Chapter 1 Based off of Harry's madness

Rage

Harry stood, listening to the argument between Arthur and Lucius. He stood there, wondering a single question: Why me?

(Why?) Harry thought his mind a rain cloud of sorrows. (Why? What have I done, except the best for them? I defeated Voldemort as a child- due to my mother, true, but I still defeated him- and I stopped him from getting the Sorcerer's Stone. I defeated the memory of Tom Riddle left in the diary and his pet basilisk and I saved Ginny as well. In my third year, I saw Voldemort's servant Pettigrew escape and freed my godfather- although those are things I can't and won't tell anyone- and last year, I came out of the Triwizard Tournament with Cedric Diggory's body in my arms. I saw Voldemort rise, The-overdramatic-dark-lord or He-who's-name-most-be-hyphenated. And is this my reward? My thanks for giving my all, for living in fear almost every day since my eleventh birthday? To be left in the dark of Azkaban by friends and hounded by my enemies?)

Tears almost sprang to his eyes- and then they were pushed back by a flood tide of sheer anger, a wave of fury, pure rage at all who had crossed him. More hatred than Harry had ever felt rushed to the front of his mind- he barely heard Fudge say "This way, Lucius"- and in it, a single thought came out.

(Make them pay. Make them feel your hatred, make them beg for forgiveness and give none to those that you deem. Let them feel your rage, your anger, your fury.)

Mr. Weasley, taking one look at Harry's haggard and drawn face, decided to stay quiet. The history of Wizarding might have changed had he spoken, but he said nothing.

Harry, left to his own thoughts, brewed them into a stew that was black and thick and viscous. (I will make them pay,) he thought, letting darkness nestle in his mind like an owl coming to roost. (I will strike them down, one by one or all at once. They will learn to fear me. I am not a child I will decide my own fate and the fate others. I will decide the fate of this world, if I wish to, and all who live in it and they will pay for what they have done. I will not fall for I will make my own fate and the fate of many others.)

As he thought this, they stepped into the "elevator" that led upwards through the Ministry of Magic. As they stepped out, heading back, he looked at the fountain. The wizard, who looked so handsome from afar, looked like a fool up close. The woman had the blank, vapid smile that often appears on the faces of women who have realized that their bodies are far more valuable than their minds in this world. The Centaur looked at disgust at the two, the house elf beaten and cowering, and the goblin in greed. Harry stopped for a second, considering throwing a coin in, then decided not to. After all, he would need the money, for his war.

After returning to the Order of the Phoenix's headquarters and being greeted by everyone (including a very shaken Hermione), he announced that he was drained and wanted to sleep for a while. He was allowed to go, and he heard Mr. Weasley speaking to Sirius as he left.

"Settle down! Listen, Sirius, Lucius was at the Ministry-"

Harry heard Sirius' interrupting "What?" before closing the door of the bedroom he shared with Ron. Sitting on one of the beds, he began thinking. He had to know now if he had it in him- if he had the will to strike down his foes or even those that would turn on him. He thought of them all, both friends and allies, each time asking himself, "Can I kill them?". And near each time, the darkness rolled forward and enveloped him, and the answer was "Yes." "Can I manipulate them?" The darkness in him would answer "yes" in gleeful, maniacal, psychotic laughter

Harry looked at his hands. They would soon be the hands of a killer.

The thought caused a grin to appear on his face. He face was overshadowed briefly by that of a mask with manic like grin, eyes of darkness and laughter, and a sound that haunted those that heard it in that house and later all who heard it, of dark laughter, of laughter at pain and misery.

Several days passed- Harry helped the others clean out Sirius' old house- with nothing happening. Harry plotted and planned as well as studied all of the books "thrown out" and some still in the library, but nothing could be done yet. No one here- save perhaps Mrs. Weasley, who had kept information from him- were on the wrong side of his account books, and anyway he already had his first target in mind:

Severus Snape.

It finally drew to that precious first day of school. Harry found himself a booth next to Neville Longbottom, Ginny Weasley, and a strange-looking girl whose eyeballs were too big for her head. Ginny announced that her name was Luna Lovegood. Shortly afterwards, Neville's new pet cactus showered him with gunk, seconds before Cho Chang- a girl Harry had been planning to manipulate happened to look inside. Harry became almost angry enough with Longbottom to harm him but remembered that Neville was more powerful then she in combat from what his magic sight could see. Harry had many plans and knew much.

He knew that Neville would be best as a water elementalist. Water well quite pure, Harry spat well thinking of pure thing, had its own darkness as did all the elements. The true darkest of the elements was the only one that actually produced light. Fire was the darkest of the elements because its only purpose was destruction it had domain in lava and anything else that needed heat including light itself. After that was Air the gremlin that it was. It had the most powerful explosives in the world at its command and a simple word and it could destroy great amounts of things Air was natural disaster almost incarnate It controls tornadoes, tsunamis, hurricanes the only thing it didn't control was earthquakes and eruptions in volcanoes and even then it control where the death cloud, and rubble went and how suffocating ash was. Air was a great but equal element with all the others. Earth had gravity and lava that by itself was enough to equal the others. Water was pure and cleansing, well being patient and never ending. Water was everywhere and a good water elementalist could drown you by using your own body's water.

