Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

A/N: I apologize in advance for any inaccuracies. By the way, can anyone tell me when does the troll event occur? After the trio discover about Nicholas Flamel or something? Also, when was Harry doing in the library under his invisibility robes anyway? I also can't remember any of the relationships at that point, so please forgive me, and email me about mistakes.

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Harry, of course, opened his eyes to find himself in his bed. Again, the sun's rays were streaming in; assuring him that he had landed right where he should have.

Harry decided that he had had enough of cursing Malfoy for the time being. Cursing the blonde wasn't all that fun when the spells he used were mostly harmless. He would certainly need to learn some "nicer" spells from the library soon. Oh well. Maybe he'll do it when he was serving detention in the library later.

This time, as Harry put on his robes and made his way down to breakfast, which he had already eaten twice, Harry catalogued the kind of spells he would need to learn. "Lets see… I'll need something to knock people unconscious…" Pertificous Totalus was a good spell suitable for his age, but the victim retained a degree of consciousness after the spell hit. Nope, he would need something more powerful so that he would be free to sneak about.

Sneak about where, he didn't know.

"Then I'll need a variety of torture spells… Ooh I remember something… there were those unforgivables I read about. I wonder what those curses are all about. But they'll probably cause quite a bit of pain though… need to check them out."

He never doubted that he would find the darkest of the dark arts in a SCHOOL library. Strange isn't it?

Harry arrived at the great hall, Ron waved to him, and he again sat down next to Hermione and began to pretend to have breakfast. Harry knew that Malfoy was set to come up soon and say some rubbish, but Harry didn't really keep an eye out this time, as he was still engrossed in thinking about how he was going to abuse his powers. Funny how Evil with a capital E Harry is becoming isn't it?

Again, Malfoy came by, but this time, instead of attacking the blonde, Harry decided to try to goad the idiot into attacking him. Funnily, even though this time he wasn't speaking with Hermione, (Oh, he had gotten way better at faking his eating.) Malfoy still said the same thing about him and Hermione as he had done previously.

"So… Potter's found himself a new girlfriend… yet what a pity… its that ugly mudblood know-it-all. Surely you can do better than… even a prettier mudblood would be better than… that."

Harry looked up at Malfoy, smirked, before putting his arm around Hermione's shoulders. "Well… I don't really see how whom I'm interested in is any of your business, unless… you're jealous? Oh my! The great Malfoy scion falling in love with a muggle... and getting jealous at the sight of her in the arms of another boy?" Harry pulled Hermione, who was already beet red, closer to himself. "Goodness, these shocking news will make the headlines for sure! But perhaps there is hope for you after all…"

Needless to say, everybody was surprised at Harry's reply; even Harry himself was shocked at his slyness. But, perhaps not having to face the consequences of one's actions can embolden even the most timid mouse.

Malfoy colored. "EXCUSE ME? ARE YOU ACCUSING ME OF HAVING EVEN THE REMOTEST FEELINGS OF GOODWILL TOWARDS A MUBLOOD?"

Harry looked away, as if he had lost interest and was dismissing Malfoy. "I didn't think my tone was accusatory, but you think whatever you like, ok? Now leave me to my breakfast."

Draco pulled out his wand. "I'll…I'll curse you!"

Harry raised an eyebrow and regarded Malfoy out of his peripheral vision. "Well, I for one don't think you have the guts to curse me. Come on and curse me if you dare! I'm waiting…"

Malfoy turned a most marvelous shade of purple. "TALK TO MY WAND! STUPEFY!"

Harry was stunned, both literally and mentally. "Damn it, I didn't think he really had the guts to do that! Crap." Harry was hit by the stunning spell, but instead of falling unconscious like most people do, Harry was still being fed information by his five senses. He could see, hear, and smell, touch but he couldn't move his body at all.

All of a sudden, the menu appeared superimposed over his field of vision. It created the most impressive effect of having letters floating in mid air in the great hall. Of course, Harry realized that he was the only one who could see the words.

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Save?

Load?

Turn off menu?

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"Man, I guess there's really no choice, but I'll have to go back again. I had wanted to go through the day this time…" woefully thought Harry.

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Load.

You currently have two save file/s

1) Bed (Night)

2) Bed (Morning)

Load 2.

Loading… file loaded.

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Harry woke up in bed. Again. And Again. And Again.

"Arrgh. I guess I should just act normal this time. Maybe that blonde prick will actually let my day pass before I seriously murder his ass."

The previous few times where Harry had tried to let time proceed as normal had ended up with him cursing Malfoy again, cursing Goyle, cursing Crabbe, cursing the trio together, and attempting to curse Snape.

"Bloody Snape. Should have known that he would have more dueling skills that a first year student."

Snape had conjured up a shield that he had never even heard of to reflect his own spell (The stunning spell, which he had learned from Malfoy.) back at him. His own spell and two others from Snape and Malfoy respectively had stunned him before he could even figure out what was going on.

Harry sighed. He guessed that he wasn't going to be cursing any slimy potions teachers for sometime until he had gotten world champion dueling skills.

Harry made his way down to breakfast.