AN: So, I had the idea for this while reading the stuff an author by the name of gothicjedi666. He's got a lot of stories that feature his same OC, 'Gothic,' in each of his stories and one of them was a Harry Potter story. His character is usually a bit nihilistic and has his own personal goals and schemes going on. I had this idea from reading it that instead of an OC Harry running his own scheme, we have an OC who is playing his own game. This is the only section I typed out.

I'm pretty busy working on my other story right now and with real world stuff, but maybe I'll turn one of the snippets here into a story someday. Until then, I'll just be occasionally throwing up bits and pieces of other stuff I've written or come up with.

Harry Potter Snippet 01:

"The bloody hell are you even doing here!?" he demanded. "How did you even get in here!?"

"You're understandably upset by that," I said. "And really, you should be. Dumbledore's protection wards over this place are not nearly as foolproof as he's told you. This is what happens when you half-ass things, I suppose."

I drew the taser and pointed it at Harry as he got ready to jump off the bed and possibly attack me. He probably couldn't hope to win in a fistfight against me given how I was clearly bigger and stronger and he was an underfed and untrained teenager.

"None of that, Harry," I told him. "These things hurt like hell. I'd rather not hurt you and I think we both know that you couldn't hope to overpower me on your own without your wand."

"What are you taking?" he demanded.

With one hand, I undid the latches on the protected briefcase and opened it up. Inside was Harry's cloak of invisibility lying neatly folded.

"Unfortunately, Harry," I told him. "I'm going to have to borrow your cloak for a little while."

Harry stared at me in shock and fury as I stood there and finished closing the briefcase. He didn't dare get up as I kept the taser pointed at him as he stayed sitting on his bed.

"Relax," I said. "You'll get it back. But I'm going to have to disappear for a bit to get some things done. I'm having to take the direct method to get what I want and that means coming here. You can thank Dumbledore and his private army of stooges for that."

"So, Dumbledore found you out, did he?" Harry asked, trying to sound smug. "You're the one he has been looking for!"

"I'm pretty sure Dumbledore has been spying on and tracking a fair number of people other than me, but sure, he's also been trying to find me out too," I told him, hefting the briefcase off of his desk and carrying it.

"Why have you done this?" Harry demanded. "Dumbledore has been trying to fight Voldemort and keep the world safe for everyone! You're sabotaging that! You've been sabotaging him and the rest of us!"

"I don't have the time or the inclination to explain this all to you to share with Dumbledore later," I informed him. "Also; sabotage? Seems like a very exaggerated and biased opinion."

"You've been going around and murdering people!" Harry fumed at me. "How are you any better than Voldemort?"

Alright, that accusation stung a bit.

"I'm going to choose not to be mad about that," I told him with a mild glare. I pulled out my phone and hit send on the message for my ride to come pick me up. "You're upset and I know Dumbledore has you pretty brainwashed. I'm sure that you'll come around eventually."

"You're not getting away with this!" Harry retorted. "Wherever you're going, we'll find you and I'll take back my cloak!"

If that wasn't a heroic deceleration, then I'm deaf.

"Harry," I sighed, shaking my head at him. "Where do you think I slept at Hogwarts?"

Harry looked thrown by my apparent non sequitur. "What? What does that have to do with anything?" he asked in confusion.

"It's not a trick question," I responded. "Where do you think I slept at Hogwarts?" I checked my watch for the time and held back a smile. Any minute now.

"I don't know, your dormitory?" Harry threw his arms out in exasperation at my attitude.

I smiled at him, seeming pleased with his answer. "Exactly, Harry. I slept in the boys dormitory for my time at Hogwarts. I had five roommates when I moved in my first year. Do you remember what happened just before our Fourth Year?"

Harry, still looking confused and increasingly frustrated opened his mouth to retort, but I cut him off. "The Quidditch World Cup. Specifically, the Death Eaters attacking the campgrounds. Do you know how many roommates I had at the start of my Fourth Year? None. Two of my roommates were killed in that attack and the other three were pulled from school by their families as they decided to flee the country rather than risk their children's lives and theirs as well."

My smile turned cold. I heard the sound of a powerful engine in the distance and knew it was about time to wrap this up.

"I spent my entire Fourth Year in what was essentially a private room. I won't claim that I was particularly close to any of them, but I certainly noticed their absence.