Harry Potter
A loophole in the prophecy

Chapter 1
"You become what you fear if you let it control your life."

It was another cold night as the raven haired boy tossed and turned in the silk comforter of his deceased god father´s bed. Hot sweat mingled upon his pale face and the scar on his forehead screamed in pain.

"Sirius! What if I become so filled with anger that I can not control myself!? What if I become evil?" shouted Harry, looking with frightened eyes at the ex-prisoner of Azkaban.

"Oh Harry…Don´t you understand yet?" replied the ghostly figure.

"Understand what!? I don´t want to become evil! I want to kill Voldemort! I want to destroy evil!"

"That can never be done, Harry. By killing Voldemort you are a murderer."

"No! Sirius! You aren´t listening to me! It´s revenge!"

"I see already, Harry…It´s too late."

"What's that supposed to mean!?" However, his father's closest friend disappeared into pure darkness, ashamed at the way his God-Son was speaking. " Sirius!? SIRIUS! COME BACK HERE!"

"I'M NOT EVEN KIDDING! SIRIUS COME BACK!"

"Harry?"

"I'M GOING TO KILL HIM WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT!"

"Harry!?"

"COME BACK SIRIUS!!!"

"HARRY!?"

Harry´s eyes shot open to find a familiar sight. Hermoine, hanging above him with a face of concern.

"What´s that face?" asked Harry gruffly.

"Harry, that´s the second time you have sworn to murder him this week."

"So!?"

Hermoine recoiled at Harry´s sharp tone, although she and everybody else was getting used to these kind of attacks.

"Harry, I really think you should go see Moody."

"That old geezer has nothing for me." Retorted Harry as he sat up, shoving the sheets away from his body and swinging his feet across the railing. "Just hurry up and fucking untie me!"

Hermoine, knowing what he would do if he became any angrier, release the locked chains that kept his wrists against the bed using her own special technique. Harry roughly jumped to his feet and stormed away to the bathroom where he slammed the door.

Hermoine waited before she eventually leaned against the doorway, pointing her mouth in the direction of a small crack in the wooden plank. " You know, Harry. You have been getting angrier lately and I think that you should start taking your medicines again."

There was no response and no sound, and Hermoine continued to speak. "You know it has been a year since Voldemort was murdered. As well it has been three years since…well since we lost your God-Father."

Suddenly, the door swung open and Hermoine was forced to spring forward to avoid falling through the invisible wall. Harry's void and furious face glared daggers at her.

"Why are you still talking!?"

"Harry.."

"Breakfast."

"Harry…I…"

"BREAKFAST!"

Hermoine, agitated at trying to speak to him now, gave up and left to put in a request for her patient's morning meal.

This is no more than an introduction to this story. This will be extremely psychological and is what i believe will happen around the end of the seventh book or past that time. Please review or i won't continue. That happens sometimes.