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All you all ready for this? Everyone this is a fanfic from Harry Potter, that was inspired by the Harry Potter games. You know where the Prefects shoot spells at you and junk. Yes, so I decided to write this. It is only PG-13 because of the violence and some gore. Yeah, anyway. It will get a little brutal so I'm warning you now. Anywho, right now this is just the prologue slash beginning thing . . . NO NOT SLASH . . Hahaha, ///

Enjoy.

Attack of the Prefects

Prologue

"How many times have I told you not to come in here while I'm working?" his words pierced through the student's ears harshly.

"I- I don't recall," the boy's voice was merely a whisper, but echoed through the empty room.

"I like you Harry, you're a good kid, but you get into too much trouble. I don't want to deal with your trouble," he finally pulled his wand out from under Harry's nose and muttered a simple spell, that caused Harry to double over in pain.

"You speak of this to no one, like I said before, I don't want to deal with your trouble."

Harry raised his head, his hand clasped over his stomach, trying to ease the cramps that moved inside. He saw the twist of his robe passing through the doorway when he left. Many questions ran across Harry's mind as he was sprawled on the Gryffindor Common Room floor. How could he have misjudged him like that? How could he trust someone like that before or ever? And how could he have been sorted into Gryffindor?

Because he is a Weasley, Harry answered himself, attempting to push off of the floor, and his red hair and freckles would get him eaten alive in Slytherin.

His best friend's brother was a power hungry Prefect, wanting nothing but control.

Finally Harry peeled himself off up from the floor, his robe, which was not even five minutes ago, used to strangle him, was still wrapped a little too tightly around his body.

When he started for the stairs, Harry felt as if he was missing something. It wasn't until he heard the crunch of his breaking glasses, did he realize he couldn't see, and not because of it being dark.

Harry bent down and managed to pick up what he could of his mangled glasses. Eagar to get out of there, Harry mumbled the spell Hermione had taught him to fix his glasses. Staggering up the steps, because of just being assaulted and from exhaustion, he made way to the boy's dormitories.

As Harry crept silently into bed one thought flashed in his mind, this needs to stop, before he gains too

much power.