Ever wonder what a world of no morning would be like? A world where there is only night, not even the city could ignite? A world where we, the dark, the gothic, the deprived, the depressed and of those who know more than what lies before there noses, thrive in? No God, only the Moon, a light in the darkness, yet darkness in the light. Well, as the next eclipse draws nearer, so does the rain of true darkness, our army will be lead by the least expectant person there is....

"The Memorex potion will be the most difficult brew you shall complete this year and will be a large portion of your final mark." Snape paused to sneer in the direction of Neville Longbottom, who cowered slightly in his chair, and then turned his gaze to Harry Potter, whom he delighted to see was not listening. Harry had his nose concealed behind a large, ancient looking tome. His eyes darting side to side behind his glasses, this is a sight you see quite often these days, if ever someone asks what it is Harry's reading... well lets just say it's still a mystery.

"Potter! Can you repeat what I just said?" Harry looked up warily from his book to meet Snape's irate black eyes. To everyone's surprise Harry merely gazed back down at his book, and said,

"Yes, you were going on about the Memorex potion and how difficult it is to brew and it's affect on our marks if we compete it to your satisfaction, Professor." Harry sneered the last word. He would not be taking any more of Snape's shit, he did not care if potions were required for Aurors (sp?) or not. He wanted to push Snape to the edge, return what he had done to Harry, the hell he had put him through, and if acting like an class A ass was the only way, so be it.

"Potter, you will not speak to me in such a way, how about we test your potion on you in front of the class?" Snape sneered in return.

"So be it."

"Fine." Snape snaked toward the front of the class, with a wave of his hand the instructions for the potion appeared on the black board. "You have an hour to finish your potion, then we shall take a little peek into Potter's past." And with that the class was filled the sound of chopping, splashing and about a half hour in, a loud pop as Neville exploded his potion.

"Longbottom! Clean this mess immediately! Ten points from Gryphondore(sp?)!" Snape spat with disgust from his position at his desk. Harry sighed. He watched from his spot in the back of the room as Neville cleaned his area with shaky hands. At least his potion lasted longer then I thought.

"Times up!" Snape barked half an hour later. "You will hand your potion samples to me at the front. All of you, except Potter." Snape had a look of sick pleasure on his ugly, twisted face. The class left there seats, potions in hand and headed towards the front of the class. When the whole class, but one, had handed in there potions; Snape stood and stalked over to where Harry sat watching, face blank. Snape, took a large glass vial from one of his pockets and handed it to Harry. "Fill this and then we will proceed to the front of the classroom."

Harry did as he was told, a sick smile not unlike Snaps's, crept darkly across Harry's lips. Once he competed the task of filling the container, he followed along behind Snape like a shadow. When they reached the front of the class Harry went and leaned against Snape's desk and waited as Snape put some of the potion in a glass and handed it Harry.

"Now Potter you will only drink it when I tell you to, understand?" then he turned to the rest class, "I want you all to stand-up," when the class did he continued, "Now when Potter drinks the potion it will seem as if we our selves will be there in his memory." "Now Potter I will give you a date I want you to say it loud and clear then drink the entire thing, the date will be..." He was interrupted by Harry who said,

"Oh, iv got the perfect date." And before Snape could react Harry cried June10 2004 3:00am! And drowned the contents of the potion.

The feeling was not unlike a portkey, Harry felt his feet lift off the ground as the world turned into a mixture obscure colours and shapes, suddenly flashes began flying by until he was pulled abruptly into one memory. His feet hit solid footing and more than half the class was thrown to the ground by impact, the others who managed to stay standing, were leaning into there balance desperately trying to stay upright. Harry, one of the ones standing turned to Snape a few feet away.

"I think this memory will be to your satisfaction." Harry wore a dark smile, his green eyes flashing behind his glasses. "It's terribly amusing."

