disclaimer: Yes, I ADMIT IT! I DO ADMIT THAT I DO not OWN HARRY POTTER!! all be owned by the wonderful J.K.R.
warning: oi...how many times have I done this? too many... (takes breath) slash deaths slash language slash dark!evil!harry slash green bunny rabbits and slash (j/k about the bunnies!)
a/n: I love you, my dear reviewers! (blows kisses) I have over 100! I am in shock that my story would be that popular!! thank you! kudos! cookies and milk!
apologies if the last chapter was a little sloppily written – the result of a sugar and caffeine high – so I probably didn't make much sense at points, and had a lot of grammatical errors and etc...sorry! I tried to make this chappie better!
and to...the...StOrY:
Chapter Eleven----Dungeons----
Harry woke up to someone poking him. Cursing, he got up as he realized he had cried himself to sleep, leaning against the stone wall. Turning, he glared at his awakener. "Granger," he snarled, bitterly, ready to kill, "What are you doing here, mudblood." He spat out the last word.
"I went, uh, looking for you when you didn't return last night," she said softly.
"Fuck off, now," the boy replied, venom in his voice as he turned and walked away, glowering at anything in his path. Fucking Neville. How dare he kidnap Dray. Oh, FUCK HIM! he thought, and in his anger, a nearby vase in the corridor exploded. He was not someone to cross right now.
Hermione watched her love stomp away, and shrieked lightly when he exploded the vase without using a wand. Even though he had been acting angry lately, and, well, evil, he seemed particularly upset about something today. Slowly, she followed him to the Great Hall, jumping every time something exploded or burst into flames or smoke. She made sure she stayed a few yards behind the boy.
In the Great Hall, Harry made his way to the empty end of the Gryffindor table. Suddenly the whole table yelped when all of their goblets exploded, except for Harry's.
Harry was not happy through out the day, to say the least. His magic was rippling with fury, to begin with. Only the Slytherins seemed to notice this, and they made sure that they stayed far away from him. The more unfortunate students from other houses though, often had their robes catch on fire unexpectedly, or were thrown backwards. One small Hufflepuff, who had accidentally bumped into Harry, had actually begun to choke as an invisible forced closed tightly around his neck, and Harry just kept walking by, lost in his thoughts of what happened the previous night.
Several students tried to find the source of this phenomenon. It seemed as though only the Slytherins knew Harry was causing this.
----Boys Dorm, end of Day----
Harry sat in bed, dead to the world it seemed. His fury had increased even more, and his magic aura was rippling with such energy that anyone who came within 15 feet of the boy would feel sick, the feeling increasing the closer they got.
Suddenly Harry heard tapping on the window. Averting his gaze to it, he saw an owl. Frowning, he grabbed the owl, and nearly dropped the letter. It was addressed:
To The Dark Lord, Harry Potter
From the Savior
His anger rippled, and he didn't notice that every glass object exploded, and the poor, poor, owl had burst into flames.
He opened the letter, and read with black and red eyes.
Potter,
I fight fire with fire. You killed my Grans, I killed Voldemort.
You killed Ginny.
I killed Draco.
Now, I will kill you. I will defeat you, Harry, for you are the Dark Lord.
Prepare to die. No one messes with the Savior and lives.
NevilleNow, if this had been under different circumstances, Harry would've laughed at Neville's pitiful attempt at writing a threatening letter. However, the circumstances were grim ones, and Harry's magic leaked away.
"NOOOOOOOOO!" Harry screamed, as every breakable object smashed in Hogwarts, and many portraits burst into flames, alarming the residents of the castle.
"NOOOOOOOOO!" Harry screamed as his anger caused Hogwarts to rumble, as though there was an earthquake occurring.
And, "NOOOOOOOOO!" Harry screamed as everyone in the castle became dizzy, and extremely nauseas, many collapsing into a coma, not to awaken for a long time; that is assuming they'd awake at all.
"I will make you suffer, Longbottom," the young Dark Lord said venomously. And with that, all the lights in Hogwarts went out, and rain began to fall as every plant life died (a/n: one reason for plants dying is that Neville loved Herbology. reason 2 is that it just seemed spiffy at the time!) and the castle was shrouded in Darkness.
And with that, warm tears fell down Harry's cheek as he cried for his love.
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The next day, all of Hogwarts residents were sprawled on the floor, surrounded by fellow unconscious pupils and teachers, as well as vomit. Those who were still awake, felt as though the world was spinning, and fumbled around in the darkness.
Up in Gryffindor Tower, one that was awake was Ronald Weasley. He had heard Potter's screams as the strange things happened to Hogwarts.
Getting up off the floor, the Weasel fumbled around the Common Room, tripping and cursing, trying to ignore his dizziness as he looked for the Dorm Staircase. He heard the groaning of fellow students surrounding him, all to weak to move, some unconscious. He heard Lavendar whimpering and vomiting, Seamus groaning as though he were run over by a truck, and some other kids muttering incoherent words as they were in pain. The rest, were in a coma, Ron assumed.
