Sorry for the long update the plot is developing so if you want to read the next chapter then pls review, Also great thanks to musicalmonk17 who is my Beta reader.

Harry woke up in the morning, he could hear voices down stairs. It sounded like Hermione but it was too soft to make out what she was saying. Harry dressed quickly and headed down to the common room.

Hermione, Ron, Fred and George sat in a corner, deep in their conversation. As Harry approached Ron looked up and gave a loud cough. Everyone turned towards Harry and gave him a huge smile.

Hermione rushed up and hugged Harry while Fred and George slapped him on the back.

"Good morning Harry. Wow you sure slept in today!" Fred said while giving George a wink, then they both left the common room.

"Where are they off to?" Harry asked Ron who was shoving his quill inside his bag.

"No idea. Come on Harry, we'd better hurry up or all the breakfast will be gone (by the time we get there)," Ron replied pushing Harry out of the common room.

They walked down the empty hallway; most of the students were already in the great hall, leaving the place like a ghost school, their footsteps echoing inside the building.

"So, did you have a good night sleep (last night) Harry?" Ron asked

"Yeah, slept like a baby, because I know that this year is going to be great for some reason; I just know it," Harry said looking at the ground.

Ron cleared his throat and looked extremely nervous; Harry could see some sweat rolling down his forehead.

They entered the great hall, and as they opened the door they were hit by a wave of noise. The teachers were already sitting at the high table; amongst them was Mrs.Weasley, who gave them a huge wave.

It wasn't until Harry and Ron made their way to the Gryffindor table that Harry noticed Hermione wasn't with them. "Where in the world did Hermione go?" Harry asked Ron, who was looking more nervous by the minute.

"I think she has, um, gone to get the new time table from Professor McGonagall," Ron said looking at his hands.

"You're a terrible liar Ron. Do you think I'm STUPID? Where the HELL is Hermione?" With each word Harry could feel his voice grow louder, and he knew that everyone was looking in his direction. Some first years broke down into tears and run out of the room, while much older students looked at their friends nervously.

Mrs. Weasley and Dumbledore rushed down to Harry.

"Back to your breakfast everyone," Said Dumbledore with his hands held up high to try and restore order. "Professor Snape, could you kindly see that the first years are ok?"

"Of course headmaster," Snape replied and walked off quickly keeping his eyes on Harry as he passed.

"Harry dear, is everything alright?" Mrs. Weasley asked gently.

"Yeah, everything is fine. I don't know what just happened. I guess I need to have some time alone," Harry replied as rushed out the door before others could ask him anymore questions. The thing is he didn't know what was happening to him. It wasn't like him to get upset over such small thing. Harry walked to the common room with his head down.

Harry reached the portrait and said the password, "Squishy food."

The fat lady didn't open up. "Wrong password," she replied.

"What? What do you mean 'wrong password'?" Harry said, his anger rising again.

"Please get the correct password and come back later." The Fat Lady spoke in the same flat tone as before.

Harry shuffled though his hair, and paced around the hallway.

"I need to get in there NOW! Open up! You know I'm a Gryffindor. I've been in one for five years!" Harry shouted. It was the second time in one day that he lost his temper. Harry pulled out his wand and pointed it at the fat lady.

"Open up in three second or you can kiss your ass goodbye."

"That's not the correct password," The fat lady said again. She didn't think Harry would have enough guts to go through with it.

"One!"

"Wrong password."

"Two!"

"I will not open." The Fat Lady said; she sounded less confident this time.

"See you in hell then!" Harry said as he raised his wand above his head and…

the fat lady swung open.

"Harry! What do you think you are doing?" Hermione exclaimed as she stepped out of the common room.

"I tried to get in, but the stupid painting said I got the wrong password. So I was about to blast my way in then you came out, and…" Now that Harry thought about it, it did sound stupid to blast his way in; he would be expelled for sure.

"Did you have breakfast yet?" Hermione asked as she grabbed his arm and dragged him away from the common room.

"Yes, I already did. Why was the password changed?" Harry asked as he followed behind Hermione.

"Oh my gosh! I'm really late for my morning class. Ask Dumbledore or McGonagall about the password. I gotta run! See you later Harry!" Hermione ran down the hall and disappeared.

Harry couldn't go back to the Great Hall, it would just be too embarrassing for him, so instead he headed towards the library. Maybe there were some books in there about the book he found last night; it was like nothing he ever read before. It contained spells, and potions, but they weren't just any spells. What was weird about the book is that the spells were so complicated that he would bet even Hermione wouldn't know how to do them. The other thing that amazed him were the effects of those spells. One particular spell that interested him the most was a summoning spell; which in all his years he'd never heard of before. On the page, was a picture of a demon. He still couldn't forget that picture; it had seemed so alive that it felt like it was staring back at him. Its bright yellow eyes glowed with power, 30 foot wings flapped on both side, and the demon held an axe in both hands. He had to learn that spell; it could be the only way to defeat Voldermort. He couldn't wait to find out what the rest of the book held.

Harry entered the library and headed straight towards the spells section. Harry started to look though the titles of books, when one caught his eyes: "History of Most dangerous spells."

Harry pulled it off the shelf and settled in a corner where he began to read.

Harry stopped reading; thoughts rushing into his head.

"It was said almost 1000 years ago, that a number of spells were created (to aid mankind), but its creators soon realized that the spells were too dangerous. They were too powerful for any one wizard to control. So they were locked in a book where they would never see the light of day again. The ancient wizards placed a curse on the book; a curse that would drive anyone mad at the sight of these spells, unless that person who reads the spells had enough power to control them. It is rumored that some of the spells summoned terrible creatures, and that some have effects so gruesome, they could only be imagined in one's worst nightmare."

What if the book in his room contained these spells that made the world tremble before it's power? The picture of the demon came back to his mind again. If he could somehow master it, then Voldermort would fall like a insect! Voldermort would be nothing; and the name of Harry Potter would be known to muggles and wizard-kind alike. All those who stand in his way shall perish…

And somewhere in the castle, a strange force begins to stir. It senses it's master, and it waits in darkness, until the day it will be finally unleashed.