Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, any Creepypasta or The Birch. They belong to their perspective owners.

Don't I have stories to finish? - Yes, I do.

Why am I writing this instead of finishing the others? - I have too many ideas. Maybe I should write a prompts book for people to borrow ideas...

As this is a Creepypasta fanfic, there will be OCs but just minor ones like random people who will be killed or something like that. Nothing mayor because I hate stories with major OCs too. Though there are fanfics where the writers make the major OCs work really well. For example, the BNHA fanfic 'Yesterday Upon The Stairs' on Archives of Our Own has a major OC who is a ghost named Rei and everyone loves her. Seriously, the story is amazing and there are so many fan arts, heck, even fanfics of it, Yes, you read that right: Fanfics of a fanfic. They're really awesome and you should totally check them out. 'Yesterday Upon Stairs' and its fanfic 'U.A. Unsolved' (also on AO3). #dekuseesdeadpeople

Anyway... Let's get started, shall we?

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"Are you OK?"

The raven looked up, eyes widened in surprise. No one had ever asked him that before, not the kids, not the teachers and specially not the Dursley.

OK, let's rewind a bit, shall we? The raven was a small seven-year-old boy with the greenest eyes you will ever see. And his name was Harry Potter, though he didn't know that until he was 6 and the teacher called his name. Before that, he always thought his name was 'Freak' since his only living family, the Dursley, only ever called him 'freak' or 'boy' or something like that. And then, there's the fact that he lived in a cupboard under the stairs and the fact that he was basically the family's slave and also the fact that he was not feed properly and was hit for... basically everything, to be honest. Now, you might be wondering why those people were not thrown in jail ages ago for child abuse. Well... I have no idea. They certainly were not that great actors, I refuse to think otherwise. Like seriously, how is it that no one has ever called Child Services before? Or even the police!? He is obviously maltreated!! My god! Are the people in Surrey so blind that they could not see that little Harry was abused! Lord! .... ... Let's just leave that discussion for another day and return to the story, yes?

Anyway, that day was not a good day for our little Harry. He woke up to the shrill shrieks of his aunt Petunia, he was hit with a frying pan for slightly burning the bacon, he was forced to work on the garden under the blazing sun and then forced to clean the entire house. And then, he was chased by his cousin Dudley (stupid name, I know) and his gang. He almost got away... but he tripped and was captured and beaten.

He just getting up when someone asked if he was OK. Surprised, the green-eyed looked up to see an older boy offering him a hand.

"It's fine." Harry murmured while he took the hand and got up.

"Kid, it's obviously not fine." The older boy said. " You should seriously talk to your parents about this."

"They are dead." Harry said, looking down.

"Oh, sorry." The other apologized as he visibly cringed, realizing he had said something he shouldn't.

"It's OK..." Harry said, still looking down.

The two stood there in awkward silence for a while until...

"I'm Kris Evergreen... Do you want me to be your friend?" The older boy offered upon the realization that the smaller boy probably had to deal with all his pain alone and most likely needed a friend.

"You want to be my friend?" Harry looked up, eyes slightly watering. "Even if I am a freak?"

"You are not a freak." Kris kneeled down as he held Harry's face. "Why would you say that?"

"Weird things usually happen around me. Freakish things." Harry said, fearing that Kris would leave him.

"Coincidences." Kris waved off. "And if it isn't, that just means that you are unique."

"Y- You really think so?"

"Of course! Besides, if anyone is freakish, it has to be those bullies. I mean, they looked like they haven't finished evolving from animal into human!"

This earned Kris a snicker from Harry as well as his friendship.

...

Days passed by and soon enough, a month had passed. That month was the best month of Harry's life so far. While the Dursley didn't change at all, Harry had a friend that would protect him from bullies as well as play with him. During that month, Kris had also brought him to the library, introducing him to wonderful stories and helping him study. When Kris knew that the Dursley didn't allow him to score higher than Dudley in a test, Kris continued teaching, insisting that "If you don't know what is the right answer, how can you purposely avoid that answer?"

Kris had also tried to make Harry open up more, specially about his most likely (definitely) abusive home. But he didn't press it. He understood that it was going to take some time. But he feared that time is something he didn't have...

...

That day, Kris showed up with a mysterious book.