Finally, he reached the familiar stairs. Climbing up, his legs gave away. It was then he felt someone brush weakly past him. "Hermione?" he croaked, before he began retching, feeling weak and too dizzy to get up again. Slowly, what little vision he had left faded, and he fell unconscious.
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Hermione got up weakly, knees threatening to give away, when she heard the red head walk by her. Following him, bumping into objects, and stepping on shards of glass. She almost collapsed, but willed herself to go on. Finally, Ron found the staircase to the Boy's Dorm, and Hermione mustered all of her strength to go up it. She was only vaguely aware that Ron had called out her name before he fainted.
Reaching the top, Hermione felt her sick feeling increase dramatically, and she paused to vomit.
Wiping her mouth, she weakly opened the door, and stumbled inside, letting out a yelp of pain when light reached her eyes. Her yelp caught the boy who was sitting in there's attention, and he turned slowly to her, tear marks on his cheeks. At first, she did not recognize him, then realized it was her Harry, only with black and red eyes.
Stumbling like a drunkard, she made her way towards him, balancing on the bed posts. Stopping in front of him, she sat down, her knees thanking her. He just stared at her, his eyes looking hollow, but angry at the same time.
"Harry," she mumbled weakly. The boy just stared at her, as if not aware she were actually there.
"What did you do?" she asked, her vertigo getting worse. But still, the boy just stared. It was then she noticed the letter lying on the table. She picked it up, and read, despite the carsick feeling she got. Gulping back the vomit, she turned to Harry again.
"You're the Dark Lord?" she accused, forgetting about how sick she was feeling as she stood up quickly.
The boy stared.
"Oh Harry, why? It was that horrible Draco Malfoy, wasn't it," she screeched, trying to push away the sickness.
Well, that got a reaction.
A spark lit in Harry's eyes, and he slowly rose and faced Hermione, his magic aura sparking tiny lightning bolts. The girl gulped, regretting what she just said.
"Don't. Ever. Insult. Draco," the boy hissed. Hermione felt the vertigo increase, and she could no longer ignore it, as the world began spinning rapidly, and her eyes began rolling this way and that. The nausea took over her, and she fell back down to the ground, leaning against the bedside table.
(a/n: next scene ?might? be semi-gruesome?)
"Please, Harry...I l-l-love you," the bushy haired girl croaked, seeing double images. Harry's anger rose, and suddenly, Hermione screamed as her ribs suddenly snapped like twigs. The room crackled as lightning bolts darted about, making the air ice cold. Hermione literally couldn't move, and she felt pressure squeeze her body. She felt as her head began to throb due to the pressure, and some of her veins popped. Her nose began to bleed, and after what seemed like an eternity, the mudblood's brain burst, causing immediate death.
(a/n: end of ?gruesome? scene)
Harry looked at the lifeless body of the mudblood, not feeling any emotion. Glaring coldly around the room, he waved his hand, which caused all of his belongings to gather in his trunk, and his trunk shrunk and Harry pocketed it.
Without a backwards glance, Harry muttered the Ancient Magic transportation spell, this time not even becoming slightly exhausted. In a millisecond, he was gone from the now ruined Hogwarts Castle.
As the spell prepared to take him to a destination, Harry raised his hand. Suddenly, the world stopped rushing by, and he was in a place that was dark, with a gazillion amount of bright lights scattered here and there. If Harry were to touch one of these lights, he would immediately be transported to the place connected to the light. Every place in Earth had a light connector, and each light was like a window. When one looked at them, they saw little snippets of what was going on at, to say, the other end. Usually, the spell automatically connects the traveler to the correct light, but since Harry didn't know where the "Savior" of the wizarding world was, he would have to do this the long way.
Not having much patience, Harry murmured another Ancient Magic spell, one that tracks someone, solely made for this purpose. A blue light appeared in front of Harry, who in turn touched it. The world spun rapidly, and soon Harry saw himself standing in front of a specific white light. Peering into it, he saw Neville sitting in front of a fireplace, writing.
Without a second thought, Harry touched the light, his lightning bolts sparking every which way.
And after all this Ancient Magic, he was still alive, and didn't feel the tiniest bit drowsy.
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Iviana: Hmmm...is drakie actually dead??? muahahahahaha
Miku: wow...harry's getting very powerful. I'd watch out if I were Neville – powerful dark lord, no, correction, extremely pissed off powerful dark lord, coming after him!
Harry: (sings drunkenly) Nooooooo body knoooooows the troubles I've seen...
Iviana: (sigh) Ever since I wrote this chapter, harry's been getting drunk, and has been singing weird songs. I think he's depressed...
Miku: I think it's funny!
Iviana: you would, wouldn't you?
Harry: (hums) I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts...
a/n:
You all are ready to chase after me with torches and pitchforks now, aren't you??
(sighs) thought so. well, even though all of you probably detest me and want to tar and feather me, please review, for reviews make the world go BOOM!
Is Draco Malfoy really dead? you wonder.
maybe...maybe not...(laughs evilly, yet nervously)
soooo, i wonder how long it will take that angry mob with the pitchforks and torches to form.... ;;
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