A/N: I seem to have read too many where Harry is dead angry but just doesn't DO anything apart from yell, which really doesn't do much. I realize this would be a highly extreme reaction, but I just can't sleep with it floating around in my head. Try to enjoy, and r/r please:)
Harry Potter: Extremes
A One-Shot
22nd March 2006
"Yes mum?" an eleven year old Harry took the letter from his mother, a tall slender lady with smooth features, and ripped it open. He glanced at the salutation and the letter burst into flames.
On the first of September, the first years were being sorted, and the transfiguration professor, Minerva McGonagall, had just called for "Potter, Harry" when the doors to the Great Hall exploded inwards, crushing the ends of the house tables from the force. A cloaked and hooded figure stood there, a visible aura of angry red surrounding him in a corona of light. Dumbledore rose and palmed his wand, his own aura of pale green coming into being around him, "Who are you and how did you get in?"
A vengeful reply came, "I AM NOT A POTTER!" his aura exploded around him, disintegrating the walls that had framed the doors, crumbling the floor around him before he swept his arm in a wide arc, and several black streaks of light flew towards the staff table. Dumbledore's eyes widened and he set up a wide shield which broke under the onslaught, destroying parts of the table. Frowning, Dumbledore signaled and his professors drew their own wands, but the stranger pulled off his hood and smirked, "Since I'm here, I'll just deal with my childhood tormentors."
He pushed his hand forward, palm open, and laser points of light flew from several points on his hand, just deflected by various powerful shields. The teachers started to circle him while the students cowered behind what had been what was left of the staff table. Harry, for that was who it was under the cloak, suddenly disappeared in a flash of lightning, reappearing behind one of the defense professors, "Lets see how good you are at defense, eh, Professor Potter?" he grabbed his almost carbon copy around the neck and slammed his hand on the man's head, and suddenly his entire body went rigid, just moments before his screams tore through the hall, jolting his auror partner Sirius into action with several curses.
But Harry was no fool, and simply used James Potter as a human shield, effectively ridding himself of a tormentor before casting his own barrage of spells, reigniting the tornado of spells, with himself as the centre. Grinning maliciously, he swept his arms around, and chunks of rubble began to fly around, focusing on the Charms professor, "Lets see how good you are at Charms, oh supposed mistress." Having taken her out of the fight, his auror exploded in a crimson flood, forcing everyone to the walls, knocking out several and effectively disabling them.
He snorted and gazed around, before pointing his wand at the ceiling, and uttering a long string of hisses before drawing his cloak and hood around him and a massive basilisk exploded through the floor, carrying him off. There was a stunned silence before people actually started reading the note left by Harry.
A gentle reminder, I am no longer a Potter and have not been since 10 years ago. I go by LeStrangle, Black, or Malfoy. Last warning, never address me as Potter ever again, or I will not be so gentle. Pot-head will be conscious in 96 hours.
Good evening,
Harry Aquarian Lestrangle-Black
A/N(2): Well, that last bit was really off, but I couldn't think of anything better. Thanks for reading!