"Some believe that the forest cares for nothing but itself." Kris said. "That's not true. If you listen carefully, you can hear its voice. Its tortured heart can feel our pain too."

"My time is almost up." Kris continued as he gave Harry the book. "When I'm gone, She will look after you. Protect you."

"Look for her mark in the forest." Kris opened the book and pointed at a strange symbol. "Good children with love in their hearts, like you, will be help by Her: The Birch."

By this point, Harry was obviously freaked out. "What- What do you mean your time is almost up? What- Who is the Birch? And... And..." Harry looked at Kris, waiting for an explanation.

"I have cancer..." Kris explained. "And I'm not getting any better. I'm only getting worse. My family will moved away tomorrow so I want you to have this. This book had been passed down through generations in my family. I have seen the Birch protecting my grandma with my own eyes. She is real and I want Her to protect you."

"But... what about you? And won't your parents get mad that you gave me this book?"

"Harry, I'm dying. The Birch cannot miraculously treat an untreatable disease. My parents don't care about this book and my grandma already agreed with me giving you this. You are a good kid that does not deserve the kind of treatment the Dursley give you so, I am giving you a protector. Now, do the Dursley ever check your backpack?"

"No?..."

"Hide it in there and to the woods and do what the book says tomorrow after school. For now, let's just enjoy our last time together, no?"

"Yes."

...

Dudley was not happy the last month. The Freak had found himself a protector and he couldn't do anything! He hated it! On the bright side, that guy had just moved away. There was no one left to protect that Freak!

After school that day, the pig-human hybrid thing known as Dudley or Dudleykinns (*shudders*)  gathered his gang of friends to go 'Harry Hunting', a sick game that they had invented. And by sick, I mean the game sickens me, not that the game is awesome. The gang of animal-human hybrids saw Harry walking into the woods with a book in hand and decided to see what the Freak was going to do before they jump out and beat him up.

...

There it is! After a long time searching, he had finally found it. There, carved on a birch tree, was the symbol from the book!

Harry took out the symbol he had made from sticks according to the instructions written in the book, held it in front of the one carved on a birch tree and began chanting the lines in Kris's book.

"For thee who makest me, I shall come. He who breaks me shall come undone.
For thee who makest me, I shall come. He who breaks me shall come undone!"

The wind picked up and a creepy, ghostly moan could be heard. But then, it stops.

"Hey Freak!" Someone yelled. Harry turned around to see Dudley and his gang running at him. He tried to run away but he was surrounded. Manny, the monkey-human hybrid of the group (or was it a monkey that had not fully evolved into a human?) tackled him to the ground. Piers a.k.a Ratboy took the wooden symbol from him.

"Look, Big D! The Freak made a freakish toy!" Ratboy said, throwing it at Dudley who caught it.

"Aww... How cute!" Dudley said before he broke it in half, threw the pieces down and crushed them with his feet. Meanwhile, the rest of the gang had started hitting poor Harry.

"H̶͕̜̫͇̖̯͓̉ͯ͊͌̔̿ę͇͍̱͔̲̀̒̾͠ ̴̹͈͌ͯ͠w̶̼̰̻̞̬̞͙̭ͥ̾̂ͯ͗h͕͖̫̝̺̮ͤ̉̇̓̈́͆̂̀̚o̵͈͐̔͝ ̨̰̩̭͓̺͙̭͕͒̌ͯ͌̊̃̾́͢b̶̢̳͈̱͚̞ͦͩͫ̒r̔ͦ̑͛̔̂͋̑͘҉̜̹̰͖̫̦͓ȩ̻͔̟̙ͫͣ̈̏̓ͮ͐̚a̼̫̣̜̤̩ͨ̀ͣ̄ͩ̎ͮ̕kͤ̊͡͏̪̭̗͓ͅš͎̳̻̝̺̠ͥ́ ̸̴̯̩̯̪͖͈͕̯̓̇̉̽͌̓͗ͪm̧̰͍ͣe̡͔̘̙̥̠̮ͧ͌͋̾̈́ͫ̀̚ ̈ͯͫ̅́͏͈͕s̳̥͚̦̫͊̈́͟h̨͙̲̬̫̘̗̒̄̂̃̓̇̽͝ả͎̟̩͖͑ͫ̋̆̀̃̅͘͡l̞̭̃̀̓͘͜l̶̷͚̩̻͕̘̜̰͛̇̊̄͐͌̑ ̴͖͖͚͈̹̠̮͛̔̒ͮͬ͞ͅc̥̤̜̖͐͞o̷̦̩̮̬̹̦̮ͪ̓̄͋͢m̨̜̏̐͋͊͒ͫͤḛ̵̤̘̬͖̳͌͞ ̝̹͉͓͉̓́ǔ̴͎̤̽̆̅̎ͯͫͨ͟ñ̷̦̖͇̖̃̂͛͌ͦ̽̑̕d̷̟̗̗͓͖̳̹ͨ̀͝o̧̫̟͓̤͛̒̊̅̆ͧ̀͠n̵̖̩̹̫̥̹̹ͭ̐̊̀e̵͙͙̳ͨ͌̈̿͒͐̒̿́.̵̭̱̤ͫ.̴̛̻͎̝̠̺͉̱̂̒ͩ́ͬ̓.̸̟̟͙͇̻̫̪͂̏͑͆̋͐͞.." An eerie, raspy yet still feminine voice said before a strong wind blew at them. Everyone turned towards where the wind came from, only to see Her.