Ginny on the other hand would be a great Air elementalist or Necromancer because, even though she didn't know he had absorbed the piece of Riddle's soul, which he had only realized when his rage had first shown, she willingly went along with Riddle and chaos like any air elemental or elementalist would. Cho had potential as a Enchanter because her family was in the business and she had access to runes that no one else would because of it and she might even get her family and some others to join them some even from outside of the United Kingdoms or even Europe. Luna had potential as a seer or an enchanter but she could be any number of other things since he didn't know her so well.

Harry himself would make a great either Shadow elementalist/elemental or Necromancer. Harry had great potential as a Necromancer because he had had death magic flow through him before now. He had great potential as a shadow elementalist/elemental because he had literally spent over 2 thirds of his life in shadows in the cupboard. He could become an elemental eventually because Shadow, or darkness as it was really called, really wasn't a prime element and so its energy source wasn't sentient like the prime elements were. Becoming an elemental however was a difficult thing, in and of itself. Elementals are usually those that have their souls consumed by their element, or the more unusual path was to become a true master of the element so much so that the element becomes a part of you, seeing as how his element was not sentient he had to go with # 2 and because he wanted to keep his soul/mind. Harry ideally noted that they had arrived.

Although several things happened between this time and the time of Sorting, none of it was of note to Harry- save perhaps the new teachers. One was one of those who had voted against him- her name turned out to be Umbridge. Harry grinned when he saw her- a very cruel decision had delivered this woman to his hands. When Snape was dead, Harry would see to her, like he would all of his enemies.

The first week, Harry avoided trouble- he almost raised to the bait several times in Umbridge's class, but thinking of her eventual demises prevented him from losing his temper and ripping her throat out in front of oh so many witnesses. It was vital that he not get detention- he had a special subject he was studying- the art of pushing.

There were so many ways you could shove someone, he was discovering. And that was what he planned for Severus Snape to discover very soon.

Sunday, First Week of Hogwarts School

The day that two things of import happened, related very heavily- the day Harry Potter learned telekinesis and Severus Snape died.

Harry had been in the library every spare second, researching what the wizards termed "Mind Magic" the magic of the mind. He learned a particular kind of mind magic, Telekinesis. Telekinesis was discovered by a muggle-born and as such was greatly discredited and soon forgotten. He had no trouble out of the others- only Hermione and Ron asked him anything, and he said that he wanted to see what ways he could use his mind for. It was a good enough cover lie and neither of his friends wanted to talk much about it since both didn't know much about mind magic.

Harry had narrowed down his search on useful mind magic. The only things he found were Legilimency, Occlumency, Telekinesis, Pyrokinesis (setting things on fire with your mind), Cyrokinesis (turning things to ice with your mind) and empathy but that was a bit more of a talent then anything else. Harry chose Telekinesis and Legilimency and practiced every day. At first, just getting the concentration was tiring, and his mind could only move small objects- feathers, hats, socks. But in two days of almost constant practice, he found he could move larger objects- his heavy books, his dresser, and once when no one was looking, he had used it to trip Neville Longbottom. Everyone had laughed and figured that Neville had tripped on his own feet- but Harry knew better and helped him back up without laughing at him.

Neville's trip meant Snape's death was near.

Harry's plan was very simple. He would wait outside the top of the stairs leading up from Slytherin House with his Invisibility Cloak on. He would wait until he saw Snape and then wait for a perfect opportunity. When Snape got to the perfect location, Harry was going to hurl all his might at him. Snape would fall- breaking his back and skull against the stone well seeing Harry laugh at the sight of him before vanishing.

Harry waited that night inside his cloak, an expectant look on his face. Strands of hair fell into his face, and his lips curled in a strange snarl. Anyone who could gaze at him then, through his cloak, would swear they had glimpsed a demon hidden in human skin. He could feel the shadows around him curling and moving to hide him even further from view and when he moved it muffled sound. The very shadows moved for him. He truly looked like a demon with a wave of shadows right behind him, his eyes lighting a green light just like an Avada Kedara, his black hair looking one with shadows, his snarl like that of a beast from the very depths of the Abyss that which shadow originated from, His scar glowing crimson like that of fresh blood. His body however was not quite up to making his appearance any better. He had been getting bigger but was still quite lanky.

He saw rather than heard Snape walk by the stairs with his billowing cloak. Snape was walking with an unusual smile on his face like when he was going to bust a Gryffindor. Harry thought 'enjoy your last smile'. He reached the top of the stairs near the Hufflepuff dorm. Harry shoved with all his might. Harry had a very pleasant view of Snape's face, looking perplexed and confused then horror and finally hatred as he saw Harry, as he saw that his body was falling over the banister. He was already past when he noticed Harry. They meet eyes and soon Harry had all he wanted. Snape never even screamed even as skull popped like a balloon as and his body broke from the high fall.

After entering his cloak again and making sure no one seen him not even the portraits. Inside his cloak, Harry grinned. The darkness closed around him. Welcoming him home and into something that was truly what he was meant to be. Laughter could be heard in the halls that night.

