Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Emerald Fall
Do Not go Quietly Into That Good Night
Harry solemnly walked out of the headmaster's office, everything Dumbledore had told him rolling around in his head. So much, maybe too much to take in.
Sirius was dead….
His fault, Kreacher's fault, Dumbledore's fault, Snape's fault
The Prophecy….
Kill or be killed, It had to be him, No way out
Dumbledore's confession of failure…..
He admitted it, that he should of done more
That Dumbledore cared too much….
Does it really matter? So much could have been avoided, Why did he have to care?
His friends hurt….
Definitely his fault, His foolish pride, His recklessness, They could have died
Bellatrix….
THE BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHE KILLED HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Said I don't hate her enough, oh how she's wrong
Sirius….
His Godfather, His Friend, A link to his parents, DEAD!!!!
Harry slumped down against the wall next to the gargoyle, his head falling into his head falling onto his knees as he pulled them into his chest.
God, what had he done? First Cedric and now Sirius…. How could he have let this happen?
Tears started flowing down his cheeks when he couldn't hold it in anymore. Why wasn't he stronger? Why didn't think things through more? Instead he always flew off half cocked. His fault!!!!!!!
Why hadn't Sirius listened to Snape? Why hadn't Sirius been less reckless? God why hadn't Sirius paid more attention to the duel?
Why, Why ,WHY!!!!!!
Why did Dumbledore have to dump that damn prophecy on him now!!!! That he had no choice because Voldemort would never stop hunting him. It didn't matter how far he could run, or even that he wouldn't run. Always in the end he would have to face Voldemort.
DAMN THE PROPHECY!!!!!!!
It now controlled his life, had always controlled his life! It had taken his parents from him! It had taken any chance of a normal life away! It had taken Sirius away! It had nearly taken his friends from him!
DAMN DUMBLEDORE!!!
It didn't matter how much he cared for him, He should have told him about the prophecy! Even if Dumbledore didn't tell him the wording, just that existed. If he had known never to go to the Department of Mysteries no one would have been hurt, Sirius would have been alive. How simple it could have been to avoid. A five minute conversation could have prevented all of this!!!!!
The sadness he had been feeling started to turn to anger. Harry jerked himself up and started pacing.
He should have tried harder to learn Occlumency! His fault!
Sirius should never have been locked up in Grimmauld Place, not after Azkaban! Dumbleodre's fault!
Why couldn't he have been better, smarter, stronger? Why was he so weak that he let himself get into these situations? Why wasn't he powerfully enough to make sure it never happened?
Why couldn't Snape not be a bastard and teach him Occlumency in a way that made sense?
Why did Snape and Sirius have to have their damn school boy rivalry still? It didn't matter what Dumbledore said Snape goaded Sirius into being that reckless!
AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Why was this all happening?
Dumbledore should have done more to help him! To teach him! To ensure he knew what was going on! All these years and Dumbledore is still only there to pick up the pieces at the end, after everything happens. He is never there to actually help until everything goes to hell!! At least he showed up to fight Voldemort this time! Every other year Harry had to pull some miracle of luck out his hat to just survive.
DAMN IT!!!!!!
Dumbledore should have just walked Harry into the Department of Mysteries himself to get the prophecy so that Voldemort had no chance to get his slimy hands on it! Why hadn't Dumbledore done that!!!
He had to have wanted it there! Bait, assurance that eventually Voldemort had to show up there himself to get it! Screw everything else Dumbledore was just trying to get Voldemort to attack the Ministry! To show himself so the Wizarding World would believe Voldemort had returned!
And instead of warning Harry or doing anything truly preventative he had left Harry to stumble along on his own and Sirius had died because of it!
NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
How often had Dumbledore just let things happen to get his way?
The Stone?
The Chamber?
Sending just Harry and Hermione off to rescue Sirius?
SIRIUS!!!!! NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dumbledore had been the head of the Wizengamont! Why hadn't he forced the Ministry to give Sirius a trial? Either time!!!!
DAMN DUMBLEDORE TO HELL!! EVERYTHING WAS HIS FAULT!!!
IF DUMBLEDORE HAD JUST DONE MORE SIRIUS WOULD BE ALIVE! HARRY COULD HAVE BEEN LIVING WITH HIM! NO ONE WOULD BE HURT!!!
Rage began building in Harry. Rage at himself for being foolish and weak, at Snape for being such a bastard, at Dumbledore for not doing enough, at Sirius for being so reckless, at Voldemort for ruining his life.
White-hot the anger and rage reignited inside him. All the emotion from tonight, from everything that had happened to him since he found out he was a wizard began to boil, spark, and flame into a rage like nothing he had ever felt before.
His magic responded and stirred within him. As the rage grew and grew his magic started storming out of him. A tremendous crack resounded as the corridor floor cracked in spider web with Harry at the center.
He wouldn't ,couldn't take it all anymore! He wanted to stop it all! To not have to fight for his life every year! He didn't want to feel so much pain anymore, ever again!
Sections of the wall around him were freezing over, the ice creeping along the stone in jagged bursts. Other parts were melting, the stone dripping down and hitting the floor leaving sizzling, steaming puddles of molten rock.
Screw the Prophecy! Screw Dumbledore! Screw Voldemort! He wouldn't let this continue! He wouldn't be this weak pathetic boy whose reckless disregard had allowed Sirius to die!
He would get strong, more powerful!
Powerful enough to destroy Voldemort!
Powerful enough to make Bellatrix wish she had never killed Sirius!
Powerful enough that no one else but him would EVER be able to have any control of him or his actions again, ever again!
Behind him the gargoyle was blasted back into the wall sealing the entrance to the headmaster's office.
Dumbledore had wanted him to calm down. That was why he had staged that whole talk in his office. He wanted Harry to just accept his fate. To accept what had happened and move on.
