Sorry this is so late. I'm just a lazy creature of the night, ect. I suppose you could blame it on writers block because to be honest that great plot idea I had turned to shit or more accurately I was half way into it and everyone died before I even finish one chapter. It was fun to write but I had to think up another plot entirely. It really sucked. Sorry for the delay, hope you like this chapter, it was a bitch to write.

The Darkness That Dreams Are Made Of
The Devil's Joy

Morning found us and the air was filled with tension and the bitter fumes of anger still remained, alighted by the new sent of fear and uncertainty. The halls were silent and portraits were all empty. An echo of whispers drifted through the stone work which became louder as you neared the dining hall.

Harry and Draco had spent the better part of the night…talking. Both were extremely tired and irritable. They had been thinking and decided on something. Something larger and greater then most would wish to believe or expect of them.

You see, magic itself, has no qualities either suited for good or evil, magic is what it used for and in what the person that uses it. Magic, however, also has this nasty habit of, twisting, things. All it take is one tiny fragment of a thought or idea, one dark idea and magic will spin and magnify itself through that shard and you will be engulfed in darkness, or light. Magic…is one of Destiny's pets and usually it obeys her will but, magic has a strange sense of humor and loves twist Destiny's own plans for the future when her back is turned.

Perhaps this time, Destiny has looked away far too long. Many things have happened, many meetings and occurrences, that should not have. The devil dances in glee and Destiny's brother Fate shakes his head in dismay for many things indeed have gone awry. So, what the hell is she doing? Excellent question…

Harry and Draco walked calmly into the dining hall where, it seemed all the other students and teachers had already gathered. Waiting for them. Many of the students, held fear in their eyes, others dismay or anger. The teachers faces were dark and their eyes held a serious, cold expressions. The air reeked of unspent tensions, felt stagnant and uncomfortably dry.

Dumbledore strode forward glancing between the two who now stood in the center of the room. In his hands he clutched his wand more tightly then Harry had ever seen before and he looked at Draco like he was a bad taste in the mouth. He looked at Harry with sympathy and, understanding? Harry bristled slightly towards him and stepped back. Something in the air bode ill.

A startled cry from the amassed pulled all attentions to the struggling figure pushing its way through the crowd. Until a bedraggled Hermione pushed her way out.

"Harry, I told Dumbldore everything, I know Ron was right! This isn't you! You're under some spell, I know it! Poor Ron…"

She fell to the ground, collapsed. Dumbledore nodded and aimed his wand at Draco. Muttering a series of spells, paralyzing, binding and put Draco into a deep enchanted slumber before Harry could even think to react. Proscrit hissed violently and dropped to the floor where he coiled in front Harry. Dumbledore frowned slightly at Draco's still form and turned his head to look at Harry.

"Don't worry, my boy. Soon we'll free you of the enchantment but, for now, Draco will be sent to Azkaban, to receive the Dementors kiss immediately."

There was a soft pop and Draco was gone. That single moment seemed to drag out forever and then, the dam broke.

"You Bastard!" Harry seethed. His entire being trembled with anger and magic overflowed from him, shining on the edges and changing. His magic was changing, from a silver white to a black that could shame to gods of hell. It licked at the floor and traveled along Harry's frame like cold fire. Harry's eyes lost their light and you were reminded of Fate's eyes and endless black nothingness. Harry raised a single finger and pointed it at all those in front of him.

"I am. You are wrong. You are not allowed to control me or my destiny! I am and this is mine! No longer will I tolerate this fucking bullshit! If you cannot except my choices for my own future then I will take mine and yours. I can no longer accept this. Let me go or I will kill you all!"

People screamed and whimpered, Harry had become something that to them was no longer human, and they were afeared.

Dumbledore stepped forward, "This has gone too far, Harry! I'm sorry…stupif…"

"No." Harry murmured softly and the black flame surrounding his body flew from his hand, covering Proscrit still curled upon the floor. Proscrit grew. Until his head was larger then a human and his body seemed to fill the center of the room. He glistened like satin death, a hiss exposed fangs that could sever a human in two. And Proscrit laughed, a stream of short hisses that sent shivers up the spine. A long dark tongue flickered out and tasted those amassed in front of it. Several spells shot out from the crowd in an effort to stop or disspell the serpent but to no avail, as the spells seemed to be absorbed into him.

"This is, my basilisk and would do best not to try and escape or harm him further. You see, he isn't very fond wizards, or anything for that matter, and I doubt he needs much of an excuse to just, kill you all. Listen to me Proscrit, keep them here, all of them. Kill anyone who steps out of line. I'm going for Draco."

And Harry was gone.

TBC! ( I hope)

Thankies-

Lupin in the sky with diamonds- I don't mind if you read it. I just don't want to know about it. There are some things you write and never want to hear criticism directly from you r friends kind of thing. Especially with something like my Christmas Special. Embarrassing. I hope that the whole magic identity crisis thing was all sorted out in this chapter. Although to be honest Harry said that magic wasn't good or evil but implied that truth was evil. I don't know, I was in an odd mood that day. I'm in an odd mood now, and everyday to be honest. I think I'm loosing it. This chapter just doesn't seem…something…I think I'm loosing it…(wait, never mind, already lost it)

Grath Longfletch- no more sugar for you! I think you've read way too many slash stories. Maybe you should start taking a nap everyday at noon after lunch in a cool dark room. That review was just a little too scary for me.

twistedlif3000- I'm glad you're happy. I just like killing people. Want to know a secret? It wasn't originally Rita, it started out to be Dumbledore but I decided to change it seeing as I still needed Dumbledore for this chapter not to mention the fact that when the time comes I want Dumbledore to die nice and slow. I already know exactly where in my new plot to kill him too. I just like killing people I geuss. At least I do it through writing instead of a more, literal, manner.

Ladyblondhair-I'm glad you liked the Christmas present…I'm not writing another, too much physiological damage as it is.

Grey Malfoy and Darragh Tieraneux ('cause your reviews are really similar) - Let's see I've killed Ron and Rita that only leaves…everyone else to kill. Well, not everyone but just about. I can't think off the top of my head who I wouldn't kill. Wait…Harry and Draco…that's it I think. Yes I'd like to kill everyone else but them.

Jalee- Evil is so much fun. I just adore it. And there is much, much more too come. Evil is addictive in the way sugar is. Just a little too much and you exsplode and bounce off the walls and drive everyone crazy, 'cept with evil it's a lot more…evil and there's fear and other stuff. And death come to all those not remembering Proscrit! He appears in chapters 3, 6, 14, 22, and this one. Right. Um…I'll be shutting up now, sorry…