Past four chapters… kinda felt like it was rushed… but im to lazy to retype them… so im just going to start going into more details... so here on out…. Things are going to be A LOT more graphic… little childerens avert your eyes…. tell me if you think i should go back to the rushed or continue this way. Also, suggestions on what to do to Dean will be nice evil smile I want to make sure he REALLY suffers

BTW: I only own a REALLY messed up mind

Harry raced down the grey stone halls, portraits and armor suits gazing at him as he raced past. He wanted to meld into the shadows and reappear next to the class room door he was suppose to have gone through 12 minutes ago. With all the eyes watching him, who knew who would find out? Ever since that fateful day with Ginny, Harry had become careless. Soaring in the skies with students below, twisting fire in the common room, not to mention letting Dean see him in full hatred. Anyone who knew him as Fang would be able to piece everything together. Those aristocrats had, luckily Solaris had told him what she had saw. He will have to remember to as Lunaris what she has seen tonight.

Harry finally found the door he was looking for and threw himself inside.

"I'm sorry Professor. I got caught up doing other things."

"Take your seat Potter, and do not be late again. 10 points from Gryffindor," everyone in red and gold groaned, a couple even threw things at Harry as he made his was over to Ron. "Wait. Mr. Potter. What happened to your back?"

Harry froze. He hadn't worn the robes he had shifted in, had he? "What do you mean?" Harry was pleading that there was no visible blood or rips.

"Your robes have a few tears in them, and you seem to be bleeding," Dammit, "What exactly were you doing Mr. Potter?"

"I…" Harry scrambled for an excuse, but luckily he didn't have to finish.

"See! Look at his back! Those are clearly made by wings!" Shut up Dean, "Harry is a demon! You have to believe me now!"

"Silence!" the professor had had quite enough, "Mr. Thomas! I will not except such behavior. Now, we all know what happened the other day…

"Then you all know Harry was fucking my bitch at the time? Even if she is a bloody whore?" Dean cut in, anger dripping from his voice. Harry was still frozen so Dean didn't notice the warning sign.

"Mr. Thomas! That is quiet enough! 100 points from Gryffindor!"

"But Harry is a Demon! He probably cast a spell on Ginny to so he could rape her without her fighting!" Harry was shaking in what looked like furry, but he was also fighting for control.

"Detention! Both of you! Mr. Potter you cannot go around beating people to the point they are delusional!"

"I am NOT delusional!"

"Twenty points from Gryffindor!"

By now every Gryffindor was screaming at Dean to shut up. No one noticed Harry's slip in control. No one saw the twitching flesh. No one saw the slight smoke rise from his hands. No one noticed his now red eyes.

Dean went on with cursing both Harry and Ginny, and with every curse towards Ginny, Harry felt his control slip.

"Professor... If you don't mind... I'd like to step out into the hall for a second..." Harry somehow choked it out. Unfortunately, his voice dropped into a demon's growl, his eyes were closed so no one saw his eyes..

Everyone jumped at the deepness in Harry's voice, and the obvious barely controlled anger.

"Of... Of course Mr. Potter," the professor was stunned.

Harry began to storm out, but Dean couldn't keep his trap shut. "Probably off to fuck another whore," he didn't bother to keep his voice down.

Harry froze again, and growled, "I warned you once Dean about calling Ginny names like that."

"I know Potter. That's why from here on out, I'm only going to call her what she really is. A cunt." Everyone gasped. Dean was begging for an ass whooping. And he was going to get one. Infront of a classroom.

Harry didn't care. His blood was already aflame. He turned and launched himself at Dean, shifting as he jumped.

Time seemed to slow down. One second Dean was goading Harry as planned the next, Harry was transforming. Blood spattered as huge leathery wings ripped from Harry's back. A large scaly tail tore from his trousers. Hands and feet turned to long vicious claws. Skin rippled into scales. Harry's face scaled and elongated, forming the muzzle of a dragon or a demon. Jagged spinal blades forced themselves up. Long almost claws protruded from his elbows. But Harry's eyes, were the biggest and most shocking change. They were blood red and yet deep black.

Dean was no longer touching the ground. The scent of rotting flesh filled his nose. Horrendous scales filled his sight, almost. Dean wished he couldn't see those creepy eyes.

"I told you wretch. Never. NEVER call Ginny anything like that again. Obviously the last time I gave you a lesson, you did not learn. This time. You will," such hatred poured out of this demon's mouth, Dean thought he was breathing this things hatered for him. Not to mention the deep earth shattering rummble that was this things voice. The dust faling from the celien told Dean he wasn't imagioning it.

"Nak Tarak Shay Na." Shadows flew from the corners and surounded Dean. Then, Dean was flying. He broke through the wall into the hallway. The pain was emense. He could swear not only his bones, but his veins as well were broken. The demon lurched after him, leaving the stunned classroom. Stones broke under the demon's talons. As well as what was left of Dean's left leg. The demon ignored the thunderous scream of pain, he simply crushed the leg further in his talons and took off.