HARRY IS MAD
"…we will now examine your
horoscopes. I'll be coming around helping and guiding you," Professor Trelawney
said in her usual airy-fairy way.
"Erm…Harry, are you alright?" Ron
peered anxiously into Harry's face.
Harry's drooping eyelids snapped up.
"Uh, where're we? No…oh no…"Harry moaned. Professor Trelawney had spotted him
and she swept over to their table.
"Oh my, your horoscope…It's looks
terrible! As I said, you were born under the dreaded influence of Mars…Raging
enmity…death at an early age…betrayed by whom you consider friends…I have yet
to mention that if you was born in mid-winter, you will find yourself very
unlucky in several ways such as---" Professor Trelawney stared at the horoscope
on Harry's table with a horrified look.
"Professor? This isn't my horoscope,
it's Ron's." Harry interrupted.
Professor Trelawney looked embarrassed
but said again, " Ahhh, my dear, the bad luck is even passed on to the people
closest to you. Okay, class, the lesson will end here, put away your things."
"Harry, you haven't told me what's
wrong with you. You've been acting strangely these few days. Are you okay?" Ron
asked, concerned.
"No…I mean yes, I'm okay," Harry
muttered, staring at the ground.
"Harry, obviously there's something
wrong with you. C'mon, I'm not Hermione, I won't fuss. I'm serious, Harry, you
could go to Madam Pomfrey if your scar is hurting you…"Ron insisted but was cut
off by Harry.
"If you think there's something wrong
with me, and you don't like being with me, just say so, you idiot!" Harry was
shouting at the top of his voice, causing Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan to
look at them in surprise.
" Harry! HARRY! I just found out
something! Professor Lupin…he's back. So is Siri-I mean Snuffles," Hermione
gasped.
"Really? I'm going to see them," Harry
said, smiling for the first time in a few days. He, Hermione and Ron sprinted
down the corridor and ---WHAM! They smashed into Professor Snape.
"Detention, all of you and fifty
points from Gryffindor for running along corridors," Snape said silkily, brushing
dust off his robe.
"Dammit! That stupid git! He made that
rule up! Just our luck running into him," Ron stopped abruptly when Harry took
off again.
The door burst open. What
the---Harry!" Sirius exclaimed
"Sirius!" Harry shouted, throwing
himself into Sirius' arms. When they broke apart, Harry whirled around, "Hi,
Professor Lupin, long time no-oh my god!" Harry said in astonishment, staring
from one to the other. It was unbelievable. Unless his eyes were playing tricks
on him, -no, it couldn't be. It was impossible because standing right in front
of him was two Professor Lupins. They were not dressed in the same robes but
their eyes, skin and hair were the same.
"How…" Harry said weakly as he was
forced to sit down by Sirius. Before Sirius could explain, the door banged open
again.
This time, It was Ron and Hermione
dragging a rather bewildered but older version of Harry. He heard Sirius gasp.
Confused thoughts just overwhelmed
Harry. That man… he looked familiar. Was is his dad? "Nah, it couldn't be, my
dad's dead, murdered by Voldemort. Professor Lupin, Sirius, Ron and Hermione
were confunded by Voldemort? That's why they wanted to kill him. Voldemort…"
Harry thought.
That last
thought about Voldemort drove Harry crazy in a wave of confusion and fury. The
gleam of insanity filled his eyes. He ran out of the room, screaming like a
maniac. . Running up to his dormitory as if a Hungarian Horntail was hot on his
trail, he slammed the door behind him, startling his roommates, Dean and Seamus
who quickly excited the room. Drawing the curtains around his four-poster bed,
he slumped on it with tears rolling down his flustered cheeks.
Harry somehow had lost his nerve- he
couldn't remember who he was or anything. Suddenly, a thought crept into his
mind- Voldemort. He killed his parents and now, Voldemort's after him.
Voldemort controlled Professor Lupin, Sirius, Ron and Hermione. The only way to
protect himself was to kill…them, then kill himself. It was a horrible thought
but something inside his brain was forcing him to do it.
"Harry? Are you—" Before Ron could
finish his question, Harry had his wand pointed at Ron. Ron gave him a 'you're
a weirdo' look before he left the room. The door opened again and this time,
Sirius' anxious face looked in. Harry's blood started to boil again. He didn't
know why he was angry and he didn't care anyway.
"Furnunculus! Expelliarmus! Crucio!"
Harry yelled every curse he could think of. Sirius was on the floor, writhing
in pain and yelling. At last, Harry shouted, "Expecto Patronum!" Instead of a
dazzling white stag, a black skull burst from the tip of his wand. Now, Harry
pointed the wand at himself and was about to curse himself when a brilliant
white light knocked him out.
A/N:
Sorrie if this chapter is confusing. Well, it's suppose to be Harry going
insane, so it's like writing a lotta crazy stuff. Neva mind if you dun
understand, you're not supposed to. Just remember that Harry's mad (well, at
least for the time being). Please r/r! I need to know what you think!