A sudden gust of wind sent shivers down the classes spines. They were in a dark street, the streetlights in the area were broken, the road below there feet was cracked and filthy. The houses on either sides of them were spread out revealing a dark tree line behind them, one house had a broken down gate with a beware of dog sign swaying slightly on an angle. Each house was no doubt deserted and extremely old. Graffiti littered the front and sides of most of the buildings and on one, building what looked like, to the classes horror, blood. In the distance they could hear music blasting, Sandman by Metalica.

Harry glanced at his watch, "There is still fifteen minutes before anything happens, so I'll explain what this place is." he addressed the class, "We're in the most southern part of Surry, my home town. This is the oldest part, the Mare moved every one out of here years ago because it was looking to much like the east end of London in 1888, for those of who don't know what went on in that time in east end London, it was the year jack the ripper brutality murdered five prostitutes and was never caught, not only that but the living conditions there were beyond anything you could ever imagine, disease plagued the streets, not many people had homes and those who did were packed in small rooms filled with many other people who barley had enough money for the bed. Very hellish place, and this was not unlike it. This whole place is fenced off and with barbed wire and is "privet property", but me and the others found a way in and since the city doesn't have any intentions of cleaning the place or ever coming any where near hear we have marked it as our own. There is a forest behind the houses here." He smirked darkly as the class shivered again, they were looking around, a few looked scared. Ron and Hermione had made there way to Harry's side by now and were looking warily at him, they could understand Harry acting like a bastard to Snape but to smirk at the class's discomfort was not like Harry at all.

"I might as well show you over to where I am at this moment." He said and with a swish of his cloak he started down the 'street' toward the direction of the music. The class followed close behind, a few huddling close for warmth. To the class's dismay Harry led them into an ally between two of the horror-movie like houses. He lead them down another ally, but this one had houses pressing in on one side and on the other, the forest's dark fingers. The howl of a wolf rose high into the night sending a new wave of shivers through the teens. Most of the class had their wands out, Harry rose an eye brow at this. "You know this is only a memory, any thing here can't see you." The class looked sort of relieved by this but despite held there wands still. Some had lit there wands in order to shed some light on any dangers that might lay before them.

"We would go the front way through the street, but you can't get in the place of which I am at this moment you would not believe how strange it feels to say that." Harry snorted at that last comment. They continued to pass the backs of a few more houses before being led into a small back parking lot of what looked like a convenience store. The back of the building looked just as haunting as all the others. Again, Harry led the class into a place they would rather avoid. He lead them right into the convenience store. The broken door swung eerily on one hinge.

"Would you mind putting the light out on your wands?" Harry asked as he passed through the doorway. They hesitated before the small voice asked,

"Why?" Parvati said warily.

"Because it will ruin the mood of the room, we have redecorated quite a bit and the only light in there is a few candles." The word 'redecorated' made the class shiver with fear and forbidding. Even Snape, who seemed to blend into the surroundings quite easily looked a bit wary.

"Potter, what is this place?"

"Not scared are we Professor?" Harry asked while coming to a stop at the base of a stare case at the very back of the shop and waiting for the rest of the class to catch up.

"I was merely acquiring where we are at the moment." Snape snarled putting his face close to Harry's, and to Snape's dismay he realised Harry was now practically the same height as him.

"As I was merely asking if you were frightened." Harry said hiding an amused smirk.

"Ten points from Gryphondore!" Snape said furiously, "Do not push me Potter or I will make it fifty!"

Harry, upon seeing that the rest of class had arrived, he decided the game was over for now and swept up the steps leaving Snape in his wake, skipping one that had broken right through leaving a gapping black hole were there was once a step,

