Plot: Harry Potter's happiness is destroyed. He does something bad, and is now in a lotta trouble.

Time: Hogwarts 2nd Year, before the chamber of secrets mess

Intro:

Harry Potter had a happy jar. It was filled with little notes and encouragements that helped him start and end his day.

If it wasn't for this jar, Harry would have lost it years ago.

Well, he already had. And the mental institution wasn't fun. But it gave him his happy jar.

His happy jar made life worth living.

If it wasn't for that jar, he'd have nothing.

Sure, Harry had friends, but the happy jar was more than that. It had his pills, sweets, and little notes just for him! His aunt mailed refills for everything once a month. That wasn't today though, as it wasn't the end of the month! It was only the first and his shipment came in yesterday.

Harry skipped to the great hall for breakfast. Today, nothing could go wrong!

He sat down chattering excitedly with Hermione and Ron. Ginny was giving him weird looks but he didn't care.

Breakfast finished, but no one noticed when Harry snuck a knife away. Just in case you know? Plus, it was so shiny and sharp!

Then when he went to leave, but then Malfoy's goons dragged him to the center.

"Hey everyone! Look what I just found!" He called, getting everyone's attention. As cool as Hogwarts was, the teachers didn't do much for bullying or harassment. They stood and watched with mild interest. Extreme interest in Snape's case.

"It seems that someone here left something rather important outside their dorm! Isn't that right Pothead?" Malfoy cackled and several other students followed.

"Malfoy, what are you on about? I don't even own much, what could I have left outside?" Harry was thoroughly confused.

"Oh a lil something, like this!" A glass jar was pulled to light. A wrinkled label clearly spelled out 'Harry's Happiness Jar'. It had a pill bottle, several bags of sweets, and a few small folded notes.

Harry gasped and went to grab it back. He was stopped by the two Slytherin goons. "GIVE THAT BACK! GIVE IT BACK NOW!"

"Awww, is itty bitty pothead scared to lose his happiness jar? Do you really need this stupid thing anyway? Who the in the world needs a happiness jar?" Draco mused aloud, with almost everyone laughing.

The Gryfindors knew how dangerous it was to mess with that jar, having had a large meeting after Harry stabbed a fifth years hand with a quill after the guy took a hard candy from the jar. Some tried to get through the large crowd, but were pushed back by the others.

"Oh wait, you! So you know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna destroy yourself happiness. Zabini, Parkinson, would you like to help me?"

"No! No please don't do that! I NEED THAT JAR!"

Ron finally burst through the crowd. "Malfoy! Don't do it! He stabbed someone over that jar! He'll kill y-" He was shoved back out.

"Pft- As if pothead here could hurt a fly! Well, say goodbye to your happiness!"

Breaking glass.

Laughter.

Harry thrashed wildly and screamed in anguish.

Then, something in him started to break.

The buillies dropped him, as he screamed and pulled at his hair. It felt like a glass pane was breaking in his head. Hairline fractures spread across it. Small pieces broke off. As he heard the Slytherin trio stop smashing his special jar to bits, and continue laughing at him, the glass pane broke.

Shakily standing, and pulling the knife from his pocket, Harry lunged at Malfoy. He grabbed the boys collar hard.

Rage overcame his vision, and he stabbed. Hard. Red covered his hands, red covered his face.

People around him started to scream and run away.

Parkinson was next. She had tried to run, but a quick yank of her short hair and a knife to the back of his skull stopped that.

Zabini at least had the forethought to try and push her first and then run. But Harry was a seeker. He was fast as hell. Several stabs to the back finished him.

Harry stood, a loopy smile on his face. Then he began to snap back to reality. The teachers rushed towards him, trying to hold him down as they contacted the Aurors.

"Oh blimey!" he jumped and rushed off. He disappeared into a cleaning closet, quietly panting. "Oh goodness...why did that feel so good..." He whispered, looking at his bloodstained hands, clothes and knife.

His licked his lips, the taste of iron in his mouth.

"What do I do now?"