But he wouldn't accept it. Accepting it like that meant he should let go of the anger, the rage. No, no he needed the rage, needed its burning to drive him. Forget everything else, forget it all. Drown in the rage and let that drive him forward. Let it consume him. Consume him and turn him into someone who could never let this happen again.
Who cares if it wasn't rational, or right? Who cares if it was just plain mad?
He didn't want to be that foolish boy that had let this all happen! The reckless boy who got his godfather killed!
Let that old him be burned in the fire of his rage!
Let him be re-forged as something new!
Setting off away from seventh floor, Harry drowned himself in his rage. He wrapped it over every inch of himself, stretched it to the farthest corners of his mind. It crackled on his skin, sent his robes into a manic fluttering, and caused his eyes to burn an unquenchable emerald.
Harry let himself be consumed so much he barely knew where he was walking. The walls of Hogwarts, which had withstood untold amounts of magic thrown against them over the years, warped and buckled and then rippled back into place like water at Harry's passing.
Moving staircases, ever the bane of those late to class, snapped into place before him as he descended. Never did Harry have to stop. Never did his foot hit a trick step or empty air.
The portraits along the walls wailed, moaned and yelled in anguish, struck with the tidal wave of rage that proceeded him. Struck blind and deaf, and in great pain not one painting could tell of Harry's passing. They just remembered the horror of that night, the agonizing blackness that had befallen them all.
Be it luck or chance it was not until he arrived on the second floor that Harry ran into a living soul. Standing at a junction in the deserted corridor Harry was marching down was Draco Malfoy.
The bane of his existence, his archrival, his enemy. The boy who had belittled and insulted him ever since they had arrived at Hogwarts. The son of the man who had laid in ambush at the Department of Mysteries.
"Hold it Potter what are you doing? Where is Professor Umbridge? Last I saw you were going into the forest with her."
That ever present sneer graced Malfoy's face. That pretentious attitude. That arrogance. He hated every bit of it. But he hated even more that he had ever wasted time on such a pathetic weakling. Malfoy was undeserving of this rage, this fury he had called forth. The ferret deserved to watch as Harry tore his precious Dark Lord down, as he destroyed Malfoy's father and aunt. Burning him now with this all consuming rage wasn't worth it. No he wanted to see Malfoy in despair, to see the look on his face when his dreams, his world was gone like Harry's was before he destroyed him.
"Answer me, Potter!"
"Move," was all Harry responded with. It came out icy smooth and deep, reverberating between them and shaking Malfoy to the core.
Malfoy took a step back and finally noticed what Harry's magic was doing to the castle around him. He took another step back, then another, until his back was against the wall behind him. Shaking all over he raised his wand until it was pointing at Harry. The tip was jostling frantically as he spoke, "Whatever your doing Potter stop it now," his voice cracking and scared.
"Drop it Malfoy"
At those words the walls on either side of Malfoy tore apart as if four gigantic claws had scored the wall, stopping just short of tearing Malfoy to shreds. Malfoy's wand clattered to the ground and he fell to his knees in panic. Ducking down till his head was on the ground and his hands on the back of his head, Malfoy never saw Harry just walk on by him with barely a second glance.
Harry continued along the second floor corridor until he reached a certain girls bathroom. Not even knowing why he had come here when driven by nothing but rage he opened the door and stepped inside.
Myrtle would never be able to re-count the events of that night to anyone if she truly even remembered it at all. Harry's aura of rage had driven her existence into a nightmare of the night of her murder. He wailing in the back corner of the bathroom, unable to think of anything but the pair of eyes that killed her, lasted for all night.
Harry stepped up to the sink that leads down to the chamber, his magic closing the door to the bathroom behind him. The cascade of raging magic that had surrounded him since he left the corridor near the headmasters office suddenly coiled tightly around him as he stared down at the small snake engraving and told it to open.
Grating aside the sink moved to reveal the pipe that lead down to the chamber.
This dark slippery pipe lead me to Voldemort again, to Ginny's near death, my almost death.
Another time I barely was able to survive because Dumbledore barely helped and I was too weak.
Blistering rage sprang up anew and at a thought the pipe rippled and warped and formed stairs leading down into the cavernous abyss. Harry took them slowly purposefully, his rage pulling him down and the Chamber calling him into its embrace, above him the entrance sealed itself cutting him off from Hogwarts and everything that he was leaving behind in his rage and desire for power.
Quietly, determinedly he stepped out of the pipe and strode through the cavern that stretched to the Chamber. His magic unfurled in fury again and began to lay waste to everything around him. Disintegrating boulders, scouring rock faces smooth, and calling new support columns forth from the depths of rock below his feet. When he reached the section of the tunnel that had collapsed when Lockhart's charm backfired, the cave-in was obliterated before him.
Finally he reached the two guardian serpents and at a hiss they parted and the wall split open giving him entrance to the Chamber of Secrets. Stepping forward he walked down the center till he reached the corpse of the basilisk where he stopped. Turning in place he surveyed the Chamber with its towering columns covered in snakes, to the towering statue of Slytherin at the far end, and finally lifted his eyes to the black void where the ceiling stretched so far up that it could not be seen.
Yes, Yes. Here he would turn his rage, his ire, his fury and temper it into the power he needed. He would re-forge himself until nothing and no one could stop him from having the life he wanted.
Magic swelled within him, driven by the extremes of his emotions, and he let it all go and it stormed out of him into a maelstrom that filled the entire chamber.
AN: This is a plot idea that I got while working on the beginning of A New Path. I finally decided to write at least the first chapter for now. I have a basic idea for the second chapter, but this is definitely a WIP. A New Path and its sequel are my real writing priority but I will update this as I get ideas and time to write. Looking forward to what everyone thinks of the story.