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A/N: Thanks to those of you who reviewed. Some of your have been pointing out flaws within the story, sometimes I understand them and sometimes I don't. But I am glad that you are reviewing. More reviews definitely make the story better.
Draco was sitting in Severus chambers, calmly ripping the pages out of an ancient potions book. Somehow, the destruction made him feel better…just a little. He wanted to hurt his father…but nothing he could do would hurt Severus in the way that he had been hurt. The old man seemed to want death, so that was no peace on Draco's mind. The only things Severus seemed to truly care for were his potions books and Harry Potter. The first to go would be the books. He wanted Severus enraged. Then, hopefully, he would be able to so something about Harry Potter.
He surveyed the damage around the room. Pages were scattered all over the place, mixed in a jumble of parchment and ink. Just as soon as he heard the door begin to open, Draco caught the pages on fire with a flick of his wand.
The flames built and as Severus walked into the room, his mouth fell in astonishment. His first thought was that Draco was behind the fire. Rather than going after the books, Severus jumped through the fire after his son. He quickly extinguished the flames and began to look Draco over. The boy seemed unharmed.
"Draco, what happened?" He asked, concerned.
Draco smiled. "I thought you might like it, Severus."
"What are you talking about, Draco?"
"The flames…were so beautiful were they not?"
Severus looked at Draco, trying to decide if the boy was merely behaving like a facetious brat, or if the boy had cracked under the pressure of the past few days.
"Draco, why did you do this?"
Draco smirked. "I was testing you." He paused. "I honestly thought that your first thought would have been your precious books. How ironic that you went for me first. Just what is your agenda, Severus?"
Severus grabbed Draco by the throat and threw him down on the chair near the fire. The rage built within him in a way he had never felt before. To Draco, all of this was some sort of petty game. A game for children. He looked Draco in the eyes, breaking into his mind. Twisting, draining energy.
"How dare you play at being evil, Draco? You know nothing. You behave like a petty jealous child. Why Erasmus chose to give you his gift is something that I cannot begin to fathom. You don't deserve it." Severus broke contact with Draco's eyes and allowed the connection to his son's mind to break.
Draco looked at Severus, enraged. "Is that all you can do, Severus? The Crucio is a much better form of punishment, don't you think? At least that's what your good friend Lucius believed. So, your little mind control trick was nothing."
Severus tossed Draco against the wall with a flick of his wrist. Draco collapsed to the floor and slowly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Quietly, Draco looked up to Severus, a glint in his eye that Severus had never seen the boy capable of.
"Two of us can play that way…" Draco closed his eyes and drew the power of the castle into himself, and slowly, without making the slightest gesture, Severus found himself slowly being sucked into the stone wall behind him.
Severus smiled to himself, in a way, his son was proving himself. In another, his son was gaining knowledge and power fast, and such a thing could be most dangerous. Before Severus felt a bone crack, he deflected the centralized power and stepped out of the wall.
"Bravo, Draco. Well done."
Draco raised an eyebrow at his father.
"I think we've had enough of this for one night." With a sweep of his arm, Severus righted the room, the books were replaced, the wall unblemished. "I think, Draco, that if you truly wanted to hurt me, you would have. There is no sense in you wasting this amount of energy if you are not going to use it for more than parlor tricks."
Draco jumped up from the chair and slashed Severus across the face.
"It's about time you drew blood, boy."
Severus merely smiled at Draco and went into his bed chamber, closing the door behind. Draco stood there, stunned.
The following morning, Harry woke, having to shut his eyes tight against the light of the morning. He was beginning to hate mornings. Quickly, he grabbed the potion from the table beside his bed and took a sip, almost immediately; the light became a bit more bearable.
He got out of bed, grabbed some clothes from his trunk, and quickly dressed. He was nervous. Not scared, but rather wary.
Once he made it to the Great Hall, he quietly sat down beside Hermione.
Hermione looked at Harry for a moment, and decided that something was definitely wrong.
"Harry, are you alright?" She asked.
Harry sighed and shook his head. "Last night wasn't good, Hermione. I can feel it. I'm changing."
"Harry, we all change."
"Not like this, Hermione." He looked around quickly, making sure that no one was watching. "I attacked Snape last night."
"What?"
Harry shrugged. "I don't know what came over me. It was almost as if everything that had happened to my parents suddenly hit me at once. Everything that Snape did to help Voldemort, and I lost control."
Hermione looked at Harry in shock. She never would have expected him to attack a teacher.
"Then what, Harry. Are you going to be expelled?"
Harry smiled. Leave it to Hermione to worry about school. "No, Hermione. Snape strangely seemed to expect it. All of this is happening too fast. I feel myself becoming cold, and I don't know how to stop it. Snape just let me get everything out of my system. But I suppose what bothers me most is that when I was hitting him, I enjoyed it."
Hermione stared at Harry in shock.
"Hermione, I know, I know I'm not myself. The old Harry would never have threatened a teacher, let alone told them if he heard anymore lies that the teacher would need to expect to be tortured for eternity. I just don't know anymore Hermione."
Hermione recovered quickly. "At least Professor Snape wasn't hurt. You have to remember, sometimes when we really get angry, we say things we don't mean. That doesn't make you a bad person, Harry."
"That's just it, Hermione. I did mean it. I meant it all. Before I went to bed, I planned in my mind what could happen. It scares me, Hermione. But to be perfectly honest, I kind of like it."