AN: I just want to say right now that here is where the story takes a very serious turn. If you like Snape, stop reading now. BUT: if everyone absoluteley hates this chapter, I have no problem just rewriting the whole thing in a complletely different direction. I just started writing, and this is what I came up with. And I still want people to tell me whether or not Harrry should be evil. Like, REALLY evil, or just pretend to be evil and kill off Voldie later. Or, if you have a different idea, just review and I promise I will consider it. I love my faithful readers, and I hope I don't drive you away with this chapter.

Disclaim Her: So, like I said, if you hate it, I will rewrite it.

Chapter 19: What will you do?

It was at my detention with Snape that it happened.

I had arrived early, just to make sure that he would have no further reason to deduct points or give out more detentions. It didn't seem to help. Although he had gotten over his shocked stuttering of the previous day, that just made him harder to deal with.

"Potter!"

I gritted my teeth and looked up from the cauldron I was scrubbing.

"Yes?" I tried to convey as much hatred as I could in that one syllable.

"You missed one."

He pointed at a cauldron I knew for a fact that I had just finished with. It was now covered in some kind of viscous liquid that I had no hope of identifying.

"I beg your pardon, sir, but I just cleaned that one."

"Then you will clean it again."

I growled low in my throat.

"I am still unclear about what I got detention for in the first place. Sir."

He sneered.

"You were being disrespectful, though I doubt you would notice, much less care, your ego being as big as it is."

"As I recall, it was you that interrupted me. So I would hardly say that I was the disrespectful one."

"That wil be another detention or your cheek, Potter."

"I suspect an ulterior motive for your lavishing of detentions upon me, sir."

He looked like he was going to explode. "Fine then Potter. Have it your way. Detention for the rest of the month for corrupting one of my students."

"Corrupting!" I stood up, half-scrubbed cauldrons forgotten. "And what do you mean by that?"

"You know damn well what I mean. You have drawn one of my best Slytherins into your...perversions. Not only that, but you have recklessly put him in danger just by getting near him! How many have to die before you will understand-"

I lost it.

I stood up, my eyes glowing. I could literally feel the power around me, and I noticed Snape backing away, sending worried glances at my hands. I looked down, and saw that my fingernails had sharpened into claws. Long, sharp, dangerous claws. I smirked. I could definitely do some damage with these. I took a deep breath, and smelled the fear emanating from the Potions Professor. It felt good.

I turned to look at Snape. And I jumped.

After that, everything became a blur.

HPDM

When I came to, it was a little after the time Snape would have let me out of detention. There was blood on my hands. My claws had become regular fingernails once again, but I knew that if I wanted, I could now bring them out any time I wanted. I looked around the room, taking note of the light spray of blood on the walls. It was not mine, of that I was certain.

Before I had a chance to really figure out what had happened, Ron came into the room.

"Harry, I came to see why you were taking so-"

He stopped. He looked around the room. And then he looked at me.

"Harry...where is Professor Snape?"

It was the first time I had heard him sound even remotely worried for Snape. He even called him Professor.

I looked down at my hands.

"I think I killed him."

Ron went white. I stood up, and he backed away in horror.

"Please...Ron...I don't know what happened. I don't remember..." I glanced at the walls, and my gaze fell on the desk, and the two feet sticking out from behind it. I walked over, and found him. He was dead. There was no way it could be otherwise. His face...

"Did I do that?"

Ron came over and took one look before running off to be sick in the corner. I was barely staying in control myself. I must have stayed there staring at the carnage for twenty minutes.

"Harry..."

I turned around to see that Ron had recovered, though he was still avoiding looking at the body.

"What happened?"

I shook my head. "Not enough. Not enough to give me reason to do this. I think he insulted my parents. Maybe he said something about Draco..." I trailed off, unable to continue in that train of thought. In any train of thought.

"What are you going to do?"

The question took me off guard. I had expected accusations.

"Well, this is it, isn't it? I'll be arrested. Sent to Azkaban for life. That's what they do to murderers, isn't it?"

"Yeah, but this wasn't your fault! You had no control over it! You're a Daemon, that's what they do!"

"Then I'll be classified a dangerous creature and carted away to somewhere where I will no longer be a threat to society, I'm sure. It's hopeless, Ron. I'm done for. The only thing left is to turn myself in."

Ron was growing desperate. "There has to be something you could do!"

I smirked humorlessly. "I could always join Voldemort. He would have no problem with my murderous instincts."

I was joking at the moment, but Ron took me seriously.

"You're right, you know. He wouldn't have a problem, and he would probably be able to keep you out of Azkaban."

I stared at him in shock. The only thing that had kept me from seriously considering switching sides had been the potential loss of Ron's friendship. Now it seemed that even that would not be an obstacle.

"Are you kidding me?" I had to make sure. "I mean, he did kill hundreds of people, possess you sister, and his followers have done numerous nastly things to you and your family. Would you really have no problem with me joining him?"

He was quiet for a moment before answering. "I think anything that would keep you out of Azkaban has my full support at the moment."

"And what about you? If I join the enemy, give them our secrets, lead them in battles against the light, would you fight against me?"

"I don't know."

"And therein lies the problem, doesn't it? Because I will not fight against you."

He looked startled. "You wouldn't?"

"Of course not, idiot. You're my best friend. My first friend, actually."

He looked around at the room once again, uncomfortably. "Let's go somewhere else."

I shook my head. "At this point, I don't think that I should. Anybody in Gryffindor could tell you that I had detention with Snape tonight. If I show up, alive and unharmed, they are going to assume that I had something to do with it."

"So...what's left?"

"I guess I'll spend the night in the shrieking shack. No one would think to look for me there, and I would have time to think."

"Harry...I think you should see if he'll take you."

"I don't know. I need to do something first. I'll be in touch. You know where you can find me."

He nodded. "Goodbye, Harry."

And that was it. In the space of two short hours, my life, such as it was, had been completely destroyed.