Chapter 1: Blinding Fury
Harry Potter whipped out his wand. He wouldn't take this from Draco Malfoy.
"This is the last time you insult me, you bastard!" he yelled, watching Draco point his wand. Harry waved his and sent Draco flying across the room. Draco got up, trying to re-orient himself.
"You're going to pay for that, Potter," he said quietly and threw out his wand. A bolt of lightning flew out of the tip and struck Harry directly in the chest.
"Damnit!" Harry grunted as he hit the floor. He pointed his wand and threw fire at Draco, making sure to aim correctly. It caught hiss robes and he screamed, stringing off obscenities. He threw off his flaming robes and a look of pure hatred crossed his face.
"Crucio!" he yelled, and Harry fell to the floor in pain. His wand fell out of his hand, but as he reached for it Draco strengthened the curse. Agonizing pain shot through his body, but he stretched and finally grasped his wand. He pointed it at Draco, making sure that this spell would end the battle. A fine, sparkling powder flew form the tip of his wand and when it hit Draco it exploded, knocking him out for several weeks. Harry got up, breathing hard. He got applause from several of the Lions. The Serpents glared at him with distaste as he walked away. As he left, he slid his wand back up his sleeve, still smoking.
**____**
As Harry headed back to the Common Room, he heard moans and heavy breathing coming from behind the door of a janitor's closet. He stood outside of it, waiting for them to finish. After a few minutes, Seamus Finnigan came from the closet, red-faced, adjusting his robes and breathing hard. Hermione followed, she too was adjusting herself.
"Hello, Harry," she said slyly. It was no secret that she was the school Lolita. She had changed her image because she got tired of guys calling her nerdy and a dork. Now, you couldn't name a guy in Gryffindor that she hadn't done it with.
"Hey Hermione. Who are you doing today?" he replied, shooting off their little joke.
"Oh, probably everybody you know," she said. They began to walk down the hall together and suddenly; a gang of Serpents attacked them.
"Die, Potter!" came a shout from behind them. They hit the floor as a blue bolt of energy went over their heads. Harry rolled over to face their attackers and threw lightning at them. He heard a couple shouts of pain and surprise, and then a lot of thuds as they rolled down the stairs. It turned out to be Crabbe and Goyle; two of Malfoy's grunt workers. Harry prodded their bodies with the toe of his shoe.
"I didn't think they could be trained to do proper magic," Harry smirked, and Hermione began to poke them with her wand.
"Let's go," he ordered, and she quit her poking and followed him. As they strode towards the common room, a door exploded outward. They both flew back and hit the floor with twin thuds, splintered wood falling all over them. Peeves busted out of the door, laughing his head off maniacally.
"Ha ha ha! It's Potty-Wee-Potter, leader of the Lions! The Serpents are very mad at choo!" he giggled in his annoying voice, "and it's Miss 'I'll screw anyone' Granger! Hee hee hee! You two going in the janitor's closet for a little 'alone time', eh?"
"Go to fucking hell, Peeves," Harry muttered darkly, and shot a bolt of electricity at him. Peeves exploded (as he had for the past few years when various other students had learned that poltergeists are repelled by electricity) and was gone, leaving Harry and Hermione lying on the floor. They both got up, dusting off their robes and cursing Peeves.
"How many more times do I get attacked before I can actually get to class?" Harry mused out loud, and continued his quest for his Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
**____**
When they finally got to DADA class, all of the students shushed up as he and Hermione entered the room. Everyone had seen what happened with Draco and they didn't want the same to happen again. He took his seat, looking around for the teacher. Silence reigned over the room for several minutes until they all heard a sound coming from a darkened corner. Suddenly, a tall, dark-robed man stepped out. He strode into the middle of the room, pausing for a minute to survey the class. He had dark, almost jet- black hair and piercing silver eyes.
"My name is Professor Black. I am your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher for this year. However, I am NOT," the word was punctuated by a hard stamp on the floor, "going to screw around with pansy 'Shield Charms' and 'Luminosity Spells'. I am here to teach you to take the offensive on dark forces and force them to defend themselves, are we clear?" he asked the class, his voice dark and sinuous. The students sat, glued to their seats. They seemed to be mesmerized by the tones of his voice, and he grew impatient.
