Title: Temporary Insanity
Summary: Harry's fed up, he's snapped; at the end of his tether, rope, bicycle chain; whatever, all he knows is that he has had it! He's done with the Wizarding world. He announces this to a packed great hall during breakfast. Time-line: Set at the beginning of fifth year, spoilers for all seven books.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter; that belongs to JK Rowling and Warner Brothers. No money was made in the writing of this.
IMPORTANT: For this story, Squibs do have a little magic, though they can't access it.
Author's Note: I had trouble writing this, seems easier to write depressingly tragic stuff instead, I don't even wanna know what that indicates...
Anyway, enjoy!
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Harry stood up in his seat in the great hall and shook with rage; newspaper grasped tightly in hand; headline reporting fallacious and vicious gossip, another bogus Boy-Who-Lived scandal.
"That's it! I have had it, I'll go to Switzerland, perhaps take up yodelling as a long term career," He crazily asserted, loud enough only for the carrot-top near him to hear.
Ron looked up worriedly at the boy saviour, and mouth full asked confusedly "Wha... arr... ew... au'ing... abou... arry?" as bits of half-chewed egg and toast fell from his mouth.
Harry ignored him and turned his attention to professors sitting at the head table. Umbridge, 'The Pink Blancmange' simpered grotesquely at McGonagall, while Dumbledore interrupted Madam Hooch's suggestive conversation with Flitwick on broom maintenance, by requesting the bowl of grapes next to a spaced-out Trelawney.
Harry got up onto the bench, then onto the table, his left foot pushing his empty plate and unused cutlery aside, too incensed to have eaten, and shouted, "Professor Dumbledore, I quit!"
All eyes turned to the boy, conversations ceased, though sporadic twitters were heard about the room, like the early birds of dawn.
"Harry, sit down," Hermione hissed, pulling slightly at his leg.
"What are you doing, you stupid boy, get down from there!" bellowed the vampire bat, glaring across the room.
Harry took no notice of Hermione, and yelled, "Shut up Snape! I wasn't talking to you."
"This proves it," Seamus Finnegan whispered self-righteously to his friend Dean "he really has gone nuts," he declared while next to his temple he twirled his right index finger round in a circle.
"And before you say anything about taking points from Gryffindor, I'd like to say something first. Headmaster," Dumbledore looked enquiring over his half-mooned glasses at the foolish boy, eyes no longer twinkling, grapes forgotten, "I cannot and furthermore, I shouldn't have to put up with this shit." He ignored Hermione's shocked gasp, the tug on his appendage increasing, and threw down the Daily Prophet. It landed in Parvati's breakfast, she jerked back in her seat in surprise as the tabloid sent milk and cereal flying.
"Being a part of the Wizarding world has brought me more trouble than when I was living with the Dursleys. I'm done with it."
"You idiot boy," Umbridge spluttered. "One cannot simply be done with the magical world just like that," she said whilst snapping her pudgy fingers, nails coloured cerise. "You have to renounce your magic first." She giggled while the pink and cherry chequered bow wobbled precariously on her head.
The toad continued in a nauseating saccharine tone saying, "No one would ever do that."
The number of twittering birds multiplied, as in the great hall there was a rise in hushed whispers along with sound of tittering.
"Fine then, I hereby renounce my magic."
You could have heard a pin drop.
"My boy, you do not know..." what you have done the headmaster tried to admonish but was cut off half way through, drowned out by the frightening sound of cracking, booming thunder and fierce gales that thrashed throughout the great hall, whipping open the doors and slamming them against the wall as if charmed feather-light. Harry was ripped out of Hermione's grasp and tossed into the air, like a leaf thrown into a hurricane; a kaleidoscope of vivid violent colours flashed around the Boy-Who-Lived, obscuring him from view.
When the dust, cutlery, and bits of food had finally settled, Harry Potter was nowhere to be found.
The enormity of the situation was accordingly encapsulated by one Ronald Weasley, who exclaimed, "...Bugger," while a mixture of runny eggs, pumpkin juice and porridge slowly dribbled down from his drenched and dishevelled hair.
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Harry's insane stunt set off a series of events he never could have anticipated...
When the Gryffindor renounced his magic, as possessor of a piece of Voldemort's fractured soul, the pledge was made on behalf of the Dark Lord as well.
Nobody heard the cries of anguished rage in the old manor house of the nearly deserted village of Little Hangleton as Pettigrew, the screamer's past deficient carer, and constant annoyance was currently a scampering rat, running for his life again. Either too thick or too scared to change back and defend himself against the sadistic snake.
Though no one heard the desperate pleas of denial and outrage as Voldemort's magic was pulled from him, when the Dark Lord's wards collapsed, however, a magical disturbance was registered by the Ministry. Thus, two aurors, Nymphadora Tonks and Kingsley Shacklebolt, were dispatched to investigate.
Riddle's end was nigh, as his horcruxes need magic, to remain tethered to this earthly plain. Consequently, one by one, as they lost their magic, the pieces of soul wisped away and crossed over to the other side as their tenuous links to the world were destroyed.
Peter Pettigrew, the supposed war hero, butchered by the insane Sirius Black, lay concealed, curled in a trembling ball inside a broken drain pipe. He needn't have worried, as Nagini had just suffered a fatal heart attack. Her body unable to bear the strain of continued living, as her lifespan had been artificially extended by the magic contained within the Dark Lord's partial soul.
Voldemort; his body newly sprung from a cauldron and dependent on magic, simply stopped, like a clock; carcass slumped and thumped to the floor, like a puppet when the strings are cut.
Now, what happened to the saviour of the Wizarding world?
Well when he lost his magic, he was no longer identified by the wards as a student but as a muggle trespasser and so was removed from the building. However, Hogwarts, sentient from a thousand years of constant magical absorption, favoured the boy and sent the ex-Gryffindor to somewhere he had always wanted to go...
Harry woke up with the sea gently lapping against his left leg, hot sun beaming down. 'Well,' he thought somewhat hazily, head like a broken washing machine, pounding and swirling from the half a world away apparition, 'it's definitely not Switzerland.'
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Author's Note: I'm in the process of writing the next instalment so it should be posted fairly soon, I hope.
IMPORTANT: Do we ever find out in canon if goblins CAN'T apperate? I would be very pleased indeed; if someone would review with the answer, as it would be extremely helpful in writing the next chapter.
As this is only my second fic, any feedback is greatly valued,even if it's just 'good start' or whatever. Constructive criticism is also very welcome.
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