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Malice Magic
By Demonabyss
Harry smiled to himself as she went back to his dorm, his plans already in motion. That pendant he had left would insure that the Headmaster would stay out of his life this year. He had already sent similar pendants to Umbridge, Mr. Fudge, and to various members of the Ministry. All he had to do now was deliver one more pendant and then it could begin. 'Won't they all be in for a surprise,' he thought amused as he walked up the stairs.
'Of course,' Alice replied. 'It'll be even more of a surprise when they learn the true identity of the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. What do you suppose they think of Professor Charles Mogansthorpe Cheshire the Fourth?' she asked with her pleasantly twisted giggle.
Harry smiled back at her. Of course he knew there was a new DADA teacher, there was one every year. However, this one he knew personally through Alice, or was it the other way around? In any case, Professor Cheshire would definitely make things even more interesting in the coming year. He knew already the Dumbledor suspected him of something, considering that damn grin of his never left his face.
The dark haired boy entered the Gryffindor tower and was met by a wide range of people staring at him. Ron was the first to speak. "Harry, what the bloody hell happened? Who was screaming bloody murder?" he asked, shock and concern on his face.
Harry just smiled brightly, making a few of the younger kids shudder. "That was Snape. Apparently he thought it funny to invade my mind without my permission, very rude though," Harry explained casually.
"Snape! That was Snape? Bloody hell Harry, what did you do to him?" Ron exclaimed. The red head may not have liked the Potions Master, but that scream had been like nothing he had ever heard before. It had sounded like the man had been in more pain then anyone ever should be. If Harry had caused this, then he wasn't sure this was the same boy he had befriended on the train five years ago.
Harry's smile left him as he looked darkly at everyone. The temperature in the room dropped considerably as the air became thick with the boy's twisted aura. Ron backed away, Hermoine looked scared, Neville and the rest of the Gryffindors looked ready to either run or pull out their wands on Harry. They could even see his aura around him, black, dark purple, gold, and red all mixed together swirling around him in chaotic mass. "Snape invaded my mind Ron. I am fucking sick of Dumbledor and his manipulations. I'm sick of Snape and his attitude problem all because of my father, a man I have never met and am nothing like. I'm sick of the Ministry's and Order's excuses and inability to do their jobs! I'm the one who has to save everyone's ass and what do I get? I get my family wiped out, I get my friends either hurt, killed or turned against me, I get forced to live with people who would love to see me dead, and I get to see the only family who's ever cared about me destroyed right in front of me!" Harry ranted as his twisted aura intensified and grew, causing people to back up in fear, even the Deputy Headmistress, who despite Harry's language wisely kept silent.
Harry's hands clenched into tight fists as his body cackled with electricity and twisted energy. His eyes were glowing a dark purple energy as his body shook with barely contained rage. "Enough is enough. I refuse to put up with anymore of this. I am going to take charge of my own life. I don't care what Dumbledor says anymore. I am going to win this war my way and if the Headmaster, Order, Ministry, Death Eaters, or Voldemort get in my way. I'll crush them!" he stated as he raised his fist while it was arching with electricity. He moved forward to head up to the dorms. Everyone moved out of the way, far more scared of Harry then they ever were of Voldemort at this moment.
Once he was in the dorm room, he opened his trunk and pulled out a shrunk item that he immediately restored. The object was a glass and metal box with a spike pointing downwards as it floated silently in mid air other than the crackling of electricity inside it. The object was Harry's personal Rage Box. He placed his hand on the orb on the top of it and focused all his raw rage, powers, and memories into the box. Dark and twisted lightning arched over his body and arm as the power was fed into the box, which consumed it hungrily, the purple glow inside pulsing and darkening as the rage inside festered and grew. Soon, Harry's aura faded and the energy left him as he calmed down. Soon he was back to normal as he took a few calming breaths. Once he was calm again, he shrunk the Rage Box back down and hid it in his trunk once more.
'Are you all right?' Alice asked concerned. She knew Harry needed to use this often, as he had had no outlet for his rage over the years and had to suppress it, unlike herself who could have taken it out on card guards at a whim if she liked. However, she honestly didn't know if it was a good idea to use a Rage Box, even one as highly modified as Harry's, as much as Harry was doing. If all that rage and the power that went with it was ever released, then she was sure that Hogwarts and everyone in it would not survive Harry's onslaught.
Harry sighed and gave the mental impression of a comforting smile towards Alice. 'I'll be fine I'm just tired is all. I'm sorry if I worried you, but you know how I can get,' she said tiredly. Alice nodded she certainly knew what rage could do to a person. 'I'll try not to get angry for awhile so I won't have to use it again, okay?' he offered in order to quell her fears.
Alice smiled and nodded, grateful for his concern for himself and her. 'Thank you,' she replied honestly.
Snape wandered aimlessly throughout the caverns. How in Merlin's name had he ended up here? He remembered being in Dumbledor's office and calling Potter in for an explanation about his attack on Malfoy. Where in the world did that brat learn such a powerful spell? All Potter had said was that he learned it with the help of someone named Alice over the summer. It boggled the Potion Master's mind to no end, who the hell was Alice? There was no one in Hogwarts by that name currently, none that Potter would know. More over, no witch or wizard had visited the boy during his stay with his relatives.
After calling Potter to the office, he had attempted to enter the boy's mind. What he got was the worst thing he had ever felt, even worse then when he had received the Dark Mark or felt the one of the Unforgivable Curses. His mind had been ripped apart, his defenses torn away as if they were nothing more then paper. And that … woman, what in Merlin's name was she? Was she a demon, a wraith of some sort, or just a figment of that arrogant brat's imagination? Or was it possible … that she was Alice? If she was, then again, what was she? Snape shook his head, it was more important that he figure out where he was before he started asking those questions.
The cavern he was in seemed to stretch for miles. It had every type of rock and crystal you could imagine, all mixing together into a beautiful combination that just didn't happen in nature. As he walked he eventually came to an open cavern. The wizard was shocked at what he saw. On the sides of the cavern were houses, built right into the wall, but that was not what amazed the Professor. Below the houses was a pool, like a stream, and in it was a translucent liquid that shimmered every color you could imagine as it flowed. The greasy haired man cautiously went to the shore of the stream and stuck a hand in carefully. He couldn't believe it. 'This can't be, I thought it was only a myth, but it's real, it's real!' he thought wildly as he realized what this liquid was. It was crystal essence, a legendary potion ingredient in the wizarding world. It was said to enhance potions to points never before imagined. For example, if you added it to Wolfs bane, instead of just retaining the person's mind during the transformation into a werewolf, it would stop the transformation all together or possibly even cure it for good!
"So I see you've finally arrived Professor Snape," a calm voice said behind him. The dark wizard turned around in surprise and was shocked at what he saw. It was a rabbit but so very different then any other he had known. It was three or four feet tall, white fur, wearing a shirt, vest, coat, and a top hat like a refined gentleman would. What really made the wizard nervous was the look of the creature. Rabbits were known vegetarians, but this one looked like a meat eater and looked depraved on top of it. Beady black eyes watched him as he kept checking his pocket watch every few moments. What kind of a land had Snape falling into?