A cloaked Harshing with a trilby hat on his head walked through the extremely busy diagon alley. It was peak times at there was at least a thousand people in the centre. He looked outside of Gringotts - once his statue had stood there, he had been a Dictator, close to the status of a God. Now he was a nobody, sneaking throughout the world with a kidnapped child...

But he was alone today, he had placed the child safely away in a secret location. Today he would cause some havoc. He pointed his wand at an innocent woman holding her child's hands. Two slashes of his wand knocked them both dead, the green light still noticeable in the sun's full rays.

People started to run, Harshing killed a few more people before vanishing into a nearby shop and watching the chaos from the window. No one knew who killed the people, no one cared - they only cared about saving themselves.

"Ah..." Harshing whispered, his lips curling into a smile, "...the selfishness of humanity."