"Watch your step here for there isn't one." A few of the teens exchanged confused looks until they to reach the broken step and only then realising what it was that Harry had meant. The class had reached a landing leading to where the former shop keepers must have lived. The music was much louder now. They could hardly see one another in the darkness of the landing. Harry stepped forward and pushed open a door to there right. The song had changed and now Imagine by A Perfect Circle was playing, as this was a slower song than the last, it wasn't quit as deafening. The room was lit by a single candle, set in the centre of a painted star surrounded by a circle set in the centre of the room. Other than that the room was empty of all furniture and what ever else you might find in a room. The window in the far side of the room had been boarded up so not a single ray of moon light could penetrate through. There were three people in the room, one was sitting against the wall next to a large stereo. He was dressed all in black, and a cigarette in hand. The second was female, she had blond hare and boar a stony expression across her sunken face as she watched the third person sitting in the centre of the room. The third, whom the class were surprised to see was Harry. He looked nothing like the Harry that stood watching his memory play by in his school uniform and his futile attempt at taming his hare. The Harry who sat staring at the flame in the middle of room had a dark shadow across his face as if he boar some dark secret and had a deep cut on his right cheek that was surrounded by a green/black bruise. He wore a black t-shirt that uncovered a tattoo of dragon with some sort of blade stuck through its heart, that reached all the way down his arm to the bass of his wrist, which had bloody cuts all over it and many glittering spike bands. His black pants were old and faded and had a series of holes in the knees. He did not have his glasses on at the moment as they were strewn on the floor at his side in a several sharp pieces. His gaze was fixed unwaveringly on the flame, he did not move at all, not a muscle twitched. His raven hare was a disaster, and in one place matted with blood.

There were many intakes of breath as they took in there friends pathetically thin and bloody form siting on the floor.

"Dear God Potter..." Snape was at a loss for words. Who did this to you? He thought angrily but in back of his mind he knew, it was his family. All the signs of abuse stood in front of his nose all these years yet he had refused to accept that the boy-who-made-my-life-a-living-hell could have such a horrible home life. Lily had always been such a saint, he suspected that her sister would be the same way and yet he was proven horribly wrong.

The sound of hurried feet erupted behind them as a few of the girls in the class fled the room, they could hear the sound of retching ringing through the landing as the sight of the blood and the mixed smell of pain, blood, sex, drugs, depression became to much for some.

Ron, could not tear his eyes from his best friend's broken form, he new the sight of it would burn in his mind forever and would be the cause of many nightmares to come.

When the girls returned with their faces hidden in there hands, Harry said.

"Someone is going enter the room in a moment so could you all stand over by that wall?" He said pointing to the wall off to their right. They scooted shakily over to stand near the wall in a way that aloud the whole class to behold the scene ready to unfold. They waited about a minute, though it seemed like hours, until the distant sound of foot steps reached their strained ears. The sound rushed towards them, until they were on the stairs. There were more intakes of breath from the class, fearing who or what was about to enter the room. The door creaked open and a girl entered from the shadowed doorway, she was waiving her hand in a pained way as if she had hit or in some way hurt it. The only one of three already in the room to look up was the boy against the wall next to the stereo. When his gaze fell on her throbbing hand a look of concern fell over his face.

"What happened to you?" the girl looked at him but did not answer. She merely crossed the room to the stereo and put in a CD of her own. When the boy had asked what the problem was the other two's heads bolted up right.

"What Happened?" Harry said abruptly.

The girl sighed then answered, "You know those creeps that live across the street from me?"

"That poser gang thing? What did they call themselves.... the Snakes or something?"

"Yeah them, well on my way here I met a couple of em' on the street and they made cat calls at me so I told them to fuck off, but instead they just crossed over to me and one touched my ass so a gave him slap that threw the bastard off his feet, that's why my hand hurts."

"They did WHAT?" Harry was now on his feet. He had a deep hate for those bastard's. Dudley's apart of there so called gang that had been tormenting Harry since they could walk. The girl who was sitting against the wall was also on her feet, her dull eyes held a deep furry that was identical to Harry's. The girl's eyes mere seconds ago were lifeless and dull, now they flashing with unreleased rage.

