Chapter 5
The Other Evil
Harry stayed standing. Harry looked into Max's light blue eyes. All Harry saw in Max's eyes were hate and anger. Max took out a wand and pointed it at Harry's chest.
"You don't know how long I have waited for this moment Harry." Max said in his cold voice. Harry shivered. "Ever sense I have known you were the last real Gryffindor I have been tracking you down."
"Why?" Harry managed to say. Max smiled by this. Harry didn't know why but he knew that his answer was evil. At this moment Harry was looking at his feet. Max started to reply when Harry looked at him.
"Harry, you might find this hard to believe but I was in Gryffindor like yourself. Unlike you I wasn't special. I was never recognized for doing anything. Then when I was in my 6th year I heard that there was a real Gryffindor left. I thought it was a miracle. This is what I always wanted to be. A person that was appreciated. So for the rest of my school year I prayed. Then the next year. I prayed until I heard that you, Harry Potter, were the last real Gryffindor. It broke my heart. I had never felt that sad in my life. I was just about to throw my life away until I heard about Dark Magic. I heard that Dark Magic could make my dream come true. Then I found out that all I needed was some blood from the one Gryffindor...."
Harry stared at Max. Max started as a regular kid with a dream and then turned into an evil madman. He was in Gryffindor...how could that be true? He used Dark Magic...it sounds as if a Slytherin made it up. But there was a question that was in Harry's mind at the moment that couldn't be moved. If Max wanted him...then when he stunned Sirius why didn't he take him then?
"Ah, that is a good question. I would have taken you and done the Dark Magic but then Lucius Malfoy appeared. He saw what I did and told the Dark Lord. I almost had you but no matter, I have you now." Max said. Harry's mind was racing. Max was like Malfoy. He could read peoples thoughts.
"Harry you are right. I am like Malfoy and I am not. I am of course, a mind reader. So is Malfoy as you already know but I don't think you know that Voldemort is a mind reader also." Max flinched and then continued," I see that you are very smart for your age. I was the worst at everything, a lot like that Neville that you know..."
Harry couldn't believe it. Voldemort was a mind reader. That meant that Harry couldn't think around anyone. It was as if he was in one big mind trap. Everyone that was bad that wanted to kill him or use him was a mind reader. I was unsafe to think.
Harry couldn't take it anymore. He had to move. Harry took a step back and fell down on the bed. Max didn't do anything except move closer to Harry and gave him that evil stare.
" You are still very confused but scared. Your scared...finally...now I can do my Dark Magic!" Max said with an evil smile. Max walked over to Harry and grabbed his arm. Harry shivered. Max's touch and skin was like ice.
Harry was forced up by Max and was dragged to a corner in the room. Max slammed Harry in the corner. Harry felt as if his back was broken. Max let go of Harry and took out a knife. He forced Harry to stay still by dropping his wand and stabbed Harry in the neck.
The pain was horrible. Harry started to scream but Max dropped the knife and covered Harry's mouth. Harry continued to yell but it was blocked off by Max's hand. Max took his other hand and picked up his wand. Then he put it away and took out a potion bottle. He put it to Harry's neck and waited until the bottle was filled with blood.
Max took his hand off of Harry's mouth and walked away. Harry was trying to yell but no sound came out. Harry looked to see what Max was doing. Max was over by the bed with his wand out and the bottle to his lips. The bottle was empty.
Harry's stomach lurched. Max had drunken his blood. Max looked at Harry in the eye and pointed his wand at Harry.
" Darkest moon, brightest sun, I wish one thing and it will be done. I took and stole the blood of my foe. I took it and drunk it slow. I wish to have his powers and his soul. I took it into a bowl. I mixed it with my evil powers with his powers and made me a new soul. I shall turn evil and praise, I will be thankful every DAY!" Max said and then a maroon light came from the end of his wand and went straight towards Harry.
When the light hit Harry he felt a new pain that he had never felt before. He yelled and he heard himself. His voice was back. Harry closed his eyes and yelled at the top of his lungs.
The pain stopped abruptly. Harry stopped yelling and opened his eyes. Harry saw Max's shoes. Harry didn't realize that he had fallen to the floor. Harry got up and looked at Max.
Max looked stronger and healthier. He looked at Harry and smiled. " How did that feel Harry? Was it painful I hope?" Max asked rudely. "I am so powerful and so evil! I am a real Gryffindor but soon I will be the last real Gryffindor..." Max finished.
Harry's scar started to hurt and he dropped to the floor and put his hands over his face. Harry could hear another voice, which wasn't Max.
"Oh really." the cold, high-pitched voice said. Harry took his hand off his face with his scar still hurting and looked into the face of Voldemort.
