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Another Inspiration

Chapter 1: Weak

Harry POV

This day was supposed to be like every other day: Quiet, normal, and dark wizard free. Of course nothing can stay normal for me for very long. Fate insists on taking everything it can away from me. This day was the day my life once again made a turn. A sharp turn that put me at the beginnings of a road never thought to exist. It's hard to say whether this day turned my life for the worse or for the better, but it got me somewhere, at least.

I spent much of my time this summer in the park, avoiding Dudley and his gang, in turn for some quiet solitude. Death seems to rule my life: First my parents, then Cedric, and now Sirius. The Order still refuses to give me information and Dumbledore still replies with letters telling me to sit tight. I also still send a letter every three days to my friends and the Order asking for information I know I won't get, and pretending I am getting along perfectly fine. Really it's just to shut them up so they don't worry about me and end up causing more trouble. The Dursleys have gone to ignoring my existence; only asking me to do a few chores and silently put dinner outside my door since I refuse to come down to eat. Well, at least what constitutes as dinner to an ungodly child named Harry in the terms of Petunia Dursley, which would be small, cold portions of that night's food and a glass of water. For me, this is plenty. Remus of course doesn't say much. I certainly don't want to talk about Sirius and I think it's a mutual feeling.

It was near two, post meridian, on a summer's afternoon on June the twenty-fourth when I heard the familiar pop of a wizard Apparating into my park. It was Bellatrix Lestrange, wand in hand, a curse on her lips. She serves Voldemort, is a spiteful bitch, and she killed Sirius. She took part in this hole in my heart. She helped create this hole and here she was once again, ready to create more destruction. All of my hatred, sorrow, pain, and guilt came out at once into the spell she called 'weak'. That woman told me I was weak and that to use the Cruciatus curse I had to mean it. I may not understand magic and all its secrets and tricks but I understood what I was doing at this moment. I dodged her 'stupefy' and I replied with what I knew carried every bit of emotion I felt towards her.

Bella POV

Great…why do I have to kidnap the golden idiot? Sometimes I wonder if Voldemort is forever punishing me for not sleeping with him. I mean, I may suck up to him a little-

Sure Bella…SURE it's a little…

FINE! A lot…and why are you arguing with me?

Geez…have to get a little entertainment somehow since you never listen to me.

I will go back to ignoring you now.

Whatever suits…

I think I am going insane...

YUP! Not like Azkaban did anything for it.

Uh huh…ok...better grab the brat before 'Mr. I am a Dark Lord' decides to throw a hissy fit again. Why can't I just sulk at home and pretend nothing exists? Rodolphus…

"CRUCIO!" spat Harry and Bellatrix fell to wither in pain on the gravel.

"'Weak' you said! Didn't mean it? I don't see myself lying on the sodding ground, now do I?" Harry ranted.

Bellatrix continued to struggle with the curse in agony and for once hoped the Aurors would show up. She did not expect him to be so agile, nor did she expect to be hit by the Cruciatus curse by Harry frigging Potter. Today was not a good day for Bellatrix Lestrange and she knew that Voldemort would not be pleased with being beaten by 6th year. She did not see the silver lining in this moment, but she would in due time. The world had shifted when one Harry James Potter decided to use an unforgivable curse.

If Harry had any sanity left at that moment, it was on a lunch break since he just watched in glee as she suffered. His eyes seemed hungry for her pain as she withered and scratched at her self as the searing pain swept through her veins. Her body contorted in strange directions as she fought to find a position that would relieve the pain even the tiniest bit.

Bellatrix got her wish after five minutes under the curse with a curious Harry Potter watching her wither her own mind away. She never responded to his comments and certainly tried not to give him the satisfaction of her screams, but they were evident within a minute under the curse and Harry only laughed as the sound hit him and filled his senses with satisfaction.

The Aurors arrived horrified to the scene after being called by Dumbledore. The arrow on the clock for Harry Potter in Albus Dumbledore's office had gone from 'mortal peril', to 'danger' in less than 30 seconds, and then suddenly back to 'fine'. As a precaution he called Kingsley Shacklebolt to check up on the boy. Harry Potter was everything to the war and if he was in danger it could not be ignored.

Shacklebolt arrived near Privet drive, other Aurors in tow, and would have knocked on the door of number four if it wasn't for the clear screams of a woman in the distance. He ran towards the sound and came upon the park to the sight of a boy in overly large clothes squatted next to a woman holding pointing his wand towards her heart as she screamed. The Aurors stared in horrific wonder at the sight. Shacklebolt responded first by grabbing Harry, which ended the spell on Bellatrix, while the others, coming out of their reverie, cast spells around the tortured death eater to keep her from moving or apparating away. Like all Aurors, Shacklebolt knew the laws inside out and being of the Ministry he really did not have any choice.

"Bellatrix Lestrange, you are hereby charged by the Ministry of Magic with the crimes of murder of countless wizards and muggles, use of all unforgivables and being a named Deatheater, and you, Harry James Potter, you are hereby charged by the Ministry of Magic with the crime of casting the Cruciatus curse as an underage wizard for use other than self-defence. You both will be held in a ministry cell until trial and in which your sentence will be given."

Harry did not lift his head from Bellatrix's body and the words of his Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher from 4th year rang loudly in his ears. "Now. . . those three curses - Avada Kedavra, Imperius, and Cruciatus - are known as the Unforgivable Curses. The use of any one of them on a fellow human being is enough to earn a life sentence in Azkaban."

Fate was certainly laughing now as Aurors transported their catch of the day to the Ministry. Harry James Potter; the boy who lived, the boy with a hero complex the size of China, the boy who loved, and now he was the boy who had officially went off the deep end.

AN: Well this is the first chapter of my first HP fic, hope you people like it. I will be posting chapter two and three shortly and I might have chapter four later today. I don't really have an update schedule but I will probably go for once a week, maybe more than once a week if your lucky, and depending on life. Please review and tell me how I am doing. All comments welcome. Beware how far you take your flames, I just might flame back. I'm looking for constructive here!

Re-done on June 18, 2006.