Harry was not aware of releasing George, all he knew was that a second later George was sprinting towards Malfoy. He had completely forgotten that all the teachers were watching: all he wanted to do was cause Malfoy as much pain as possible;
He felt something. Something mind blasting and powerful, surging in his veins. Harry felt parts of his insides breaking and burning as raw rage and power slopped around within him. His pulse quickened, like a sledgehammer slamming into a steel plate over and over again. Harry's head rocked backwards, and he screamed into the heavens.
"Ha HAAAAAAA...!!"
There was a thunderclap, as if Thor himself were stomping on the ground wearing a mighty mailed boot. People fell away from Harry Potter as power radiated off of him in the same way hurricanes 'whip a bit of a light breeze around'.
Draco Malfoy realized, for the first time in his pathetic, worthless life - that he might have finally gone much too far.
Harry Potter stood on the Quidditch pitch, glowing like some sort of vengeful god. White bolts of energy arced off his now darkened form, scoring dark furrows in the turf, the burning smell of grass and ozone assaulting the senses of everyone present.
He screamed, and kept on screaming. Filled with rage and frustration, Harry started floating off the ground, wrapped in a column of white hot energy. Convulsing in the middle of it, the lightning started striking harder and faster - only barely missing the spectators. Everyone on the pitch started running, yelling for people to take cover.
"MALFOOOOOY!!"
Harry's howl of rage erupted from the center of the maelstrom, freezing the Malfoy heir in place. Draco had just enough time to turn to face the force he himself had provoked and unleashed.
The first white arc of power snapped through the air from where Harry was floating, carbon black inside the column of electrical discharge. It caught Malfoy, full body, hitting him with the force of a meteor from space. A rather large meteor.
SLAM!
The bolt of energy didn't seem to end. It reared up and slammed the blonde haired teen again and again.
SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! SLAM!
The ground was shaking with each impact, driving Draco further into the blackened, scorched crater. Each blow picked him back up, and then drove him into the firmament with terrifying force. It was obvious to anyone observing that the boy had been crushed to death after the initial impact, that the subsequent hits had been nothing more than tempestuous release.
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Sinking to his knees, smoke wafting very gently from his supine form, Harry Potter took a moment to catch his breath. Gripping the dried and dessicated grass and ground, he remained there for a moment. Now he could feel it. That electricity he'd always wondered about. The heady feeling of rapture that came each time he tapped into his rage. Seems that for some reason, he'd always been sort of 'blocked off' from a full connection with it. This time, however, Draco had just kept pushing and pushing.
He was thankful for it, quite honestly - he felt like he'd put down a burden he never known he had been carrying. Coming slowly to his feet, he looked around. The pitch had been burned and damaged terribly in his primordial rage. All told, he didn't feel the least bit tired - and he was well aware of why that was. Even now, he could still feel the power that was his to command racing through him, singing and vibrating along every one of his nerves.
"Potter!"
Madam Hooch, as the closest 'adult' to the whole event was pointing a wand, albeit very shakily, at him.
"Yes ma'am?" Harry's wand was still in the forearm sheath he'd taken to keeping it in. His Quidditch outfit was spattered with dirt and grime, but he was otherwise in perfect health and dry as a bone. Everyone was keeping a very far distance from him, fear obvious in their eyes.
Professor McGonagall recovered her composure and approached the raven haired boy warily.
"Come with me, Mister Potter."
Harry giggled a bit to himself as he stood his ground. "What's the matter, Professor? Never seen anyone ascend to his godhead before?"
The older woman fainted dead away, hitting the ground with a muted thump as nobody else made any motion to help her.
"What?"
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