Helluuuuu, I'm the PsychoPothead_14!

I don't really smoke pot so relax, but I kinda psycho (C'mon, my name practically tells you!)

This is my first fanfic so please, do be kind? I won't tolerate any flamers, so imma tell y'all right now to bugger off if you are one. I only listen to positive critics.

This story may be M rated, but I'm not gonna stop you from reading it... (030)/

Disclaimer: I'm so not gonna repeat this over and over and over again. I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER AND ITS CHARACTERS!!! J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros. own Harry and his crew. So please, don't sue the broke high school girl!

Any characters I do make up belong to my imagination. [Obviously.]

Warnings-Insane!Pyro!OOC!Intelligent!Harry, OOC!Pyro!Intelligent!Draco OOC!Insane!Intelligent!Hermione.Read this somewhere where you're alone to make sure your family or friends or even roommates don't ship you off to a mental institution just coz you keep on cackling like Miz Bella Lestrange!

1-Introducing our favorite Pyros!

Harry James Potter ,Age 10

Harry Potter was always a strange boy.

He never cried when he was younger, even when he was used for one of his cousin Dudley's 'Harry Hunting' games when he was beat up. He always seemed to ,dare I say it, enjoy the pain.

When he turned seven, he started having bouts of accidental magic out of the blue. That is when shit started to go down.

He had a very disturbing fascination with Muggle Voodoo magic and (you guessed it) fire.

Fire spoke to him. He didn't understand why anyone else didn't understand its beauty. Well only one person did. It was a voice in the back of his head he dubbed Tommy.Fire danced gracefully like an exceptional prima donna, it glowed as bright as the sun. It had many uses too! It's just that Harry didn't care for them. He was just itching to see something burn to ashes! If he didn't, he would simply die! Maybe killing the Dursleys would work? He wouldn't mind to see his pig cousin squeal like his true brethren in his last moments...

Nah! He'd wait a few more years!

He needed to think this out carefully...Tommy would help him.

Hermione Jean Granger, Age 10

Hermione was such a sweet girl. Well... that's what she wants everyone to think.

If she didn't, she would be shipped off to the nuthouse before she could yell 'library'. Even though she had the 'smart bookworm persona' she let everyone see, there was always a dark side to her she let out every once in a while whenever she was bullied.

She never really had any friends, people would only use her for her smarts to make her do their homework for them, so what did she do to pay back their 'kindness'?

She found ways to traumatize them so badly, they'd even be afraid of their own shadows! And she never got caught. She always found a way to cover her trail of destruction.

But she always wished that there was someone like her. Who understood how it feels to work on a different plane than mere mortals.

At least that's what the voices in her head told her.

Draco Lucius Malfoy ,Age 10

Draco was everything a pureblood wizard heir of an Ancient and Noble house was not.

His mother and father feared for their own lives ever since Draco discovered something called fire when he was

five years old. He particularly had some problem with Narcissa's favorite Cherry blossom tree out in the back garden. She swore on her life that the first time her tree had been burnt to the ground, Draco had been standing near by in the shadows with a wicked grin on his cherubic baby face and with a packet of Lucius' matches.

Every time they asked Draco what happened, he would just smile and say:

"That ugly twee was getting too old. It needed to die anyways! Good widdance!"

An involuntary shiver would always go down the questioner's spine.

Always for his birthday or on Yule, Draco would always ask for one thing and one thing alone.

A bulk pack of matches to make 'pretty fire flowers' with.

They had tried taking him to numerous Mind Healers but they always would find nothing wrong with him. That's because the little devil would always behave in order to stay out of St. Mungos!

Lucius and Narcissa couldn't wait for Draco's Hogwarts letter to arrive in the next year. He would be Hogwarts's problem then. May God help those poor souls.

A/N: So how was chapter one? Did I do good enough?

Please remember to read review my lovely little psychos!

XXX

PsychoPothead14 ;P