"Harry, we're not going to stand around hear are we? I mean we are going to kick the living shit out of em' right?" the first girl who had reached Harry's side from her position near the wall asked, looking up at him. Harry clenched his fist and in answer swept around and strode towards the door, the other three not missing a beat were right at his heals, each with the same word etched within their gazes, revenge. No one hurt one of them, they were hurt enough in their homes, they did not need someone hurting them if they could do something about it, and they would....

Once the four left the room, the real Harry motioned the horror stricken class to follow.

"Remember, it's the sixth step down that is broken." Harry said quietly. The class had no problem hearing him now that the music had been turned off. They hurried after the four. As they reached the back parking lot they were in before and then they started back the way they came. They saw the four ahead turn down an ally between the store and a house, in front of them was a large fence barring the way to street beyond. Without stopping they hopped it with a loud sound of gangling metal.

"Common, we must keep up." Harry quickened his pace, many of the class were having difficulty keeping up and had to jog to remain a part of the group.

Instead of turning back down the ally they first came through Harry continued to lead them past the back of houses until they came a trail leading them through a stand of trees.

"Harry? Where are we going?" Hermione grabbed his arm and held it close to her in fear, she was used to time travel but this was still terrifying.

"We're going into the city, but first we have to go through a corn field to get to the fence that's supposed to keep people out of here, it's the only way out. If we hurry we'll get there the same time as the others." What he meant by 'the others' was his memory self and the three he was with.

"Potter, you can go live like a dog for all I care but when my father finds out you dragged me out into the filth of the muggle world...."

"If you don't shut the fuck up about that damn father of yours than I'll make you." Harry snarled, yet he did not look at Malfoy, who had run up to front of the group in order to threaten Harry.

"I'd like to see you try..." he was cut off by Harry who started laughing, a dark laugh that sent chills up there spines.

"When we return to class I will gratefully demonstrate the way in which I will shut your ugly face up, but for now just wait and see as there is a preview of it coming up." Harry said icily and cryptically. Malfoy drew his wand and pointed it at Harry.

"Im warning you Potter..."

"Put that pecker extension away before I shove it up your ass!"

"Potter! Malfoy! That is enough we don't need to listen to your immature bickering, and Potter watch your tongue!" Snape said over there disagreement. Harry grumbled and started walking even faster, and no one felt brave enough to ask him to slow. Soon they could see the trail end and a solid wall of corn before them.

"This way." Harry said turning and leading them along the corn wall. He turned again and swept down a row into the sea of corn, the trail/row looked as if it had been used numerous times before no doubt by Harry himself. After several turns, they came to a large iron fence, barbed wire trimming the top. On the other side of it they could see a dirt road leading in the other direction that was lined with trees on both sides.

"How do we get over there, we don't have to climb it do we?" Hermione said her gaze lifting high to the top of the fence where it met the night sky.

"No, there's a hole over here." Harry strode over to a large ditch along the side of the fence where he disappeared momentarily and reappeared on the other side of the fence. He looked like a shadow in the night. They followed him through the hole and not ten seconds after the last of the class were through the four memories cleared the cornfield and were following the class through the hole in the fence. Everyone stepped back in order to give the memories room to pass. The Harry memory's face was set in a way that said 'disturb me and die' or something terrifying along those lines. The class watched as Harry (memory one) disappeared into the tree line, literally! The teens following him did the same but this time they caught words spoken before they too vanished.

Harry saw the classes looks of astonishment, and chuckled.

"What just happened?" Ron asked staring at the spot in which the four they were following vanish.

"I'll show you, stick close and listen carefully." Harry strode over to a large willow tree and stepped through its vale of leaves. He stepped close to the enormous trunk and turned around to make sure everyone had followed.

"The city is about an hours walk from here, we usually walk unless we're in hurry. This is like a transport system, the people I was with, there witches and wizards too. Now, watch and listen to what I say then follow a few at a time." He then turned and placed a hand on the trunk.

"ALLY BEHIND PRIVOT DRIVE!" And he was gone. For the second time that day he felt as if he was being pulled through the air at a vary fast rate.

