HP: The Magical Gamer [Chapter 127: Killer Perk At Use! ] (Patreon)

Daphne hurriedly led the group of the professors and Headmaster towards the place from where she had fled.

When they reached their destination, they all became green in face.

"Don't look, Miss Greengrass." The Headmaster warned kindly, but she couldn't help but stare at the work of her saviour.

The whole floor was covered in sticky red liquid. And there were headless bodies sprawled all over the corridor randomly. These bodies lay twisted, their end had been quick, but not painless.

They found the heads stuck on the walls in a row. Shock and horror was etched on their faces. The Six heads were pinned to the wall by long silver nails. 

Which crudely pierced their skulls and then went through the wall. The blood seeping from their necks formed a childish rhyme below. It was written in big bold letters.

'Evil was here, 

so was the Red Grim. 

Evil disappeared, 

so did the Red Grim.'

"Severus, take care of the bodies and inform the parents. Miss Greengrass, come to my office and hopefully we can together unravel this mystery." Dumbledore said with a stricken look, not unaware of the infamous Grims. Those two had been a subject of many heated discussions in the ICW.

Daphne followed him away, dazed and confused. She hadn't needed the Red Grim's help, but she was still grateful to him.

When the headmaster asked for her memory, she reluctantly gave it. She answered all his questions and was relieved when he chalked up the absorption of the Stunning and Cruciatus spells to the mysterious power of the Grim. 

She didn't correct him. She didn't reveal that it wasn't the Grim, but Harry's necklace that saved her. The further Harry's name remained away from this butchering case the better.

She had her suspicions about the identity of the Red Grim. And if she was correct, Harry would be in trouble if any pair of curious eyes fell on him.

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"You know, Miss Gloud, I consider myself very rational and reasonable." Harry whispered, his [Killer] perk active as he sat before her on the plush chair. He was still wearing his Red Grim costume.

Iris too had her Black Grim persona on as she stood behind his chair with her arms crossed.

And sitting on the couch was Regina Gloud, the recent graduate of Hogwarts. She was only in her underwear since the two serial killers hadn't given her any time to dress properly before they plucked her from the bedroom and threw her on the couch.

She was scared like she was never before. The boy sitting in front of her was the lord of shadows. And since only a dim light was on, there were lots of shadows. 

She didn't know if she was imagining it or there really were shadow monsters writhing around him. His green eyes burnt like fiendfyre and his voice was so cool and inhumane that she would have peed if she could.

She didn't know what she did to deserve this.

"Who are you?" She asked in a shaky tone.

The boy simply threw back his hood and removed his mask. The girl behind him did the same.

The available light was enough for her to identify them.

"Harry Potter and Iris Potter?" She muttered in incomprehension, not able to associate those two little naive kids with the monsters sitting in front of her.

"Yes. But that's inconsequential. Tell me, did you contact your cronies to destroy Daphne Greengrass? Did you asked them to rape her? Did you ask them to injure her permanently?" The death before her asked in a calm and composed manner.

It would have been less scary if he had screamed.

When she didn't reply, he continued.

"Did you think that moving to America will absolve you from the suspicion when the news of the attack comes out? You really took a school yard fight on a whole another level, didn't you?" Harry sighed, staring at her sympathetically.

She tried to defend herself. She tried to speak up and say how that one event robbed her off all her hard-earned reputation, how it made her a fool in the pure-blood circle. But nothing came out of her mouth.

"You could have had a long prosperous life. You are very beautiful and smart. Many would have fallen for you and would have offered you all the comforts of life. But alas, you are to die tonight. I can't trust you to not attack again. And as I always say, a dead enemy is the best enemy." He muttered and pulled out a pistol from his pocket. "Iris, go stand behind her and kill her if she tries anything."

Iris gave him a dubious look, but did as told, moving behind the older girl and pointing her wand at her.

"You have two choices and both lead to death. The first one is where I rape you bloody and hang your naked spoiled dead body in the middle of Diagon Alley." Harry hissed, finally showing a hint of his rage. The temperature cooled down abruptly as if a Dementor itself had appeared before her.

Even Iris was surprised by his announcement. But just to prove his words, Harry used his [Shapeshifter] perk to grow older. Instead of a 12 years old child, there now sat a thirty years old man in the chair.

"Or, you can kill youself, comparatively painlessly. Because believe me, I will break you in a week if you choose the former option. I will rape you, I will torture you, I will mutilate you and only when you ask for death, I will offer it to you as a mercy. Choose, quick and painless suicide or a slow humiliating death." Harry smiled cruelly and slid the gun across the table, towards her.

Iris had never seen this side of her brother before. It was the first time that she was seeing him totally pissed off. It was frightening, even for her. And she knew that he wouldn't ever hurt her. She could only imagine what this unfortunate girl was going through.