Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter, which is property of J.K. Rowling.

AN: I think it's pretty obvious whose Harry's next victim from the last chapter. I know plenty of you are already clamoring for this person's death. Also, I figure some of you were confused by Harry's response to the final question, but I can't tell you why. It's a spoiler! Finally, I think I might have a lead on Dark Harry's name, but its uncertain still. So, let's get on with it!

Chapter 4 Death to Fools

Harry didn't remember much, but he remembered everything that happened while he was under the Veritaserum. The anger, the outrage the coursed through his veins as Fudge asked the question everyone wanted to ask, but no one dared to say out loud and fully.

He remembered only feeling a numbing hatred that coursed through his veins as he was escorted from the courtroom, only barely aware that Dumbledore had looked at him strangely before he left, as did some others as well. He heard several apologies from the crowd, but Harry ignored it, feeling only the liquid hatred that replaced his blood pumping through every part of his body.

He barely remembered grasping the Portkey that took him back to the worst possible place he wished to be at the moment. Number 12 Grimmauld Place.

As Harry struggled to regain his bearings, he was ushered in yet again, straight into the house and immediately bombarded by Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and the rest of the Weasleys.

Harry quickly stormed up to his room, brushing past them without even a hello, only a "Stay away from me. I want to be alone."

They all stood there in shock for a moment before George finally spoke up. "That bad eh?" He stated jovially, but no one laughed.

"What happened in there?" Ginny asked softly, wanting to know what had angered Harry so much.

"The Ministry thought Harry did it too." Remus said in an equally soft voice. "But he didn't. Fudge asked him under Veritaserum."

"What was he doing under Veritaserum!" Hermione screeched, her sisterly/motherly concern for Harry on full blast with the damage done to his mind, body, and very soul over the past years.

"He told them all about what Umbridge did to him. The Dementors, the Blood Quill, and almost using the Cruciatus." Remus said softly.

Ron pumped his fist into the air and let out a whoop, before realizing that this was probably not the best time to celebrate with an angry Harry stewing upstairs.

"We should let him be for a moment. He must be thoroughly drained from his day in court." Mrs. Weasley said softly, ushering everyone into the kitchen.

Ginny took one last glance towards the stairs where Harry had ascended moments before, and whispered a soft, "You didn't deserve that."

It was dinner by the time Harry came down, the demands of his stomach overpowering his rage. He had stormed and brooded, but he also had to fight this strange dark feeling inside of him. It scared him, that feeling. He had felt it twice before, and both times, someone he hated disappeared.

He strode down, and, before he could sit down and eat, Professor Dumbledore appeared at the bottom of the stairs. Harry, not willing to show his shock, stated calmly, if extremely rudely, "What?"

If Dumbledore was thrown by Harry's rudeness, it didn't show. "That might not have been the best course of action now, Harry." Dumbledore said sternly, "Cornelius, while a fool, is cooperating with us now. You have destabilized him."

"And helping overthrow an incompetent Minister who rules like a dictator is bad because…" Harry drawled, feeling his just subsided rage beginning to spark new life.

"It is better to have the Minister we know and have now, then to have the chaos of an election and the process of getting him out of office." Dumbledore countered.

"The devil you know…" Harry muttered, remembering the muggle phrase.

"Although not the terms I had in mind, yes." Dumbledore said, a small twinkle in his eye. It disappeared after a moment.

"Wait. So, because you don't want to have the trouble of undermining him and replacing him, you'll keep him in office!" Harry shouted, and it brought several people from the kitchen to peer cautiously at the Boy-Who-Lived and the Headmaster of Hogwarts. "We have to fight alongside an idiot Ministry whose leader will probably be bought onto Voldemort's side!"

"Harry, Cornelius is not a fool." Dumbledore said, looking at Harry over his half-moon glasses. "He would not turn to Voldemort."

Harry snorted. "Could have fooled me."

"Harry!" Dumbledore said sharply, and everyone, even Harry was surprised. "I know you are angry. At Corenlius, Umbridge," He paused here, as if it was painful to say, "and myself. But you can't let that blind you! There is a much larger picture that we must work for!"

"That larger picture crap again!" Harry swore, and stepped close to the Headmaster, fiery green meeting cold blue. "That's always your excuse! Leaving me to be abused by my relatives was part of that bigger picture too, huh? Wait a second, I know of someone else who was once in my position, who loved Hogwarts and hated the place that you forced him to call home!" Harry snarled, and everyone looked confused, save Ginny, whose eyes widened in horror and recognition, "So tell me, Dumbledore. Am I some kind of experiment to see if those circumstances would create another VOLDEMORT!"