The class stepped warily towards the tree, and soon they to were saying what it was that Harry instructed they say. They were brought to a dark ally between people's backyards. They saw Harry beckon them to follow him. He hopped a fence into someone's backyard and swept up the lawn and stoped near the house. The class followed, they soon saw the reason why Harry stoped. At the back gate was the four memories they were following. The girl with the sunken face was talking.

"Come on Harry, we'll just pass in the shadows, he wont even see you!"

"Yah? He's sitting out there waiting for me to slip by! He sees me and im dead!"

"Ignore him, stay at my place to night. My parents aren't home and probably never will be." The boy who was sitting near the stereo before said.

Harry shrugged, "Come on lets get this over with." He passed through the back gate silent as a shadow and swept up the side of the house the other three in tow.

The real Harry pursued after them with the class trailing along behind,

"Hurry!" He called over his shoulder and he broke into a sprint and passed the memories and only stopped when he got to the street in front of the house of which's back yard they had cut through. The class came to a stop next to him. He was watching the house so they did to. There was a man sitting on the front porch of the house, which that looked so nice it was ugly if that makes any sense.

"What is this place?" was the repeated question ringing through the class in a soft buzz.

"This is my home if you could call it that and that is my son-of-a-bitch Uncle Vernon."

"Harry! Didn't professor Snape tell you to watch your tongue?" Hermione chastised.

Out of the corner of there eyes they could see four shadows slinking along the neighbouring house's outer wall.

"Boy, do you think im a bloody idiot? I can see you!" The man suddenly stood, a crazed look on his face. Harry stepped from the shadows, face blank, and stared unwaveringly up at his uncle.

"Well do you? Answer me BOY!" His uncle advance closer till he was a few inches from his nephew's face.

"Your drunk." Harry said warily, tensing and taking a half step back.

SMACK!

The back of Vernon's hand came down across Harry's face. The people who Harry was with stepped further into the shadows. They knew what it was like to be hit by family, and they knew Harry would rather them not interfere.

When Harry was hit, the class either, gasped, froze, screamed or cursed. Snape made his way over to Harry (real one) and asked,

"How long has that been going on?"

"Long enough that it's a totally normal occurrence for me."

"Oh, Harry I had no idea!" Hermione said through tears that threatened to fall. Their attention was once again drawn to the scene that lay before them as a cry of pain rent the air. They saw that Harry's uncle had grabbed his arm roughly and had begun to drag him back to the house. Harry struggled but his lack of size restricted his leave. He put his hand in his pocket and drew from it something that shawn brightly from the light on the house. He flicked it open, the class realised it was a pocketknife.

"You bastard! Let me go!" He held the knife out before him so that when his uncle looked back he would see the glimmering blade trained on his throat. He did. His uncle released him immediately jumping back. Harry took that chance to display his remarkable sprint. The other three followed him in a sprint that they desperately tried to match to Harry's.

"We'll go through the ally its quicker, we'll be able to get there same time if we hurry." Harry said leading them across the street and crossing someone's yard and going through there back yard and hoping the fence like he did with the one behind this own house. He swept up the dark grass, years of memory leading him through the gloom. He quickened his pace further until he once again broke into a run. They came out on the other side of the ally and started, still running, down a street lined with the same stile of house on ether side, giving the street a boring air to it. Harry, even though he jogged the others had a difficult time staying with him and many were already falling behind. The only one able to keep up to Harry's merciless wake was Snape, who stayed unwaveringly by his side; mostly to prove he would not be out done by the teen he had no idea he had so much in common with. Their teen lives were much the equivalent of one another.

Soon they came to a side street leading to a dead end with a loop surrounded by houses. One of the houses had its door thrown open and light and music streamed from it. There were many people present, there seemed to a party. The sounds teens whooping came from inside and out. On the front walk stood a group of young men who looked to be about seventeen-eighteen. They each held a beer and were exchanging crude jokes patting each other on the back or high fiveing when ever someone managed to say a truly disgusting joke. Harry paused in the road by the front yard waiting for the rest of the class to catch up.

