The colors pulsated and swirled around pyschedelically, and it hurt Greg's eyes to look at them.
Greg's head throbbed and pulsated for some reason, and he felt incredibly naeseous.
Greg suddenly was on fire, and he felt himself tumbling downwards, tumbling towards some unknown force.
Greg opened his mouth to scream, yell, but the colors clamped around his throat drowning him, preventing him from breathing.
Suddenly the colors dissappeared and Greg realized he was somewhere underwater. "Where the hell am I", he wondered.
Far below he could make out the faintest hint of green-tinted glass. "Huh, a submarine" he wondered.
He was broken out of his thoughts, but a strong force shoving him down underwater.
"I'm going to die" thought Greg panicking
Greg looked around and saw thought he was caught in the clutches of a giant squid.
"Giant squid!" his mind thought with excitement forming connections.
"Great Lake!... HOGWARTS!" Greg was ecstatic, "His plan had worked he was in Hogwarts!"
None of that would matter however, if he didn't get out of the ghastly squid's clutches.
"Diffindo!" he roared the magic rolling off his fingertips, "looks like reading all those fanfics paid off, Dad!" Greg thought smugly.
The spell sliced into the squid's tentacles, and it released him, roaring in pain.
Greg dragged himself out of the lake and began gasping for air.
He turned around and saw the squid had risen. "Hmmm... Some form of magical propulsion, no fanfics ever talked about this".
Greg looked at the squid's eyes which were red with rage. Slowly his mind began to piece together the puzzle.
"Rage...Greg's dad! GREG's DAD!"
Suddenly all the beautiful scenery around Greg faded to be replaced with his white bathroom.
Greg's dad's fist slammed into Greg's forehead and the familiar surroundings of Hogwarts reappeared.
"What the hell was that, is my dad an illegal animagus? No way must be some sort of Leglimency attack", Greg pondered.
"I need to be better prepared for that, time to learn Occlumency" thought Greg, "After I become an elemental-shadow mage and find out I'm a descendant of Merlin, the Peverells, and the Founders, and become the Master of Death of course! Oh and better keep an eye out for Dumblydoor and his manipulations, don't want to get set up with the Weasleys" quoting ideas he had picked up from reading fanfiction.
Greg knew he couldn't do all this if the squid killed him here, he knew that all Harry could return from death, and Greg didn't have any horcruxes as far as he was aware.
Greg tried to run away, but their were powerful wards up in place to prevent him from doing so.
Greg knew magic was just a matter of will, it was what he had read on the Internet, so he knew it had to be true.
Greg pushed against the wards with all his might and they shattered, the backlash from them lacerating his skin.
Greg saw the squid dive for him but it was already too late, he had Apparated away.
Something had gone wrong though, Greg felt himself falling, and then hitting the ground hard.
Greg's vision faded into darkness.
xXx
Susan Heffley was at a loss for words
First her son Greg had exploded and what exactly was going on with him, why had he all of a sudden gone all crazy on them. It was he who was being lazy, he was worthless, hypocritical, she could go on and on for the many flaws of her son Greg.
As for Manny, he was just a child, of course they treated him better and gave him preferential treatment. He was three years old for Chrissake, of course they were going to treat him better than Greg. He still had his childhood innocence to preserve and Greg had irrevocably destroyed it with his blasted dirty mouth. She remembered him coming up to her asking, "Mommy, what does fucking piece of shit mean"
Susan had barely restrained her instinct of slapping him and then shoving soap in his mouth, when she realized he was not old enough to understand what those words meant.
And her husband, too... In all her years she had never seen him lose his temper like that. She guessed all that bottled up anger had finally been unleashed on Greg. Not that he didn't deserve it, he was practically begging for it.
She still couldn't believe that her son had snorted up her medicine up his nose, not only was her son a drug junkie, which would explain a lot of his rather odd behavior, she had to go and buy her medication all over again. It was not a short commute, nor was the medicine cheap.
She didn't know if Greg was okay though, he had snorted all the medicine up his nose, and it had been quite a bit of medication.
Suddenly her husband raised the fire extinguisher and slammed onto Greg's head. Oh no she thought, Greg couldn't have survived.
Her husband grabbed Greg's head and shoved it into the toilet Greg began to struggle and trash to breathe.
She heard him muttering something about a Deffindo or something, probably still crazy from his drug overdose she thought, and then she his teeth clamp down on his father's fingertips.
Blood leaked from her husband's fingertips and he howled in rage. Greg was muttering something about Leglimancers or something and animagus, just what kind of nonsense did this boy learn, she pondered.
She saw Greg slam himself against the wall again and again but it did not give, "Damn wards too strong" he muttered to himself, "But the can not contain a wizard of my caliber, no siree". So this nonsense he was muttering must have been picked up from his stupid fanfiction.
"If I have the will I can do this" Greg proclaimed. Then he climbed up onto a cabinet and dove through the window, shattering the glass and lacerating himself in the process.
Greg's dad tried to leap and catch Greg but it was far too late. They could only helplessly peer through the window as Greg plummeted to his down.
Splat!
Greg hit the ground his limbs twisting at odd angles, a pool of blood began spreading from his body
