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A.N. This story is getting along now. A bit smoother. Anyway, do please excuse me for putting out too many unanswered questions.
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Something pulsed within the castle. Something dark and sinister. Something that wanted to be free. Something that wanted to kill.
Harry opened his eyes to a dark world. All around him, the power known as Phalexix pulsed. As Harry listened to the mystical and almost oceanic sounds of the living power, he began to see a picture of what was happening in the castle.
A demon resided there. No. Something like a demon. Something dark and dangerous, but not another demon.
He would have to find this entity. See where their loyalties lay, then, if the dark creature was willing for Phalexix to enter, he would be trained.
He?
Harry shifted through the power once more, and then nodded.
It was defiantly male.
As the power pulsed once again, Harry suddenly felt a jolt of familiarity. It was someone… or something he knew.
Suddenly, the strange familiar power swarmed his senses. It crowded his vision, and filled his mind. It was close. Then, suddenly, he awoke.
The power died down, and all but disappeared. It was hiding again.
Harry slowly opened his eyes, and then quickly shut them. Sunlight was shining on his eyes, giving him a terrible headache.
Suddenly, he heard a very familiar voice talking to him.
Where was he? The halls weren't so light.
Then, it all came back. He was in Hogwarts again. All because of that blasted Dumbledore.
Then, who was talking to him?
Ron. It was Ron. His old friend.
As Harry groggily sat up, and faced the voice, his vision slowly came back.
Ron was the only boy left in the dorms and he was trying to get Harry down for breakfast.
Harry sluggishly pulled on some clothes and followed Ron down the stairs, when he bumped into Hermione.
A sudden flare of power quickly awoke him up completely.
As he slowly scanned her power, he confirmed that the dangerous being was not Hermione.
However, as he slowly filtered in her magical capabilities and stores, he noticed something rather unsettling. Her powers were far beyond the normal wizarding capabilities.
"Er, Harry?"
Harry suddenly snapped back to reality. Hermione and Ron were both staring at him a bit strangely, but this time, they didn't bother asking questions.
After a moment silence, Hermione cleared her throat.
"Er, we better be getting down. We're getting our schedules today."
The three climbed out of the portrait hole, and slowly, a conversation started. By the time they got to the great hall, at was as if they had never been separated.
They were talking about the curse of the DADA post, when suddenly, Ron snacked into someone, and the two went sprawling.
As they looked to see who it was, the person snorted.
"Watch where you're going Weasley. Don't want anything unfortunate happening, do we?"
Draco Malfoy picked himself off the floor, and dusted his robed off.
As he looked up, he smirked as he caught sight of Harry.
"Oh, look. Potter's back in school. Did the teachers have to drag you out of hiding? Spend time cowering under your bed?"
To everyone's surprise, Harry now sported a smirk mirroring the one on Malfoy's face.
When he spoke, his voice was low and dangerous. His eyes had become almost black.
"My my my. Malfoy. You seem to have to grown a bit more stupid over the last year. Did you let Voldemort fuck you up?"
By now, quite a few people were watching this display. Draco Malfoy, so angry that he was shacking, Harry Potter, cool, calm, and dangerous.
"You better watch yourself Potter. The Dark Lord's going to come knocking at your door soon enough and we'll see that true Gryffindor bravery soon enough, won't we. Like your parents displayed theirs before they died."
Harry seemed to glide as he moved forward, quickly getting in Malfoy's face.
"Aww. Now running off to dear old Tommy boy with your troubles?"
His words sounded like a purr, a dangerous one.
"Well, tell him that I look forward to our meeting. Can't wait to remove that pain in the ass a soon as possible."
He turned away, and started for the doors again, when he stopped, and turned.
"And funny you should mention my parents when your own dad wets himself whenever the name Voldemort comes up in a sentence."
At this, Draco seemed to snap. Forgetting his wand, forgetting his magic, he leapt at Potter, arms swinging, shouting something unfathomable.
Suddenly, without warning, Harry turned, and caught Draco's neck, stopping his movement and choking him.
"You don't want to pick a fight with me Malfoy. I'm more powerful than you can ever imagine, and you, my dear friend, are very high on my death list.
The words hissed out as Harry tightened his hold on Draco's neck.
Then, throwing Malfoy backwards, Harry turned, making his way into the great hall, Hermione and Ron following behind.
Crabbe and Goyle, who had materialized by this time, were helping their fallen leader stand, too stupid to ask what had happened.
Only the death glare Malfoy now sported gave any insight to the incident that had just taken place.
The golden trio was now laughing, seating themselves at the Gryffindor table, not a seeming care in the world.
None of the teachers knew what had happened, and were shooting curious glances at the raven haired teenager. They didn't understand why he was so cheerful all of a sudden, but something scared them.
Dumbledore looked worried as he saw the dark glint of steel in Harry's eyes, even as he laughed and talked to his friends.
McGonagall, catching the worried expression, looked over at the boy, wondering how someone like Potter could become so malicious and corrupt. Even his two best friends seemed to be frightened of him.
Something was amiss. Something Minerva did not like. It sent chills down her spine, and she could almost swear there was something laughing evilly.
Phalexix swirled around in its dark world, laughing at the frightened aurora of the deputy headmistress.
As it laughed to itself, something along the lines of "BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHA", it felt the all too familiar of a user, calling for it to aid him in some magic.
The power surged as it grew, then hid itself, waiting. Waiting for the right moment to reveal to the world his power.
As it lay hidden, pulsing like a beating heart, it watched.
Watched those foolish wand waving morons go about their daily lives, knowing that soon, all would be disrupted.