"Your about to kick those guy's butts aren't you?" Seamus said coming to a stop at Harry's side and looking up at him expectantly.

"Perhaps." A few of the Slytherin's looked excited at this concept and waited patiently for the excitement to begin.

"So the Slytherin side of the great Harry Potter decides to make its self clear." Malfoy said approvingly. Harry just kept his face blank and trained on the street they came down to reach their present location.

"Mr. Potter, surely the sorting hat could not have over looked this? Now tell me how much begging did it take for the hat to place you somewhere other than my house?" Snape said looking at Harry with amusement.

"Ten minutes worth, professor. All the shit I'd heard about the house on the train filled me with dread at the concept of actually being an element of it so I begged for other wise."

"Now what do you think Potter? Would you still care?" Snape pressed on, he had to hide the fit of laughter threatening to burst. The thought of who Harry had become would surely make ol' James Potter turn in his god forsaken grave!

"You mean if I were to let the hat chose without interference, let it place me were it rightfully believes my fate lies? Then, No; I could not care in the least if I were placed in Slytherin. Who cares if it's the house Voldemort was in? He can rot in hell for all I care." Harry said matter-of-factly. Snape's past out put of Harry was wiped anew then. So he was not the air head teen he thought him to be, but one so much like him self. Again he thought of what James reaction to who his son had become and desperately tried to keep his emotions intact.

"Look." Harry pointed down the street. They all turned to see the memories making there way towards them, Harry in the lead with powerful strides, a look of dark anticipation fitted his fine features, eyes flashing dangerously. The other's expressions were not unlike. As the four of them drew closer one of the girls put a hand on Harry's shoulder to get his attention and then pointed at the group of guys with the beers.

"That's them." She said. Harry stared hard at them then a dark smirk tugged at the sides of his lips and he set off quicker towards them. As they were crossing the street, the men noticed them and at once recognize the girl they head seen and 'play with' before.

"Hey babe, couldn't get enough of us eh?" One said laughing.

"Oh look, she brought a friends! Don't worry, there's enough of us to go around but you'll have to tell the boys to leave, I don't do the guy-guy thing." Another round sniggers when around the circle. All they accomplished was signing off their own death wishes.

"Sorry boys but we are not going any where. So, I hear you were touching my friend here." Harry said motioning to the girl on his left.

"Hey dude we were just having some fun, that's all." One of the guys said in mock innocence.

"That's all is it? A little fun? You think sexually assaulting my friend is just a little fun do you?" Harry was now nose to nose with guy who had spoken, Harry still held a look of pure power and control and slight amusement on his face.

"Yeah I do." The guy said stepping forward a bit, taking the challenge.

"Joe dude, I think skinny minny here is going to punch you!" one of beer guys said laughing.

"Oh I'll do more than just that, Joe is it? Lets take this out back, so the neighbours don't see, we're going to fight properly, well no, that's not entirely true, it'll give you the chance to defend your selves, wizard."

The guys looked taken aback, "How do you know what we are?" one of them demanded.

"I can sense your magical core; and besides, your wand is sticking out of your ass pocket." Harry said.

"Oh. Wait are you a....?"

"You have no idea who it is your talking to do you?" the girl to Harry's left said stepping forward. The guys exchanged raised eye brows and laughed some more.

"What's he supposed to be, lord of the Goth world or something?"

"Nah, I thing he's Santa Clause in a disguise." another cracked.

"Look girly I don't care who this guy is, so you, Santa and the elves can move your gothic ass's and go back to the north pole OK?"

"He's Harry Potter." She continued, ignoring there dismiss and smirking at there surprised looks.

"Who?" the guy named Joe said awestruck.

"I said his name is Harry Potter!"

"As in thee Harry Potter?!?"

" No, he's Bugs Bunny, I just said Harry Potter as random comment. Oh my god, Im surrounded by idiots! Yes he's thee Harry Potter!"