"I asked if we had an understanding," he said, his voice lowering to a slight growl. A few students nodded, "and I don't want any fighting in my class or you will receive a punishment you won't want to experience again. Are we clear?" This time all of the students nodded. Harry lowered his eyes to his wand, which was still stained black from all the fire fights he had been in.
"Now, I am going to teach you a technique which will be very helpful in fighting other wizards. Mr Potter?" he asked, and that jerked Harry from his daze, "Can I get your help? Stand up here." Harry got out of his seat and strode to the front of the room. He stood there, wondering what he should do next.
"Now watch," the professor ordered, and he pointed his wand at Harry. Darkness flew from it and went straight towards Harry's eyes, effectively blinding him. He yelled in pain and surprise. Professor Black began to explain the spell and Harry pointed his wand and shot off a fireball, directing his spell towards the sound of Black's voice. He heard the fireball hit the professor and a grunt of surprise, and his vision cleared just as the teacher hit the floor. As the students laughed, Professor Black got up and dusted himself off.
"I'll expect to see you after class, Potter," he said venomously, and strode off. "Class dismissed."
**____**
Harry came out of DADA class, seething with fury. How dare that teacher give him detention, how dare he? Up ahead, he saw a Serpent standing there, looking at something. He aimed his spell and cast it, and darkness flew out, seeking a victim. It found the Serpent and Harry heard its yells of surprise. He laughed maliciously and walked off, running into another student. The person he had run into reminded him of (Sirius) someone he knew, but he couldn't remember who.
"Watch yourself, kid," Harry said almost as poisonously as Professor Black had been.
"Hey, you don't own the hall. Fuck you," the insolent brat shot back, and Harry flared with anger.
"Who the fuck do you think you are, punk?" Harry was almost yelling now.
"Someone you shouldn't mess with," warned the kid, "and if you wanna mess with me, you're gonna pay."
"Oh, yeah, let's see what you're made of then," invited Potter, and they n both pulled out their wands to prepare for the duel.
Harry Potter whipped out his wand. He wouldn't take this from Draco Malfoy.
"This is the last time you insult me, you bastard!" he yelled, watching Draco point his wand. Harry waved his and sent Draco flying across the room. Draco got up, trying to re-orient himself.
"You're going to pay for that, Potter," he said quietly and threw out his wand. A bolt of lightning flew out of the tip and struck Harry directly in the chest.
"Damnit!" Harry grunted as he hit the floor. He pointed his wand and threw fire at Draco, making sure to aim correctly. It caught hiss robes and he screamed, stringing off obscenities. He threw off his flaming robes and a look of pure hatred crossed his face.
"Crucio!" he yelled, and Harry fell to the floor in pain. His wand fell out of his hand, but as he reached for it Draco strengthened the curse. Agonizing pain shot through his body, but he stretched and finally grasped his wand. He pointed it at Draco, making sure that this spell would end the battle. A fine, sparkling powder flew form the tip of his wand and when it hit Draco it exploded, knocking him out for several weeks. Harry got up, breathing hard. He got applause from several of the Lions. The Serpents glared at him with distaste as he walked away. As he left, he slid his wand back up his sleeve, still smoking.
**____**
As Harry headed back to the Common Room, he heard moans and heavy breathing coming from behind the door of a janitor's closet. He stood outside of it, waiting for them to finish. After a few minutes, Seamus Finnigan came from the closet, red-faced, adjusting his robes and breathing hard. Hermione followed, she too was adjusting herself.
"Hello, Harry," she said slyly. It was no secret that she was the school Lolita. She had changed her image because she got tired of guys calling her nerdy and a dork. Now, you couldn't name a guy in Gryffindor that she hadn't done it with.
"Hey Hermione. Who are you doing today?" he replied, shooting off their little joke.
"Oh, probably everybody you know," she said. They began to walk down the hall together and suddenly; a gang of Serpents attacked them.