Everyone jumped in fear and surprise at Harry's tone, and they turned towards Albus Dumbledore, as always, for insight. But Dumbledore looked weary and old, as if Harry's words were destroying his youthful attitude. "TELL ME!"

"You were not an experiment Harry. It could not have been that bad, Harry. And I had nothing to do with Tom Riddle's summer stays at the orphanage." Dumbledore said quietly, looking down.

"Not. That. Bad?" Harry asked incredulously, "You never once checked up on me did you! You didn't know! Or you didn't care!"

Dumbledore seemed to shrink further, and could only manage a small, "I do care. I told you that."

"If you cared," Harry snarled, "You would have saved me from my tormentors, my jailers. My… relatives." Harry said the last word with immense hatred, and glared at Dumbledore.

"You always let people hurt me, claiming that you were keeping me alive." Harry whispered, and that seemed to be worse than his raging and storming. "You only wanted me alive to do the job I was born to do. Nothing more. You wanted your weapon safe so that it could end this war!" Harry's whisper picked up to a low snarl towards the end.

"I seem to have lost my appetite, Mrs. Weasley, "Harry said quietly, still looking at the Headmaster with a deadly glare, "I think I'm going to rest."

With that, he stormed upstairs, leaving a shocked and horrified audience.

Not once did anyone notice the once still and clear summer sky grow dark, as if a storm was brewing.

Harry raged and stormed upstairs, echoing the now rising storm outside that seemed to grow with his anger, which in turn angered Harry for some reason in a vicious cycle. "Bloody Dumbledore! Bloody Fudge! BLOODY PROPHECY!" Harry roared throwing a chair against the wall, smashing the wooden chair and cracking the wall. It did nothing to slow Harry's rage down. If anything, it fueled it.

"I hate them! Dumbledore! Fudge!" Harry roared, kicking the wall with all his might as his vision began darkening with his mood.

"Dumbledore lets everyone take a swing at me except Voldemort." Harry muttered angrily. "He's always controlling, manipulating, never seeing anyone as a real person."

Harry didn't want complete freedom, or repayment or recompense from Dumbledore. Maybe not even an apology for all the years with the Dursleys.

All he wanted to do was have something go his way for once…

"I hope Fudge disappears, just like Umbridge." Harry snarled, his vision fully blinded by darkness…

Very well then. Let's get to it.

Cornelius Fudge sat in his bedroom, pacing angrily. He had sent away his house-elf and his aides, his fury at Potter's actions today echoing, albeit unknowingly, Potter's fury at him.

But he was also scared. Scared about the visage that he saw as he left the courtroom, when he traded glares with Harry Potter. His eyes were black, soullessly, uncaring to the point of apathy, but nonetheless, there was a danger, a malice, an evil that lay hidden, just beneath the surface of those black eyes that spoke of infinite power and the desire to use it. In that split second, Potter looked like the Devil Fudge had heard about from one of the muggle born aides. A terrible demon. And that single visage also seemed to give him a message.

You'll pay for this.

Cornelius Fudge was scared and furious. But more scared than furious. And of course, a storm had to brew on this day, reflecting his somber and angry mood. He had been made a fool of, had his reputation destroyed and his credibility and support nearly completely destroyed. It didn't help that one of his main backers, Lucius Malfoy, was both a Death Eater and absent.

The thunder flashed, and Fudge could have sworn he saw something in the corner. He grabbed his wand and called out, "Lumos! Show yourself!"

But, much to his relief, there was nothing. He turned away, but as he did, the thunder blasted again and, once more, the shape appeared.

Fudge, panicked and emotionally wrecked, fired a Stunner into the shadows. But again, there was nothing. "Get a grip on yourself Cornelius, there's nothing there. Your as paranoid as that fool Mad-Eye." The Minister muttered under his breath, and turned away, determined to sleep. He climbed into bed, and tried to sleep.

Again, thunder flashed, but he ignored it. But he couldn't ignore what happened next. "Fudgy!" A voice whispered, a dark, ethereal voice.

"What! Whose there? I'm warning you! I am the Minister of Magic!" Fudge sputtered, sitting up and looking around wildly.

"You know me, Fudgy." The voice answered softly. "And I know quite well all your titles. Not that it does you any good when I devour your soul."

Fudge could feel his bladder threatening to expose just how cowardly he truly was as he grabbed his wand and wildly cried out "Stupefy!"

The jet of red light struck the wall, but this time, the shadows were not fully dispelled, only slightly illuminated, like when the thunder flashed. But it revealed someone. Harry Potter.

