Disclaimer: This story has characters that belong to J.K. Rowling. As the author of this fan fiction I acknowledge this fact and I sorry I'm not writing anything cleverer or funnier, but I'm too tired to. :o …z z z z z zz zz zzzz…huh? I didn't steal nothing!! I swear!

A/N: This is the first of the two chapters in this story I, Simply Obsessed, plan to write. I hope my only reviewer, Oliver Quidditch Crazy, finds this chapter to be a good as the first. I only ask that while you read the story you pay close attention to the punctuation, like if there's a '…' you take a short pause, I think it makes the jokes funnier.

Enough talking, on with the story!

Harry Potter and the Dark Mage

Chapter Two: Evil Actions Have Deadly Consequences

Backtrack:

The last chapter ended with Harry Potter's Dark Mage side coming out of him because of Malfoy's threats. After getting Ron and Hermione out of the way he attacks Snape, Malfoy, Crab, and Goyle. Just before Harry attempts to kill Malfoy with a spell Harry himself has never used and doesn't know. Dumbledore stops Harry by forcing Harry to relieve the night of his parent's death.

 Thank You, Captain Chaos

The last thing that Harry remembered was his mother screaming, and pleading with Voldermort. How did Draco know a spell that would make him remember of his mother's death? He was probably already learning dark magic from his father. Wait, wasn't Malfoy unconscious?… whatever.

Harry opened his eyes to see Hermione and Ron playing exploding snap with Dean Thomas, all laughing as happy as they could be.

"What the hell?" Harry voiced louder than he intended.

"Oh Harry, you woke up?" Hermione said nonchalantly. "Well, it took you long enough, you were out for about a month. Professor Trellawny said that you had died…several times."

"It's your turn 'Mione", Dean interrupted.

Harry turned and stared at Dean. "What the fuck are you doing, get out."

Dean Thomas gave Harry the middle finger and walked out of the hospital wing.

"We're in the hospital wing?" Harry said shocked, completely forgetting about his fight with Draco.

"Yea, Harry. You've been in here a month" Hermione whispered to Harry. She was a little disturbed by the way Harry was acting. "But Harry, Dumbledore's gone and no one knows what happened to him. McGonagall has taken over for him, she been in his office and never comes out. And Volder—"

"Mother FUCKER!" Harry screamed, interrupting Hermione. He was still thinking of Dean giving him the finger, and realized that Dean gave him the finger with his left hand.

He got up from his bed and ran out of the hospital wing, thinking that he was going to find Dean and beat the hell out of him. A small voice in the back of Harry's mind was wondering why he was so mad. Dean didn't know that giving the middle finger with the left hand was something only done with the most evil intent; the right hand was for everyday use.

After a little searching, Harry found Dean in the Great Hall eating dinner. Dean Thomas saw Harry coming over to him and said, "Hey Harry, sorry about giving you the f---"

Harry ran over to Dean started beating the hell out of him. In-between the punching Harry was yelling things like "left hand", "middle finger", and "mother fucker". Dean trying to do anything to get Harry to stop said, "But I'm left handed!"

Dean crossed a line.

The scar on Harry's forehead started to glow.

HARRYOOOOOOOOOOO!

Harry immediately stopped punching and stood up. Dean thought it was over and let out a sigh of relief. But Hermione knew differently, she was seeing the same presence in Harry that she had seen over a month ago.

This time there was no Dumbledore to stop Harry now. He pointed his wand at Dean and shouted the killing curse. There was a huge flash of green light. Screams were heard throughout the Great Hall.

Dean had died …later that day …from cancer.

Harry was feeling the power of the dark mage in him once again, and he turned around, laughing maniacally, only to meet a fist punching him in his nose, and he fell hard to the floor.

The words "mother fuckers" were the last words Harry spoke before being dragged out of Hogwarts.

A/N: Please review and tell me what you think. I'd be kinda mean to read this much of the story and not review. I'm really anxious to hear any feedback you have to offer, even if it's bad. Just try not to make me cry okay. I know it seems like everyone reads this excuse, and it's pretty lame, but this was the first time I've EVER written fan fiction, and if I keep writing hopefully I'll get better. Sorry this chapter wasn't that long.

Anyone reading might not have understood the whole left-handed middle finger thing. Sorry, it's something I made up meself. I've felt that it's not right that I use the same finger to flip off some stupid jerk that I don't even know and also flip off an undeniable evil asshole. So I invented the whole right-hand left-hand thing, and it officially became a sin to use your left middle finger on someone unless you really meant it. Oh yeah, sorry there was so much cursing in this chapter, but I tried to clean it up and found the jokes were a lot less funny. All the other chapters are going to be a lot cleaner than this one, except for maybe the second chapter I write.

Oh yeah, I know I said I'd update each week, but my laptop couldn't print so my dad took it before the holidays to get fixed and I only just got it back. Now the mouse is going a little nuts, but hopefully I won't have any more problems.

Once again my brother Captain Chaos, and I would like to say thanks to our one and only reviewer, Oliver Quidditch Crazy. You have no idea how happy you made us and we hope you continue to write those long reviews. Thanks.