The Other Evil
Harry stayed standing. Harry looked into Max's light blue eyes. All Harry saw in Max's eyes were hate and anger. Max took out a wand and pointed it at Harry's chest.
"You don't know how long I have waited for this moment Harry." Max said in his cold voice. Harry shivered. "Ever sense I have known you were the last real Gryffindor I have been tracking you down."
"Why?" Harry managed to say. Max smiled by this. Harry didn't know why but he knew that his answer was evil. At this moment Harry was looking at his feet. Max started to reply when Harry looked at him.
"Harry, you might find this hard to believe but I was in Gryffindor like yourself. Unlike you I wasn't special. I was never recognized for doing anything. Then when I was in my 6th year I heard that there was a real Gryffindor left. I thought it was a miracle. This is what I always wanted to be. A person that was appreciated. So for the rest of my school year I prayed. Then the next year. I prayed until I heard that you, Harry Potter, were the last real Gryffindor. It broke my heart. I had never felt that sad in my life. I was just about to throw my life away until I heard about Dark Magic. I heard that Dark Magic could make my dream come true. Then I found out that all I needed was some blood from the one Gryffindor...."
Harry stared at Max. Max started as a regular kid with a dream and then turned into an evil madman. He was in Gryffindor...how could that be true? He used Dark Magic...it sounds as if a Slytherin made it up. But there was a question that was in Harry's mind at the moment that couldn't be moved. If Max wanted him...then when he stunned Sirius why didn't he take him then?
"Ah, that is a good question. I would have taken you and done the Dark Magic but then Lucius Malfoy appeared. He saw what I did and told the Dark Lord. I almost had you but no matter, I have you now." Max said. Harry's mind was racing. Max was like Malfoy. He could read peoples thoughts.
"Harry you are right. I am like Malfoy and I am not. I am of course, a mind reader. So is Malfoy as you already know but I don't think you know that Voldemort is a mind reader also." Max flinched and then continued," I see that you are very smart for your age. I was the worst at everything, a lot like that Neville that you know..."
Harry couldn't believe it. Voldemort was a mind reader. That meant that Harry couldn't think around anyone. It was as if he was in one big mind trap. Everyone that was bad that wanted to kill him or use him was a mind reader. I was unsafe to think.
Harry couldn't take it anymore. He had to move. Harry took a step back and fell down on the bed. Max didn't do anything except move closer to Harry and gave him that evil stare.
" You are still very confused but scared. Your scared...finally...now I can do my Dark Magic!" Max said with an evil smile. Max walked over to Harry and grabbed his arm. Harry shivered. Max's touch and skin was like ice.
Harry was forced up by Max and was dragged to a corner in the room. Max slammed Harry in the corner. Harry felt as if his back was broken. Max let go of Harry and took out a knife. He forced Harry to stay still by dropping his wand and stabbed Harry in the neck.
The pain was horrible. Harry started to scream but Max dropped the knife and covered Harry's mouth. Harry continued to yell but it was blocked off by Max's hand. Max took his other hand and picked up his wand. Then he put it away and took out a potion bottle. He put it to Harry's neck and waited until the bottle was filled with blood.
Max took his hand off of Harry's mouth and walked away. Harry was trying to yell but no sound came out. Harry looked to see what Max was doing. Max was over by the bed with his wand out and the bottle to his lips. The bottle was empty.
Harry's stomach lurched. Max had drunken his blood. Max looked at Harry in the eye and pointed his wand at Harry.
" Darkest moon, brightest sun, I wish one thing and it will be done. I took and stole the blood of my foe. I took it and drunk it slow. I wish to have his powers and his soul. I took it into a bowl. I mixed it with my evil powers with his powers and made me a new soul. I shall turn evil and praise, I will be thankful every DAY!" Max said and then a maroon light came from the end of his wand and went straight towards Harry.
When the light hit Harry he felt a new pain that he had never felt before. He yelled and he heard himself. His voice was back. Harry closed his eyes and yelled at the top of his lungs.
The pain stopped abruptly. Harry stopped yelling and opened his eyes. Harry saw Max's shoes. Harry didn't realize that he had fallen to the floor. Harry got up and looked at Max.
Max looked stronger and healthier. He looked at Harry and smiled. " How did that feel Harry? Was it painful I hope?" Max asked rudely. "I am so powerful and so evil! I am a real Gryffindor but soon I will be the last real Gryffindor..." Max finished.
Harry's scar started to hurt and he dropped to the floor and put his hands over his face. Harry could hear another voice, which wasn't Max.
"Oh really." the cold, high-pitched voice said. Harry took his hand off his face with his scar still hurting and looked into the face of Voldemort.