nothing but ashes.

The ashes soon disappeared as I silently did a clean up spell non verbally.

The only thing I left behind was all the blood that splattered everywhere.

I honestly didn't care that I left some evidence. But since I was using wandless magic no one would be able to track what spells were used, if there was magic used, and who did it.

I the golden boy Harry Potter had just killed 3 muggles. And the best part was that I loved it.

After this day, I will no longer be known as Harry Potter but Hadrian Lucian Malfoy.

Moments later my glamour fell, my black hair became a white blonde, my eyes became a greenish blue, and my skin a perfect flawless ivory.

I was no longer the golden boy. And it felt good to no longer have to hide who I am. I was finally free to be myself.

When Harry Potter doesn't show at Hogwarts for his sixth year, they would go looking for him. They would be none the wiser that he was right under their noses. Not as Harry Potter but as Hadrian Malfoy.