DISSCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANY OF THE OTHER CHARACTERS OR THE BOOKS.
I didn't do what I did because my mother was an alcoholic and my father abused me. I didn't this because I was some rebel without a cause. I didn't do this because I want glory. Or power. If you asked if I believed in it all, honestly, I couldn't tell you either way. It's just another thing to do. Something to kill my time. Maybe I'm insane, or maybe not. All I know is I'm still alive.
"Mr. Barker!"
"What?"
"Would you like to join the rest of us?"
"Not really,"
"MR. BARKER!"
"Yeah?"
"DENTENTION!"
"So, does this mean I can go back to sleep?"
"DAMMIT MR. BARKER!" My classmates snickered at that. That old doof professor just cupped his hands in his face and sighed.
"Out in the hall, Mr. Barker," He pointed to the door. I grabbed my school bad, the same blank expression on my face. "Wait for me there. I'll be just a moment." So, I went into the hall. I reached into my robe, right underneath my House badge, and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. I slid down to the floor, and using my wand, lit my damn cigarette.
"You're not supposed to be smoking," For a moment, I thought it was the professor. I looked up. It was this real pretty git from my House. She slid down beside me. I exhaled letting the smoke waft towards her. She didn't seem to mind.
"What are you doing out here?" She stared at me real intently. I didn't stare back. She gave me a little nudge...
"What?" This time I blew in her face. If you were outside this school, you'd probably be surprised at my social status. I came from an all wizarding family and didn't look too bad either. The damn fact is that I'm just a real ass.
"So, what are you doing out here?" She gave me this real dirty stare now. I felt like smiling, but I didn't.
"I'm waiting on the damn professor," I said turning my head back to the stone wall.
"Oh, I see," She stood up then. Damn git. "I'll be taking them now please. And you'll be written up for fowl language," She was a damn prefect.
"MR. BARKER!" I was leaning against the wall my arms supporting my head. "What did you DO?"
"What?" His face got all red and he started jabbing his index finger in the air. I realized he was pointing to the girl.
"Oh that. Look, Prof, she was breaking the rules," I said, real calmly.
"BUT WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?" He was screaming now. He wasn't the smartest teacher in the bunch.
"Imperious, of course,"
I ended up in the old Headmaster's office, Dumbledore. He already dismissed the old fart, my professor. He'd explained that it was just a temporary paralyze spell and she'd be back to normal momentarily. Bet the old damn git didn't even know what an imperious curse was. I'd preserved her real nice too. Put the damn cigarette in her hand and the pack in her pocket. Real nice, indeed. I lay back in the old man's chair and stared at the ceiling.
"Charles," Every damn bloke was named Charles.
"Yeah?" I said not giving him much attention.
"Please, give me your attention, Charles," he said staring real cool through those little glasses of his. I looked at him.
"You've broken the rules quite a few times, now haven't you?"
"Have I?" We both damn well knew the answer.
"Do you want to be expelled, Charles?" I shrugged. He sort of looked sad there for a moment. "I'm afraid it'll be 4 weeks of detention. Report every Friday and Tuesday to Hagrid, Tuesday, and Filch, Friday. You're dismissed," He turned his chair around and stared out his window. I walked out. Back to my House, Hufflepuff. I hated that damn house.
I didn't have any friends. Not because I was some psycho though. Well, maybe only partly. Even the real psychos have friends. Like I said, I was a real ass. I wasn't naturally that way though. I just didn't like people. I didn't like the way they smelled, walked, or hell maybe I didn't even like the way they breathed. I especially hated everyone in my house. Everyone thought that the old Sorting Hat had made some horrible mistake and I'd actually meant to be a Slytherin. Can't blame them. Hell, sometimes I even believed that myself. In the end, though, the damn Sorting Hat seemed proper in its decision. Loyal and true…It's odd, thinking back. I get this feeling of irony, really funny irony. My old classmates would have a real laughing fit, they would. So, back to school and everything. Yeah, so I went to the infamous Hogwarts. My parents would smile back when they talked about their days there. They'd said that they knew I'd become a great wizard one day thanks to this school. This is most likely my only regret. In the entirety of my life, I wish I wouldn't have been they're only child. It breaks my heart. And, that is a rarity. I wasn't a bad student. I just didn't care. Actually, when it came to test time, I usually scored above-average. I can do perfect work, on my own. Interaction with the teacher and students is what really peeves me. I can't stand either of them. I really despise them. My favorite teacher was that old history teacher. He didn't pay us so much attention. That's what I liked about him. I was always getting in trouble in school. I really enjoyed seeing those teachers upset though. I thought they were real funny. Even, that Dumbledore. He's probably the one I hated the most. People said he cared. Cared? Why? I'd say, he was just a very good actor. Ha, did that get you riled up? Most people adore the old coot. He peeves the hell out of me. To this day, I could probably relate to you how the old ceiling looked. I'd seen the damned thing so many times. I wasn't always such a trouble-maker. Okay, well, not as bad as a trouble-maker. Things seemed to ease up a bit in my 5th year. Got a wee bit more social. It was the end of that year that really started all of this if you really want to know. Yep, it all started end of 5th year. It really did.
Author's Note: It was late. I wanted to write something. To me, this is sort of a parody of two different books, in different ways. It's not really a parody though. I don't know. Hope you've found it interesting so far.