Disclaimer: (insert disclaimer here) … um, where's the disclaimer?
Haha, I disclaim nothing and there's nothing you can do 'bout it! MUAHAHAH! I own everything! …what? You could sue me over this?!? …Fine jerks, I don't own stupid Harry Potter, I don't even like him, so it's no big whoop. But can I keep Hermione?
A/N: The third chapter is here! This one was again written by Captain Chaos. What will happen? Will Harry change again? Will some of your questions finally be answered? Will there be any good jokes? Read and find out!
Harry Potter and The Dark Mage
Chapter three: The darkness cometh
After Harry was thrown out of Hogwarts he grew angry at everyone and everything. Harry wasn't sure who punched him, but he knew he hated them most of all.
I don't need you or your stupid school. Harry thought to himself. After sitting alone for a few hours outside of the school Harry began to calm down. The darkness that clouded his heart started to fade.
What have I done? How could I have been so cruel to my friends? I have to get back inside and set things right.
Harry got to his feet and started to bang on the gates of the school. Filch was the only one to answer the banging at the gate.
"Oh, It's you, what do you want?"
"I want back in." Harry said angered that Filch was the only one who came.
"Too bad. I'm on strict orders from McGonagall not to let you back into the castle."
"I know, but I need to fix what I did." Harry said while looking into Filch's eyes trying to show he was sincere.
Filch looked back into Harry's eyes and could see he was honest and his evil was gone.
"Go to hell." Filch said without delay.
"What?" Harry asked.
"You heard me. When you attacked Malfoy he shit all over the floor. Who do think had to clean that up?"
"I'm sorry, but I need to get help. Something is wrong with me." Harry exclaimed.
"Well that's too damn bad."
Harry was beginning to feel the darkness within him growing.
"Filch just let me in, I can't explain, but what I did was not my fault."
Harry wanted to believe what he was saying was true and it was to a point, but Harry knew he could of stopped himself, but it felt good to let go a stop fighting the darkness. Harry knew he did not have to give in.
"Harry?" Filch asked.
"What?"
"You stopped talking and have been standing there for about 5 minutes."
"Oh... Let me in now!" Harry screamed.
"Make me!"
"Fine." Harry voice had become low and his scar began glowing.
Harryoooooo!
The dark presence filled Harry.
"Shit" Filch yelled as he began to run.
Harry began to fire spells at the gate. But the gate was strong, it would take some time to knock down.
Filch went to tell McGonagall. McGonagall was afraid of Harry's power and scared Harry was mad that she locked him out. So she told Ron to go see what Harry wanted. Ron being a little slow went to the gate without delay.
"Hey, Harry what's go on?" Ron asked.
Harry stopped blasting the gate.
"Hey Ron, why don't you open the gate?"
"O.K. Harry." Ron said happy to help.
After 30 minutes of waiting. Harry asked as calmly as he could. "Ron what is taking so long?"
"I broke my wand trying to open the gate." Ron told Harry.
"How could you brake your wand opening the gate, you don't even need your wand to open the gate!" Harry said his voice getting louder.
Harry tried to calm himself down. "It's ok Harry, Ron is doing the best he can." Harry said to himself.
"Ron, why don't you simply turn the knob?" Harry asked trying not to scream.
"Which way?" Ron asked.
"It doesn't mater." Harry said his voice getting loud again.
"I can't turn it." Ron cried.
"Why the fu-. Why not?" Harry asked, the darkness in him growing more powerful.
"There is a spider web on the knob." Ron said fighting back tears.
Harry's heart filled with rage, so as slowly and as calmly as Harry could he said. "Go get Hermione."
"I can't she is playing chess with Dean Thomas. He survived his cancer, he's a real hero."
"Son of a bitch!" Harry exclaimed.
Harry focused all his hate for Dean on the gate. The force from Harry's wand blew the gate to pieces. Harry entered the grounds.
"Now it's time for Dean to pay."
Just then a peace of the gate that was still attached broke free and struck Harry on the head.
"Mother fuckers." Harry said softly seconds before falling unconscious.
A/N: Harry's hatred toward Dean Thomas will never be explained, basically the only he reason I have Harry hate him is because I needed someone for Harry to hate. And for the longest time I would ALWAYS spell Dean's last name wrong, and that made me mad.