Important Note: STOP READING!!!! This chapter is some crap I wrote ages ago when I wanted Harry to go crazy and kill everyone. I just posted it because the lack of development in this story is making me angry. I apologize for posting this chapter and to those who've read it. As of now, story is ON HIATUS until I resolve my inner demons about pace, plot and characters. Thank you to those who have taken the time to read so far.

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Feel my Fangs

Chapter Ten – The End of an Era

"I'll lead the rebellion," Harry had said. "Just for the sake of it."

"Do you think it wise that a fledging vampire half-breed will lead dark creatures in a fight against the ministry of magic?" Paula asked Sythe. "He is awfully young."

"But you know him, Paula," Sythe said. "Harry's done incredible as well as unbelievable things. Hell he's a wizvamp!"

"You realize a good forty-five percent of dark creatures will be annihilated in this battle," Paula looked on her clipboard. "This would've never happen if young Harry here had never been turned. He would have had more compassion."

"For all your facts and figures, Paula, you're wrong," the vampire head of council said. "The tension and the conflict, the despair and the hate, it was always there, brewing under the surface. Harry just used it to achieve his end. It has nothing to do with being a vampire or a wizard."

Paula was thoughtful.

"Harry is an opportunist," Sythe explained. "But he has the power and the charisma to back up whatever he wishes to do. Look at how he rounded up the vampires and the werewolves. Look at how he convinced them to cooperate. Look at how he's using each clan's strength in the best possible combination. Had Harry not shown up, we would have been on the losing side."

"Vampires are not that weak," Paula huffed. "We could've managed even without those dogs."

"Paula," Sythe sighed. "Your excessive pride is blinding you."

The old vampire flipped her long hair back. "Harry had better hurry up and win this battle. Standing here was so un-stimulating."

Sythe smiled but remained silent. He watched as the battle waged on, Harry at its' head. The boy had much hamenlei, the power to bring change in the world. Harry was proving it.

"And one dead Fudge!" screamed Harry. "Keep moving werewolves! Don't stop!"

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"Paula. Paula!" Harry marched up to the old vampire, a crooked smile splitting his face. "We've gotten into the ministry. We're fighting floor by floor now. We're almost there."

"This isn't a rebellion anymore," Paula remarked to Harry.

"You're right," Harry looked at the massacre going under his eyes and grinned savagely. "It's a revolution."

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Harry stood in front of the Veil. They had finally managed to get the to the last floor of the ministry. They were in the Department of Mysteries. But only the Veil interested Harry.

Getting Sirius out was out of the question. His godfather had passed on a long time ago. Long enough that it didn't hurt to think of him anymore. Harry's heart had gone cold a long time ago.

But the Veil was to have its use. It was going to be the pillar of the new era.

Harry laughed. The vampires and the werewolves looked nervously at their slightly crazed leader.

Harry stuck his arm into the Veil and pulled with all his considerable might.

Five thousand miles above the Veil, in the clouds, an ear-splitting screech was heard.

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"C'mon, just shut up now," Harry said to the Banshee. "I'm tired of having to waste energy in keeping a sound shield around you."

The Banshee continued emitting nasty vibrations from inside her bubble.

"Useless piece of dark creature," Harry mumbled. "At least werewolves have a good sense of smell and are furry and nice to cuddle with. Vampires know where to get my lunch. But you, my dear, just spend your time screaming. You old hag. You're even uglier than Dumbledore."

Harry massaged his temples. "If I feed you a human will you shut up?"

The Banshee stopped screaming and looked at Harry with interest.

"No way! You're not eating me," Harry said indignantly. "I'll find you a Death Eater or something. How do you like rat?"

"Harry?"

"Hermione? What are you doing here?" Harry frowned. "Don't tell me you followed Dumbledore here…"

"As a matter of fact I did and so did Ron!" Hermione said puffing herself up. "He trusts us."

"Actually it's good to see you, my dear friend," Harry said showing his teeth. "Would you like to see the Banshee closer?"

