Voldemort pov
I stood in the woods with my inner circle, waiting for Greybacks group to show up. They were late, and I was getting impatient. After another ten minutes, I heard a commotion coming from behind us like someone was running and stumbling through the woods being chased by people things. Things I couldn't quite discern. I turned and made my way towards the source, thinking it was probably Fenrirs group chasing someone.
What I found as I got closer to the ruckus was Harry Potter holding up chains that bound his ankles and wrists. As he did his ready best to run through the underbrush. The ones clearly giving chase were shout 'get back here freak.' And 'there's no escape boy.' My face hardened hearing this. What the hell was fenrir up to. The boy damn near ran right into me. He took pause as he realized who was in front of him. He looked behind himself, then back to me. "Best to get out while you can." He whispered harshly at me.
He turned then and began cutting a new path through the woods. After a few minutes, I heard a muggle gunshot go off. Wolves didn't hunt like that. What was happening. As I went to where the boy had gone to, I saw he was locked in a fight he seemed to be losing with a grotesquely fat muggle. Or a large walrus hard to tell. As I raised my wand to throw the beast off him to get answers. The boy hit him in the groin before using his chains against his assailant. Wrapping them around the neck. He pulled the chain tight as I heard a group rushing our way from the direction we had come from so signaled to my followers to greet them.
I watched as the man lost consciousness, but the boy didn't relent. It's likely not realizing it was over. When the boy finally relented, the overweight body landed on him. The boy struggled to free himself once he'd managed. He panted, trying to calm down. Then, he began going through the man's pockets. He pulled out a knife, a wallet, a set of keys, and finally, a single key on a rope leash. The boy made a noise of triumph. As he jabbed it into a slot on one wrist. Turning it, the manicule fell free. The boy made quick work of the rest before he pocketed the knife and keyset. Then he started going through the wallet.
The boy took the cash first and then took several little cards. He pitched the rest. Then, he grabbed the muggle gun the man had discarded in favor of physical attack. The boy checked the gun over and then checked the man's pockets again till he found a few bullets. He grinned. "I'd say turnabouts fair play." He said softly as he grinned like a loon. Then his eyes turned upwards. As he slung the rifle over his shoulder.
Once he was in the tree, he began to look around. He seemed to spot what he was looking for, so I flew up to watch. I noticed Fenrir was also climbing up to watch. The boy moved through the tree tops with ease, then stopped crouching down and taking the rifle in hand. He loaded it without looking. Then, he seemed to aim it. After a long moment, he fired once, then twice screams went off after each shot.
The boy then tossed the gun, rubbing his shoulder where he had braced it. He climbed down before setting off to where he had shot at. Fenrir and I followed, giving each other looks of curiosity. When the boy came across some sort of giraffe human combo, I cringed. The thing was hidious to look at, and he had clearly shot her in the knee. The boy didn't waste much time pulling the knife he'd pocketed from the man. He showed her the knife, making her freeze. "What have you done?!" The shocked horror in her voice made me smile. The boy moved quick as lightning, lunging forward and sliding the blade, threw the center of her throat.
He continued walking off till he reached what appeared to be a baby whale human crossbreed. It was begging to be spared, but Harry began to take his time. It was beautiful work. Even Bella was staring in awe as he carved the thing up. Once done, he sat back, feeling the thrill from the hunt still. "Well, it looks like I won this time." He muttered before slumping down on a tree.