"Hey no one calls me an idiot girl!" one of them said stepping forward.

"Look idiot, first my name is not girl its Shea, and second, I'll call you a bloody idiot if I damn well want to!" Shea snarled stepping forward, but Harry put out a hand out to stop her. She looked at him and back at joe and the others opposing her and back again before stepping down.

"Worry not Shea, you'll get to rip and tear them soon as we get to the cover of the backyard." Harry said turning and leading the way.

"Tim, tell everyone to clear out." Joe said addressing one of the guys behind him.

"Wait, Tell Dudley Dursley to come out and play with us." Harry said looking at the retreating back of Tim. Who merely glanced over his shoulder at Harry before hurrying through the front door of the house.

(Back to the class:) Harry turned to his classmates,

"This way." He turned swiftly and guided them past the memories leading them into the backyard. They stepped through a gate and found them selves in a vast yard. A dark tree line at the back of the yard obscured there view to the large manmade lake behind it, there was a trail just visible in the gloom leading down to its bank's. "We're going down to the lake, the others wont be there for about twenty minutes, they have to kill the party off before they can get down here, not literally of course." Harry could tell by some of his class mates faces that they believed 'kill the party off' word for word.

"Twenty minutes? I can't wait that long!" A Slytherin cried over the class.

"Oh, don't worry, the waits worth it." The Slytherin grinned at that. But the Gryphondore's were looking more apprehensive by the second. Harry steered them toward the water's edge, making sure every one was out of range of the up coming scrap. They waited in silence, the deep red moon hung ominously above them reflecting darkly off the lake's surface. They waited, fidgeting uncomfortably.

"Potter, is this fight suitable for the delicate Gryphondore's? They seem to be frightened just standing here when nothing is even happening." Snape asked not missing a moment to torment the Gryphondore's.

"Oh I think they'll be fine, professor."

"Is it going to be bloody?" Draco asked, he looked hopeful. Harry didn't answer. Just sat down on a fallen log next to the spot where water met land. The glow of the moon washed over Harry's body like a dark candle.

"Its almost time." Harry said, "Another five minutes."

He was true to his word, five minutes passed before they could hear sticks cracking and leaves rustling as people made their way down the trail towards them.

"Excellent!" one of the Slytherin's said.

First to come out of the trail was Harry, then Shea and the other girl with the sunken look ("Her name is Kiye." Harry said quietly to the class.) Next came the other boy Harry was with, ("And his name is Miguel.") next came the four guys that had the beers. Harry, Shea, Kiye and Miguel stalked over to one side if the lake side clearing and Joe and the others to the other side.

"Tis time to rip your worthless ass's from limb to limb." Harry said smirking. His friends mirrored his smirk.

"Oh what ever, you probably couldn't kick a two year old's ass." Joe spat.

"Did I say we were going to kick your ass's? Sorry for the little miss understanding, I meant to say rip your ass's." Harry grinned darkly. A light breeze played gently with there hare. A small blue light began to blaze silently, creating a circle around Harry and the other three. The breeze had turned into a aggressive wind and then to a gale within seconds. It whipped harry's black hare in every direction. The blazing blue circle grew brighter and brighter it was blinding and filling the entire area. As it subsided the wind to began to die too. Soon the circle of blue light was joined by a star that began to weave its way through the circle's centre. Each point of the star met the edge of the circle. Soon Harry and the other three stood within the competed replica of the one on the floor at there place in the old store.

