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Chapter 6
"That's It! I'm out of here!" Harry growled as he stalked into his room, grabbed his broom and began to stalk down the stairs.
The fire will consume everything it touches, but in it's place is new life. Clean and Pure.
As Harry stalked down the stairs he was met with the entire Weasley Clan staring at him.
"Get out of my way." Harry growled viciously towards them. Then he shoved his way through the crowd and stalked to the door with his broom in hand.
"Cub? Will you stay and talk to us about it?" A concerned Remus asked as he grabbed for Harry's arm.
In the background Hermione gasped then wimpered.
"I'm not your 'cub' now leave me alone" A furious Harry snarled as he renched his arm away from Remus' grasp and stormed out the door with his broom.
"Harry Wait!" Ginny shouted just as Harry was about to mount his broom.
"What do you want Gin?" an exasperated Harry sighed as he got off his broom and turned to face her.
"You can't just storm out of the house after being so rude! And especially after you hurt Ron! Go apologize NOW!" Ginny scolded harshly.
'Who does she think she is? My Mother? My mother is dead!' Harry thought as he gritted his teeth.
"What are you waiting for Harry? Go apologize now!"
That was all Harry had to hear before he exploded. "You are not my mother Ginny! My mother is dead! Just leave me ALONE! And I will not apologize to that pathetic little eavesdropper!" Harry screamed in her face.
"You don't need to yell at me! What have I done to you? I'm just saying you should go apologize to Ron. I hate it when my brother and my boyfriend fight….gasp! I'm soooo sorry I said that Harry… I don't know what came over me… I… um what I'm trying to say is… um would you like to go out with me?"
"I'm sorry Ginny but there is no way in hell I would ever go out with you. If not because you try to act like my mother, because you are more like my sister than anything."
"But everyone knows we're meant to be together!" Ginny yelled forcefully.
Harry's core was in turmoil. The flames licked at him and spurred him on. His magic wasn't helping to dampen the flames and neither was Harry. He was just that mad. 'Who the hell does she think she IS?!'
"Who the hell do you think you ARE?! There is no way in the seven hells that I would ever want to go out with you! Just leave me alone you bossy brat!" Harry yelled in her face.
His core was in flames and he just wanted to run, run away from this life that he had no say in. Run to a place where his fire would be tame and smolder in peace and he wouldn't have to worry about sadistic madmen hunting him. He just wanted to be alone.
"Wh-why I thought you loved me… sniff…sob… waaaa" Ginny cried out as she launched herself back into the house and most likely bolted up the stairs to her room. If the loud resonating *slam* was anything to go by.
All Harry can see is red. He is furious but he can sense a fiery red core charging towards him and his core builds barriers around him for what he knows is going to be a massive explosion.
Ron is seen stumbling out of the house with an enraged, determined look on his face and roared "What the fuck did you do to my little sister, you freak?!" as he ran over to Harry and attempted to punch him.
Ron's punch is intercepted by Harry's wards and then he is flung across the yard and into the fence by the following burst of magic.
Onlookers would have said that Harry was alight with fire, a burning terror and some would have said that a god had just been born.
The dam had burst and the magical Fire had escaped and surrounded Harry like multiple burning tails, hanging protectively around him, prepared to lash out at the smallest disturbance. He looked like a god of wrath of retribution and justice.
And then he was gone, flying over the surrounding countryside towards the oncoming forests of Iell on his firebolt.
His broom had changed when it came in contact with the incinerating magical fire.
It had become black in color but if you looked closely you could see a burning fire under the surface.
The end of the broom, which was usually made of fitted twigs, was now a burning inferno that followed Harry like a comet's tail.
A God is born from the ashes of old, He rose from the ashes to burn the world and create a green, pure world in its place.
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