Or at least, someone who looked impossibly similar to Harry Potter. The Minister of Magic flashed back to the visage he passed off as a mirage in the courtroom, a figment of his imagination born from the stress of the day. Harry, or whatever it was, was dressed in all black. Although Fudge didn't know it, it was the same clothing that the demon had worn when he killed Umbridge.

"Potter! What are you doing here!" Cornelius Fudge sputtered, training his wand shakily at him. Although the Minister had been in the Magical Law Enforcement Department for quite some time, it had been a while since he had been in battle. He had never been that great in combat anyway.

"Oh, I was just out for a walk, and decided to drop in." Harry smiled cheerfully, his tone echoing his smile, both with a hint of darkness in them. "I was just thinking how much I'd like to torture you, and well, here I am!"

Fudge nearly dropped his wand in shock. "Stupefy!" He cried out.

The jet of red light flew true, and struck the demon head on with a Stunning Spell. It probably would have been better to throw the pillow behind him. That might have at least made him feel something.

"Was that supposed to hurt?" Harry asked the stunned Minister, who was shaking in fright. "I'm sorry. Ouch!" Harry said dramatically, clutching his chest. "There, is that better?" Harry asked again.

The Minister dropped his wand, truly terrified of the demon now, as evidenced by the warmth spreading throughout his nether regions, accompanied by an uncomfortable wetness. He rushed towards the demon and grabbed the black cloak, kissing it and saying pitifully, "Please don't kill me. Please don't kill me. I'll give you money! Power! My own office! Just please don't kill me."

"Money?" Harry asked, his black eyes glinting oddly, and Fudge seemed to take this as a good sign.

"And power too! And I'll make you the youngest Minister in the history of the Wizarding World! Together we can-" Fudge said excitedly, till his voice stopped working entirely.

"The Together We Can Rule the World speech, Fudgy?" Harry asked disdainfully, using the pet name he had for the Minister. "I don't need money or your pathetic office. I can get far more power on my own, and more power from your death. But don't worry, we'll torture first."

The demon raised his wand, and Cornelius Fudge's world changed.

The Minister of Magic found himself standing in one of the worst looking alleys he had ever seen, worse than the ones he trudged through as a Junior Law Enforcement officer. He hated those days. He would rather have been in a different Department, but back then that had been the fast track to better things. If you were smart or lucky enough to survive it.

Then he noticed his clothing. Where he had worn a top of the line, fashionable, and of course, expensive pajamas to bed, he had none of that now. All he had were the dirtiest looking rags he had seen, even worse than the ones in Azakaban. They barely covered his crotch and only patches of his skin. These smelled and looked as though they had been rubbed into all sorts of human feces, urine, and waste. Fudge threw up, the smell choking his nostrils and even his tounge. He tried to find his wand, but found it missing as well.

"Potter! Where are you!" Fudge screamed in fear and outrage.

"Sheesh, not so loud Fudgy. I'm here." Harry said suddenly, and the Minister jumped in fright as the demon appeared to have been standing next to him all along.

"What have you done to me!" Fudge demanded harshly, his outrage blinding him to the fact that he lacked a wand.

"Well, not much." Harry said as he bent down, looking into the Ministers eyes with his soullessly black ones, before grinning. "At least not yet."

Then, visions began passing through Cornelius Fudge's eyes. Visions of himself, but not acting as himself, as the pompous and self-important Minister of Magic. A vision of himself being mugged and doing nothing about it. A vision of begging for food from total strangers, on his knees and sobbing pitifully, with strangers looking at him with a mixture of pity and contempt. A vision of powerlessness as others took the scraps of food he begged from other people. A vision of helplessness as he held himself and his rags close to him for warmth, watching those rags get stolen from him and not doing anything, not having the power to. Visions of his greatest fear. The loss of power and influence, where his money and all his accomplishments amounted to nothing more than the stained and feces covered rags he wore.

Harry smiled as the Minister lay writhing at the foot of his own bed, crying and sobbing. It was a dark smile, the smile of cruelty and the pleasure that one got from it. The dark rush filled his veins and sang from his every pore, demanding more suffering. A demand the demon was glad to sate as he relentlessly threw vision after vision at the Minister.

Like Umbridge, these incredibly real visions had destroyed the once proud Minister, reducing him to the quivering, sobbing mess barely laying before him. A sight that sated the dark hunger within the demon, at least for now.

What a pity I could not do this to Bellatrix. I wish I could have held her under that spell for longer. The demon thought wistfully. Ah well. Maybe when I find Tom I can add her punishment to his.