"What the hell are you doing!?!" Joe said jumping back and drawing his wand with a shaking hand. Harry merely smirked, baring pointed fangs that gleamed in the light of the flaming blue star beneath there feet. Suddenly something happened that no one could have prepared them for. A pare of brilliant blue feathery wings burst from Harry's shoulder blades. They were enormous and reached about a foot and a half over his head. Identical wings eruption from Shea, Miguel and Kiye's backs as well. Harry laughed a low yet high sound that sent chills up and down Joe and his buddies spines. Harry snapped his fingers and his close changed. He was now waring a pair of new looking black jeans and a back sleeveless shirt that showed his dragon tattoo on his arm. A long cape hung from his shoulders, in was held together in the front by a glass dragon pendent with emerald eyes. On his waist was a sword that sat in its sheath. The handle gleamed black except for the red and green gems imbedded in it. He also wore black leather boots with gold buckles. His hare grew just slightly longer so that his hare fell along his face but the back of it was spiked and coloured blood red at the tips. The spike bands still gleamed in the spot they were before. He wore a small silver ring with a dragon on it.

Small changes happened to the other of Harry's party as well. Each had the same wings and cape. But the girls wore black dresses instead of pants and their hare became more elegantly stilled but they still bore deadly sword attached to their waists as well. While under Miguel's Cape he wore at long sleeved shirt with a red scull on it.

"Tis time for you to die humans, your sacrifice is necessary for the rain of True Darkness." Harry said and then Shea, Miguel and Kiye all leaped past Harry and went for the guys behind Joe who stood frozen by Harry's stare, a stare that assured Joe he would not live long to see his twentieth birthday.

"Mommy."

Harry erected his hand high over his head, his palm glowed blue and then a bolt of blue lightning crashed down to earth killing Joe instantly. Within seconds the rest of Joe's buddies lay dead on the ground in a pool of their own blood. Shea had used her sword and cut the heart from Tim's chest. Miguel used his fangs to relieve one guy of his throat. While, like Harry, Kiye used a spell to kill her victim.

"Wonder what ever happened to Dudley, was he not suppose to join us?" Harry said smirking down at their work lying dead at his feet.

"How many left, Harry?" Miguel said walking over to Harry wiping blood from his chin and licking it off his lips. Harry took at folded piece of paper from his pocket and opened it and scanned its face. With his finger he crossed out a line leaving a scorch line where he touched.

"Only one more." And then he read the line at the bottom of the page, "The death of two rivals, one of evil and one of the light. Each equivalent in power. Kill both, for there sacrifices will be the last, and once and for all the true dark will triumph over the light. The war of sun and moon will be won and the last in the Potter blood line will lead the world into infernal darkness."

"And the two rivals are...?" Shea asked.

"Easy, Voldemort and Dumbledore." Harry said while folding the paper back up and tucking it securely into his pocket again.

(Back to the class): The class could feel the memory begin to fade. And then they felt there feet lift off the ground like before and thrown them into the present. This time no one but Harry remained on their feet. A few puked from the return trip and the memory of how the guys were ripped open, burned, and cut brutally. Others were crying in fear and disgust. Parvati had her hand clamped firmly over her mouth and was screaming behind it as she lay on the ground curled up with Lavender. The Slytherin's were extremely pale and shaky. Snape was glaring at Harry. All former approval extinguished from his mind. Potter is a bloody murder! How many have been killed by his hand already? And he's not even a human! Was he ever a human? Snape thought ruefully. He stood up and quickly grabbed Harry by the arm as hard as he could, he could not afford to let Harry getaway.

"Let me go!"

"Not a chance, your not going anywhere other than to the headmaster's office! No murder is aloud to walk free, not even you Potter!" he spat the last word with as much hate as he could muster.

"In that case, catch me if you can!" And with that Harry ripped his arm from Snape's death grasp and transformed into a large black wolf with blazing green eyes. He tore from the class, claws clicking on the stone floor. The dungeon door flew open magically as Harry reached and out into the hall up into the rest of the school, one thought on his mind, And so it begins....

A/N: So how was that? Should I keep going or leave it as a one-shot? Your choice. Please review. Im begging you! Because if you don't review I wont continue this story. Its fate rests in your hands, don't let it's blood drain because you don't feel like reviewing, just say that you like it or not, that's all Im asking. And all confusion will be and questions will be answered in the next chapter.

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