It was a week after Snape's death. The school still rang with news and rumors of it. Although Harry had immediately been suspected- the hate between him and Snape was an old wound- he was cleared of it soon enough. Oddly, the suspicion landed on Goyle, who had last been seen with him in their stress, the inhabitants of Slytherin had changed events in their mind to include Goyle shoving Snape off because an argument with him about something that had Goyle very upset in the Dormitories after. Crabbe attempted to clear Goyle, but then Slytherin lumped them together and decided they were tired of Snape's attitude and had decided to give him a free trip to the bottom of the stairs. Both were expelled two days later.

Draco was soon an exile in the dormitories. He was under suspicions that he had helped them since he was the leader of those goons. Maybe he had a bad grade and had Goyle try to prank him and Goyle went too far. Draco was a tyrant and king in the dormitories before, now he was pariah. Few approached him any more those that did where Daphne Greengrass, Blaise Zabini, and Tracey Davis.

On that same day, Dumbledore had held a meeting, and everyone in school was gathered. Even those who didn't like Snape were shocked by his end, and that two students had been responsible for it, more importantly that two Slytherins were responsible. Harry kept his face shocked but happy the proper face of someone who has just realized his worst enemy is dead, but inside he was laughing and raving. He was going to manipulate all that he need to and take all that he wanted. He would recruit from Slytherin and they would be some of his best people.

He had many reasons to laugh. One was simple enough. Severus Snape was dead, and little could spoil the humor that brought on. The second was more complex. He had found his place in the great scheme, not that of hero, but that of monster. And he was enjoying the hell out of it. He would take his pieces and make a game of this yet.

Another good reason for chuckling was that he had formed the D.A, this group, Dumbledore's Army, was formed to perform Defense against the Dark Arts in the student's spare time- ever since Umbridge's first class, the bitch had made Defense against the Dark Arts a joke. She had also gained power, being named High Inquisitor the day after Snape's death. Oh well. Things couldn't always be perfect, as Harry found out.

The D.A. was going to change soon, although they didn't know it. Already he had moved them from approved jinxes and hexes into completely different spells- channeling and chanting, spells far more powerful than mere jinxes. Already Neville Longbottom- who seemed determined to become the best at these new spells- could perform the chant that made him a shadow and let him pass unseen, and Hermione could create a blizzard that froze anything in its path, She was rather good at cold spells. Whenever anyone asked why they were studying such powerful spells, he simply replied, "Because Voldemort is." That stopped further queries. Dumbledore's army- which Harry hoped to make Potter's Army soon- was growing by leaps and bounds, both in numbers and power. They would soon also have Slytherins in their numbers.

These were his usual reasons for laughing inside, but today he had a new reason.

Draco and the Slytherins would be joining him today.

What he would do was, like his plan for Snape, simple enough. Draco was now a pariah in Slytherin and some of the other Pariah would have approached him by now. Most of the female side of Slytherin were both treated as sex slave/toys and accepted the position or they became pariahs. Any with intelligent choose the second option. Draco even though a Pariah still held sway over those in the lower grades.

What he would do was prove that Draco was innocent. By saving a pariah in Slytherin the other pariahs would come to him so that they could become stronger. The female side so that they can escape the grasps of those that wanted them as sex toys/slaves or just wanted a friend.

What he would do was take a pensive to the dungeons and show what happened that night from Draco's point of view after he did some things to his memories. He slipped into the dungeons, then into the Slytherin common room, then finally into Draco's personal room.

He modified the memories of Draco, woke him and said that he didn't think that Draco had killed Snape and started to explain his plan Draco reacted nicely and even said both in his mind and his voice that he would have killed Snape given the chance like most Slytherins. Draco told Harry that Snape simple brought to much negative attention when they prefer positive (for them) attention, soon after they left the room, Harry going before Draco and going to the side then Draco left after. Draco called for everyone to come down and the whole of Slytherin came together in the common room.

Harry showed himself and asked Draco to take the memory of the night before and put it into the pensive that he pulled from inside his cloak. Draco did so and it showed he had minimal contact with the goons before they 'killed' Snape.

That night, Harry sat in the Gryffindor common room alone. He lifted up a small vial in his hand, and smiled. The light the full hearth gave the room reflected off his eyes, but didn't go in them. The darkness there was too complete to be pierced by mere firelight. The smile seemed as if it would suddenly turn to rending jaws. He had new supporters and he would soon kill Umbridge. The vial looked like something that most would consider pure being of silver in coloring, but it was one of the darkest things in the world, the ability to manipulate shadows and darkness something that Snape had made. It had been made for him to escape if a plan went awry. Harry drank it down and would learn and control his power over shadow the potion only applied what he had of control over it a bit sooner then without it. But soon every second would count.

The jester in Harry Potter's soul began to laugh again.

It was the laughter of the darkness in the souls of all beings. It was the laughter at the pain to others that was to come. Even though he was going to destroy many things he would rebuild from what he had destroyed and some things would avoid the purge of destruction.

I hope you like it and no I don't have the permission of the original author but I did try to get it and after a few months of no reply I decide to just do it. and I change it around quite a bit.

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