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Chapter 8 – Harry's fucked up mind

Kasmire quickly ran up the stairs, two at a time, and came to a stop in front of Harry's door. It had been a while since he had experienced physical exercise. He shuddered at the thought.

Outside he heard the battle raging on, and knew he had to hurry up. He paused, and taking a breath opened the door.

Harry was inside, asleep where he had left him. With a wave of his wand, Harry woke up startled.

"Huh? What?" He searched for his glasses, and put them on. Slowly he focused on the form of Kasmire.

"Where am I?" He asked, still in a confused state of mind.

Kasmire just nodded at Harry. "This is going to hurt a bit," He warned.

"What the fuck? No stop!"

"No time for that, Harry. Legilimens!"

Kasmire entered his mind, fuelled by urgency. He had figured out what to do from the rare Hogwarts books. And now all that he needed was will power. Something he had in spades.

He quickly got past the feeble blocks Harry attempted to build, and he tore through until he got to the white empty space. A quick random spell, and the doors appeared.

Now he knew what to do.

He was going to do it.

"Harry! Harry, where are you!"

"Right here," A cold voice answered. Kasmire turned, still a bit in disarray from his legilimency attack.

"Do you know what to do?"

Kasmire nodded.

"Good. Don't waste time. Do it."

Kasmire nodded again. He turned away from Harry, and entered a random door. Inside was another white space filled with doors, just like the one he had left.

He looked around. He knew what this kind of trap was.

The book had described it in great detail, filled with many diagrams. The author had helped him beyond his wildest dreams, and Kasmire took full advantage of his knowledge.

Most curses can be stopped with shields. One curse however could not. Kasmire hesitated, wondering if he was doing the right thing.

Since when was I a moralist?

He took aim at a door, and said in a deep resigned voice, "Avada Kedavra!"

The green light shot out of his wand, and hit the door with a bang. A deep scorch mark shown where the curse had hit. Kasmire frowned in confusion, and then smiled in victory.

Cracks.

Cracks formed on the door surrounding the scorch mark, like a web. When Kasmire leaned closer he saw that the mark was in the shape of a lightning bolt.

Ironic?

Kasmire kind of felt bad about destroying Harry's personality. But it had to be done. Pussy!Harry had to die so the big bad Harry can come out to play after all.

And then it happened. The door broke, and a dark hole appeared. It sucked everything in, all the white space, the doors, everything.

Except Kasmire. Kasmire was not of this mind, so he could stay and watch. He watched Harry's mind collapsing on itself, all the blocks, all the memory tricks. They all disappeared.

Harry's mind was destroyed.

In the end all that was left was a black hole, and out of it Harry appeared.

He looked as baddass as ever, a cold smirk playing on his lips. He gave a slight nod to Kasmire, "Good job, Kasmire. Now leave!"

Kasmire, for all his mental strength, was simply no match for Harry. He felt like a torpedo had hit him, propelling him out of Harry's mind.

Harry had fell to his knees, while Kasmire was thrown across the dingy room. The room lay still in darkness.

Harry opened his eyes, strong green eyes. He got up slowly, shaking the dust off his robes. A quick wave of his wand, and it changed to his usual outfit.

Grey.

What a wonderful color. A neutral color. Harry was anything but neutral now. He came out of the building, dressed in grey track pants, and a grey tee-shirt.

Simple. Grey. Nuetral. Harry was not neutral.

The exhausted aurors, grinning like maniacs took out the last of the vampires. Wow, they would all get awards for this, the biggest coup since Voldemort's lair.

Hundreds of captures wolves and vampires, tied in steel ropes lay on the broken down street. A few of the specialist aurors were trying to break the wards surrounding the building. They would have to call the cursebreakers for that.

Tonks was congratulating everyone she came across. Sweat gleaned her face, but her sparkling eyes showed her true happiness. She was definitely going to get an award for this coup.

She took a moment to compose herself, and ordered the aurors to secure the alley. They scattered like flies, searching every nook and cranny for dark resistance. They would meet none.

Tonks took a walk. Her thoughts straying towards Harry, and what she had done for the greater good. The order had decided they would block of Harry's mind, with all of his painful memories. It was for the good of all, nobody could survive Harry's experiences and not turn dark. Tonks had not had a great part to play in that scheme, but she was as responsible as any other.

She often asked herself if she had done the right thing, and she did so now. Only this time outloud. There was nobody nearby and Tonks liked to think aloud. It helped her focus. Of course she was not expecting anyone to answer her.

"No, Tonks. I don't think you did." The grey figure came out of the side door of the headquarters, he looked like a ghost. In fact Tonks was sure he was a ghost.

"Harry?"

"Yes."

"Wha-?"

"Imperio."

Sorry about small chapter, but this is a big part of the story. Now the story will take a bit different turn, eh? Evil grin
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