A/N: It's quite late for this but I had this lying around for a while and because I am a little stuck at writing a scene from Seeing Red CH 3, I thought 'Why not apologize for the delay by posting another story, which will probably take up valuable time I could spend on actually writing for Seeing Red?' So here I am!

Extra Safety Warning: sometimes I like to read stories where the main character is totally messed up and/or a psychopath and that's also the kind of character I've tried to portray here. I'm just warning you there will be disturbing content and your free to click away if that's not your cup of thea.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, I am just borrowing and will give it back.

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"Ron, I'm worried about Harry. Ever since the accident at the department of mystery's he's been acting weird." Hermione said as she walked up to Ron, who had been staring into the fire of the Gryffindor common room.

He looked up at her question with disapproval. "What would you expect? His godfather was killed not even half a year ago! Of course he's acting weird."

Hermione frowned, "I know that. It's just— sometimes I think I see him sneering at me and then I blink and he's giving me a smile. I don't know what's happening to him, he just seems different from the Harry I know."

Ron counted to ten to calm himself down. He knew she needed his assurance right now. "I know you're worried, I am too." he said as he hugged Hermione's shoulders. "How can't I be? He's our best friend, but he's just grieving. You'll see, in another few months he'll be back to normal, causing trouble for the both of us." Ron was glad to see his last comment make a small smile break through the frown, on Hermione's face.

She grinned at him. "You're right, I'm probably just overreacting."

"Of course I'm right." Ron said, turning up his nose and making a face of disgust, trying to do an impression of Malfoy. Hermione snickered and soon both of their laughter filled the —otherwise silent— common room, as all the other students had already gone to sleep.

Or so they thought.

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Harry listened intently to the laughing being transmitted through the extendable ears, he had nicked from Ron's trunk. 'So, she's getting suspicious already?' Harry sneered, he hated to admit it but for a mudblood she was quite perceptible.

Harry was broken out of his musings by a wheezing sound coming from the floor. "Ah, I see you've finally decided to wake up." Harry crouched down to carefully pick up the small creature and walked over to the kitchen counter to lay it down, a white sheet already having been laid out before hand. "I didn't think that you would pass out so fast, I'll remember to use a weaker stupefy, next time." He softly stroked over the creature's big floppy ears, entranced by the way he could just about see the veins —if he focused his eyes hard enough, as it slowly opened its eyes.

Harry looked at the small house elf while it took in its bearings with glazed eyes. 'That isn't good, not another one.' Harry slowly reached out with his other hand, the one that wasn't busy stroking the creature's ears, and let it hover above the creature's stomach. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the sound of its heartbeat. 'That isn't a good sign but maybe it's still savable? Please, don't be another failure.', Harry let out a frustrated sigh. Softly cursing under his breath, Harry walked over to the place the house elf had previously been laying and bent over to pick up the other tools, he had brought with him today.

Harry laid out all of his tools on the counter next to the house elf, and was over at the still waking up creature the second he was done. "Now, Pinky, right?" he asked. When the house elf nodded weakly in affirmative and he continued, in the calmest voice he could muster, "How do you feel? Any confusion or perhaps…longing?"

The house el— correction; Pinky, looked at him, from where it was still lying on its back, with confusion. "What does Mister Harry Potter mean, sir?"

'Oh, you've got to love the dumb ones.', "I mean, Pinky, if you feel like you're being treated the wrong way or do you want to be set free?" Harry observed the elf, intensely, trying not to miss the slightest of movements. All he got for an answer was a weak trembling of the elf's fingers.

Harry let out a exasperated sigh and looked over at his tools, "Okay, Pinky why don't we play a little game?" After a minute of thinking, from the twenty tools, he chose the third from the left; it had always been one of his favorites. Because it lay easy in the hand, it was simple to control and, most important of all, didn't require the wielder to put a lot of force into using it. Another plus side to using it, this time, was that he didn't have to reach out far to grab it.

Harry twirled the well used scalpel between his fingers, tracing its sharp edge with his index finger and accidentally made a small cut, before clasping it firmly in his right hand. He rested his head on his left, leaning against the kitchen counter. Enthralled as he was, he had to force himself to look away from his, surgical steel, friend to look down at his other companion. Luckily, just in time to quickly push it back down, on the counter, when it slowly made a move to get up. "Ah ah ah." Harry smirked, as he waved the scalpel above the creature's head, and spoke in a tantalizing voice: "You don't want to do that, as for this game you have to be laying completely still." His happy attitude left him, however, as the house elf's eyes got comically big and it quickly moved his little hand up —no doubt, to snap it's fingers and apparate away.

Harry didn't hesitate as he swiped at Pinky, drawing a shrill inhuman scream from the thing. "Why'd you that for?" Harry asked, the giddiness heavy on his tongue. "I told you, you don't want to do that."

Harry couldn't help but laugh as he softly pinched at the little creatures left ear, unaffected by the loud wet gasps for air coming from its small mouth 'It was working!'.

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I hope I won't receive flames for this but even if I do, I will probably continue with the story anyways. To you psycho's that like a good Crazy!Harry story as much as I do, sometimes, please leave a review or Kudos, it doesn't hurt —much.