"Die, Potter!" came a shout from behind them. They hit the floor as a blue bolt of energy went over their heads. Harry rolled over to face their attackers and threw lightning at them. He heard a couple shouts of pain and surprise, and then a lot of thuds as they rolled down the stairs. It turned out to be Crabbe and Goyle; two of Malfoy's grunt workers. Harry prodded their bodies with the toe of his shoe.
"I didn't think they could be trained to do proper magic," Harry smirked, and Hermione began to poke them with her wand.
"Let's go," he ordered, and she quit her poking and followed him. As they strode towards the common room, a door exploded outward. They both flew back and hit the floor with twin thuds, splintered wood falling all over them. Peeves busted out of the door, laughing his head off maniacally.
"Ha ha ha! It's Potty-Wee-Potter, leader of the Lions! The Serpents are very mad at choo!" he giggled in his annoying voice, "and it's Miss 'I'll screw anyone' Granger! Hee hee hee! You two going in the janitor's closet for a little 'alone time', eh?"
"Go to fucking hell, Peeves," Harry muttered darkly, and shot a bolt of electricity at him. Peeves exploded (as he had for the past few years when various other students had learned that poltergeists are repelled by electricity) and was gone, leaving Harry and Hermione lying on the floor. They both got up, dusting off their robes and cursing Peeves.
"How many more times do I get attacked before I can actually get to class?" Harry mused out loud, and continued his quest for his Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
**____**
When they finally got to DADA class, all of the students shushed up as he and Hermione entered the room. Everyone had seen what happened with Draco and they didn't want the same to happen again. He took his seat, looking around for the teacher. Silence reigned over the room for several minutes until they all heard a sound coming from a darkened corner. Suddenly, a tall, dark-robed man stepped out. He strode into the middle of the room, pausing for a minute to survey the class. He had dark, almost jet- black hair and piercing silver eyes.
"My name is Professor Black. I am your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher for this year. However, I am NOT," the word was punctuated by a hard stamp on the floor, "going to screw around with pansy 'Shield Charms' and 'Luminosity Spells'. I am here to teach you to take the offensive on dark forces and force them to defend themselves, are we clear?" he asked the class, his voice dark and sinuous. The students sat, glued to their seats. They seemed to be mesmerized by the tones of his voice, and he grew impatient.
"I asked if we had an understanding," he said, his voice lowering to a slight growl. A few students nodded, "and I don't want any fighting in my class or you will receive a punishment you won't want to experience again. Are we clear?" This time all of the students nodded. Harry lowered his eyes to his wand, which was still stained black from all the fire fights he had been in.
"Now, I am going to teach you a technique which will be very helpful in fighting other wizards. Mr Potter?" he asked, and that jerked Harry from his daze, "Can I get your help? Stand up here." Harry got out of his seat and strode to the front of the room. He stood there, wondering what he should do next.
"Now watch," the professor ordered, and he pointed his wand at Harry. Darkness flew from it and went straight towards Harry's eyes, effectively blinding him. He yelled in pain and surprise. Professor Black began to explain the spell and Harry pointed his wand and shot off a fireball, directing his spell towards the sound of Black's voice. He heard the fireball hit the professor and a grunt of surprise, and his vision cleared just as the teacher hit the floor. As the students laughed, Professor Black got up and dusted himself off.
"I'll expect to see you after class, Potter," he said venomously, and strode off. "Class dismissed."
**____**
Harry came out of DADA class, seething with fury. How dare that teacher give him detention, how dare he? Up ahead, he saw a Serpent standing there, looking at something. He aimed his spell and cast it, and darkness flew out, seeking a victim. It found the Serpent and Harry heard its yells of surprise. He laughed maliciously and walked off, running into another student. The person he had run into reminded him of (Sirius) someone he knew, but he couldn't remember who.
"Watch yourself, kid," Harry said almost as poisonously as Professor Black had been.
"Hey, you don't own the hall. Fuck you," the insolent brat shot back, and Harry flared with anger.
"Who the fuck do you think you are, punk?" Harry was almost yelling now.
"Someone you shouldn't mess with," warned the kid, "and if you wanna mess with me, you're gonna pay."
"Oh, yeah, let's see what you're made of then," invited Potter, and they n both pulled out their wands to prepare for the duel.