Finally, he released Cornelius Fudge from the torture, smiling at how pathetic the pompous man looked. "That'll do it." The demon whispered softly.

I hunger, and there is a perfectly cooked meal in front of me.

Fudge was allowed one last scream. The scream of the damned in their final torture.

Thanks to Minority, Treck, BalrogMan65, Tanydwr, CharmedMilliE, Trunks2598, Zeromaru: Chaos Mode, Maxennce, Gyre, Szihuoko, Kathyrn Black, Shea Loner, Samurai Demon-God Sekikage, kungzoune, totallystellar, Gaps, mauraderox, YamiRose: Dark ElementalGoddess, jbfritz, Wren Truesong, Lady of Masbolle, Dirbatua, spike, Harrie, OrionTheHunter, mashimaromadness, Gohan00, harrysmom, jpthug12, arekuruu-inabikari-no-She, and Silver-Entrantress-Elf for reviewing!

Q&A

Minority- Wow, I didn't know I was that good. I hoped you liked more of Pissed Off!Harry.

BalrogMan65­- I'll do that. Btw, my e-mail address is yamipaladinofchaos at sbcglobal dot net

Tanydwr­-Ah, the joys of being the rarely cursing person. Its always funny when people like that swear.Yeah, I figured some people would get the idea, that Harry/Dark Harry (Ultio is actually quite nice) are separate. Yeah, people don't get that Angel/Angelus are different. Soul, no soul. Good but confused/Evil Genius.

Zeromaru: Chaos Mode­- You've met Death? Nice. I think I might have, but I was passed out. Yeah, Dark Harry's name just has to be perfect, something that makes absolute sense, yet ties him to Harry. None of the fancy ways to say Harry make sense.

Maxennce- I'm glad you enjoyed the reaming of the wizarding world. Can I promise you more? Well, maybe…

Gyre­- Actually, I have reasons for that.

Szihuoko- Merging with his Dark Side? What a preposterous thought…

Samurai Demon-God Sekikage- Well, I know that you've (however unintentionally) have voted for the next fic I produce. Harry can already talk to his dark side, if you've noticed, but he isn't aware of what that voice really is. Will he later? Why- (Loud bang). Demon Harry lusting after mortal women… Be funny, perhaps, but not in his character. Want, take, have. The motto of evil.

Gaps­- Torture Ron? I do get annoyed with the little bugger sometimes.

Wren Truesong- First off, let me say, thanks and wow. Thanks for actually looking through my AN, and wow for your response. You know, I did a research paper ( to those who don't know what it is, think an essay, only monster sized) on both Henry IV and Henry V, both of which involve Prince Hal/Henry V. I might have glazed over that line where he calls himself "Henry le Roy". But you know, the idea has merits. Henry sounds cool too, especially considering the German translation. Cruciatus Curse causing a heart attack? Well, if it can cause brain damage, anything's possible. I'm glad you enjoyed Umbridge's (Umbitch's) death. The AU I am considering, it's a bit more serious and plot oriented than any other fic I've thought up. Thief vs Friendly Harry is a tough call, but I think I'll go with thief, personally. (I could make him a kleptomaniac!)

Lady of Masbolle- Harry could be a thief, if put into the right context. A canon Harry would not be a thief, but if you tweaked the canon… Which question took your breath away? Dark Harry is an interesting theme. I personally don't like it as much, but my version is fun, and still has a Light Harry.

mashimaromadness­- First off, he enjoys torture. That's not exactly the most wholesome pastime. To the second part of your review. Well, who says that the Dark thing isn't Harry… Mwhahahahaha.

harrysmom- How deep can someone go? He's Harry, just a dark, twisted reflection of himself, the dark side of his soul. The AU story is very different, but still links with the first 5 HP books. You'll find out why, hopefully soon, considering there are plenty of votes for the AU.

arekuruu-inabikari-no-She- I play Warcraft! I know who Arthas is, silly. Actually, I kind of see a similarity (both of were good in the beginning, and-cuts off) Whoops, almost let something slip. (This constant teasing is annoying, isn't it?) Actually, thieves don't have to be evil, they just steal stuff. That doesn't make them evil.

AN: I like Dumbledore. Got that. That hasn't changed. This is just how Harry has to be right now. If you have a problem with how he is now, then you won't like Book Six, considering that with J.K.'s style, he'll be doing a lot of it. Anyways, it's only temporary. It will change soon. If you enjoy it, enjoy it! Lastly, you might notice the changing of Dark Harry's style/behavior. That's something I can't answer why, but I can tell you that it isn't sudden, or unplanned. It's very much a part of the story. Thanks for reading and please review!