"It's an interesting specimen isn't it? I read all about them in Lockhart's book 'Banishing Banshees'," Hermione said as she walked around the Banshee's shield. "I'm going to tell Dumbledore that I'll take on the Banshee as a project."

"Really? Do come closer, Hermione," Harry said politely. "Do you see that mark she has on her forehead?"

"What? Where?" Hermione leaned closer. She put her hands on the shield.

"I lied. The mark is on my forehead," said Harry and he gave Hermione a hard shove. Hermione plummeted past the shield and was gobbled up by the Banshee.

"Ooops, I tripped," Harry said innocently. "Geez what happened to Hermione? Oh well, the hag stopped screaming."

Harry was about to leave when he turned to the Banshee and said: "You're not the pillar I'm looking for and I'm sorry I brought you here. But good luck with dealing with Dumbledore. Ciao Banshee."

Harry walked out of the Department of Mystery, summoned the vampires and werewolves who were waiting for him and portkeyed everyone out.

Dumbledore and Ron walked in not half a minute later. "Hermione?"

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Blood. Ah fresh blood…

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"I feel like I've forgotten something," Harry said to Neville.

"Sorry, but I don't have a remembrall anymore," Neville said while blowing on his hot chocolate.

"Congratulations on making prefect, by the way. Ron must be devastated," Harry said.

"Thanks. Ron took it surprisingly well, in front of me anyways," Neville said. "I heard from Dean that he'd broken the dormitories after, though. Apparently the house-elves had to rush to replace everything. It was very inconsiderate of him."

Harry laughed.

"By the way, why are you back at Hogwarts, Harry?" Neville asked. "You're in the top ten wanted list of the Ministry, you know."

Harry shrugged. "I thought I'd come back and take some lessons. I'll be gone before you know it."

"I don't mind if you stay, Harry," Neville said. "Just don't drink my blood without asking permission. I might think there are mosquitoes in the room or something."

"You amuse me," Harry smiled as he slouched on a Gryffindor couch. "Say, you wouldn't happen to know what the password to Dumbledore's office is?"

"No, they don't tell that to prefects," Neville said apologetically. "But I do know the passwords to all the houses' common rooms."

Harry cheered up. "Tell me."

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Theodore Nott was diligently working on a transfiguration essay in the Slytherin common room. On his left sat Pansy Parkinson who was flipping through images of necklaces and dressrobes in a TeenWitch.

"Say, Theo, did you hear? Malfoy's mum is pregnant again," Pansy said. "The catch-me-a-lover potion Malfoy's dad gave her was faulty apparently. I heard it when my father told my mum."

"So Malfoy's gonna have a half-sibling," Theodore chuckled. "I bet you ten galleons that the father is that dancer that Draco dragged us to see with his mum last month."

"You're on," Pansy said without taking her eyes off her magazine. "And you're going to lose, because I know for a fact that she was seeing a Ministry attaché."

"We'll see when the baby's out, now, won't we," Theodore said as he finished his essay, adding a flourish to the last letter. "I bet to win, Pansy, dear, remember that."

"Well so do I, Theo, honey," Pansy said, looking up as she smiled knowingly. She threw the magazine on the ground and picked up a catalogue that said "Bewitching a Husband: 7 steps."

"Pansy, will you stop touching my neck!" Theodore suddenly said. "I've got to read over my essay. You know how McGonagall is!"

"What are you talking about?" Pansy mumbled, distracted, as she looked at a particularly descriptive picture that showed how to deal with randy husbands.

"I said, stop picking at my neck!" Theodore said, his eyes still on his essay. "I refuse to look at you. You're being juvenile."

Pansy finally looked up. "I'm nowhere near you, Theo. You sure you're feeling OK?"

Theodore looked up. "Wait, if you're there. Then who's behind me?"

He turned his head and was met with a pair of shiny pointy teeth floating in mid-air.

"Wanna feel my fangs?" the teeth said.

"ARGHHHHH! VAMPIRE IN THE DUNGEONS!"

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Author's Note: Ok I think I've gone a little bit whacko with this story.