She was a tall figure. She didn't seem to have any legs, just what looked like a long-dress which had fused into her. She had skin that... no, She had no skin but birch wood instead. She had long arms with long and really sharp fingers. She has a skeletal head with what looked like roots covering the upper half of her face though you could still see Her eyes... Her black, hollow eyes.

Dudley and his gang screamed and ran away as fast as they could, leaving Harry behind with Her.

...

Harry sad there, blood splattered all over his body. He was shaking in fear, scared of what She might do to him. But She just gave him Her hand.

"Good children with love in their hearts, like you, will be help by Her: The Birch." Kris's voice sounded in his mind.

Gathering his courage, Harry took the offered hand. She helped him up. Wooden vines wrapped around his small arm. He neither flinched or tried to run away.

The contract had been sealed.

...

"Breaking news: The corpses of 7 children have been found in a wood behind Surrey's Primary School, those of 2 adults have been found inside their home at #4 Privet Drive, and that of another adult in Baskerville Park, all of them mutilated beyond recognition with scratches and slashes all over their bodies. Not only that they were also dismembered and had their heart ripped out. The body parts were found to be impaled by small but sharp birch tree branches and roots. According to autopsy, the kids were killed on May 13th, the couple 2 days later and the last victim was killed 4 days after the initial murders. Because of this, police suspect that this was the work of a serial killer and strongly advised the public to be on the lookout..."

"Oh my, how terrible!"

"Honey, I'm scared!"

"Tch. Criminal scums."

"How could the killer get away so easily? I mean, in the woods with no one, yes, but in a crowded neighborhood?"

"Why birch though?"

The small diner broke into murmurs. Everyone was talking about the recent murders. Everyone except a young black-haired child with green eyes that shone like emeralds who was wearing a dark hoodie. The child left the money on the counter and walked out of the diner, ducking down into a dark alley.

Unbeknownst to the boy, a tall figure in Armani watch him from afar before they disappeared.

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And that's gonna wrap up this chapter. Also, in case you are wondering what is the difference between a mass murderer, a spree killer and a serial killer:

- A mass killer is the name given to people behind large-scale killings like the Columbine massacre, Sandy Hook or the Aurora Batman shooting. The key characteristic of a mass killer is the intent to murder a large amount of people in one place at one time.

- A spree killer differs from a mass killer because of their performance, not their number of victims. A mass murderer's act is generally confined to one episode or episodes over the course of a very short period of time, while a spree killer's murders occur in several different locations, and are spread out over a longer period, often several days. But the FBI notes that a spree killer must have virtually no cooling-off time between the murders; it must be part of one rapid-moving act.

- Defining a serial killer is not as simple as it may seem. The rationales, organizational tactics and psychological profile of a serial killer can differ radically from killer to killer. The basic definition, though, is a person who commits a series of murders over a prolonged period — sometimes over the course of decades — often with the same sort of shape or procedure. And yes, female serial killers exist, and are in fact less likely to get caught.

Anyway, what do you think of this chapter?

Originally, I was gonna have Harry kill a random person but decided that it would be too rush and scrapped it.

Also, I found this short horror film on Crypt TV which features Logan Paul... dying a horrible death... because he didn't follow the rules...

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