Chapter 3
Dobby left Harry sitting in the cage, rocking back and forth, his eyes wild. He does not like to be caged. After an intense hour of chewing his fingernails and clawing at the floor, Harry saw Dobby coming back. He stood up and started shrieking like a monkey, Dobby backed away a bit and motioned to a tall, darkly dressed person behind him. The person stood in the light of a window, illuminating his glasses and very baldhead. Harry stared in amazement.
"Its Buddha…"
He whispered, whipping out his knife. The person was actually a psychiatrist but ignored Harry's stupid talk.
"So, You're Harry Potter?"
"...I think." Harry replied.
"Mmm-hmmm. So, What's wrong Harry? Is something bothering you?"
"I only killed, like, 23 people! there's no way in hell something is wrong with me, Buddha!"
The psychiatrist looked at him skeptically and got up.
"I'll come back tomorrow, when he's calmed down."
Dobby watched him go, but ran screaming when Harry started aiming a throwing knife at him.
Harry spent the night in the cage muttering "no blood today, no blood today."
Harry, unfortunately had farting and masturbating problems, so sleeping in a cage wasn't paradise for him. Harry had his right had on his crotch and his other on his trusty knife. Now, some demon has entered the same chamber. Strangely, this demon can travel in dreams.
"Heh…let's see what Icky Harry is dreaming"
Soon as the demon did. He saw Harry dancing with his knife in a cloudy area. Faeries and cute cuddly bears were dancing as well. Soon, Harry used the knife to chop of each bear's head and ass. Then, using his wand, he made a spell for Blood to rain down. Then he slashed everything in sight. Harry wore a crazy-but-evil smirk and cackled.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! Such gore too horrid for the eye!"
Soon enough, the demon exploded. The dead demon was, indeed, Freddy Crouger. Harry woke up. He was smiling about tall the blood around his cage.
Soon, he was hauled out of the cage by a man in white, and brought back into the psychiatrist's office. The man swiveled around to face Harry.
" So...Harry" he began. "I think you need some medication…"
He held out his hand, and Harry looked up into his reflection in 'Buddha's' sunglasses and shiny bald head. 'Buddha' opened his palm.
"The red pill, or the blue one, Harry?"
Harry stared blankly.
"It comes in to colors." explained 'Buddha'.
Harry chose red. it reminded him of the lovely blood....
"Alright then!" said 'Buddha'. "Let's talk, Harry, How do you feel about your parents?"
Harry looked thoughtful.
"My dead ones? I like them"
Of course, he liked anything thatwas dead. 'Buddha' wrote something on his notepad. Harry picked his nose.Finally, 'Buddha' looked up.
"So, Harry. I hear you've done some...bad things. Not that you're bad Harry, but sometimes good people do bad things…"
Harry spoke up. "Erm. Yeah. Whatever. Can I kill something now?"
He whined. "I want my kniiiiife.…"
'Buddha' sighed and stuffed some red pills in Harry's mouth. Before passing out, Harry dreamed that he fell down a rabbit hole and killed a big-ass rabbit.
Harry woke up hours later after having many dreams of himself in drag. He looked around and didn't know where he was, he reached for his trusty knife to find it missing! He screeched like a crazed monkey and bounced around the walls, yelling curses and telling 'Buddha' that he would kill him good.
Dobby walked into the room, unafraid now that Harry didn't have his knife.
Dobby smiled and said, "Harry potter must calm down, He must get better!"
Harry leapt for Dobby, killing instincts on high. He ripped and tore and bit, clawing at Dobby until he collapsed, his eyes gored out along with his heart, Harry, bloody on the hands and mouth, went in search of his knife. Once he was outside, he thought he saw something in the distances kept walking until he saw that it was 'Buddha', standing in a stream of light, his bald head twinkling.
Dobby left Harry sitting in the cage, rocking back and forth, his eyes wild. He does not like to be caged. After an intense hour of chewing his fingernails and clawing at the floor, Harry saw Dobby coming back. He stood up and started shrieking like a monkey, Dobby backed away a bit and motioned to a tall, darkly dressed person behind him. The person stood in the light of a window, illuminating his glasses and very baldhead. Harry stared in amazement.
"Its Buddha…"
He whispered, whipping out his knife. The person was actually a psychiatrist but ignored Harry's stupid talk.
"So, You're Harry Potter?"
"...I think." Harry replied.
"Mmm-hmmm. So, What's wrong Harry? Is something bothering you?"
"I only killed, like, 23 people! there's no way in hell something is wrong with me, Buddha!"
The psychiatrist looked at him skeptically and got up.
"I'll come back tomorrow, when he's calmed down."
Dobby watched him go, but ran screaming when Harry started aiming a throwing knife at him.
Harry spent the night in the cage muttering "no blood today, no blood today."
Harry, unfortunately had farting and masturbating problems, so sleeping in a cage wasn't paradise for him. Harry had his right had on his crotch and his other on his trusty knife. Now, some demon has entered the same chamber. Strangely, this demon can travel in dreams.
"Heh…let's see what Icky Harry is dreaming"
Soon as the demon did. He saw Harry dancing with his knife in a cloudy area. Faeries and cute cuddly bears were dancing as well. Soon, Harry used the knife to chop of each bear's head and ass. Then, using his wand, he made a spell for Blood to rain down. Then he slashed everything in sight. Harry wore a crazy-but-evil smirk and cackled.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! Such gore too horrid for the eye!"
Soon enough, the demon exploded. The dead demon was, indeed, Freddy Crouger. Harry woke up. He was smiling about tall the blood around his cage.
Soon, he was hauled out of the cage by a man in white, and brought back into the psychiatrist's office. The man swiveled around to face Harry.
" So...Harry" he began. "I think you need some medication…"
He held out his hand, and Harry looked up into his reflection in 'Buddha's' sunglasses and shiny bald head. 'Buddha' opened his palm.
"The red pill, or the blue one, Harry?"
Harry stared blankly.
"It comes in to colors." explained 'Buddha'.
Harry chose red. it reminded him of the lovely blood....
"Alright then!" said 'Buddha'. "Let's talk, Harry, How do you feel about your parents?"
Harry looked thoughtful.
"My dead ones? I like them"
Of course, he liked anything thatwas dead. 'Buddha' wrote something on his notepad. Harry picked his nose.Finally, 'Buddha' looked up.
"So, Harry. I hear you've done some...bad things. Not that you're bad Harry, but sometimes good people do bad things…"
Harry spoke up. "Erm. Yeah. Whatever. Can I kill something now?"
He whined. "I want my kniiiiife.…"
'Buddha' sighed and stuffed some red pills in Harry's mouth. Before passing out, Harry dreamed that he fell down a rabbit hole and killed a big-ass rabbit.
Harry woke up hours later after having many dreams of himself in drag. He looked around and didn't know where he was, he reached for his trusty knife to find it missing! He screeched like a crazed monkey and bounced around the walls, yelling curses and telling 'Buddha' that he would kill him good.
Dobby walked into the room, unafraid now that Harry didn't have his knife.
Dobby smiled and said, "Harry potter must calm down, He must get better!"
Harry leapt for Dobby, killing instincts on high. He ripped and tore and bit, clawing at Dobby until he collapsed, his eyes gored out along with his heart, Harry, bloody on the hands and mouth, went in search of his knife. Once he was outside, he thought he saw something in the distances kept walking until he saw that it was 'Buddha', standing in a stream of light, his bald head twinkling.