Crazed

Slughorn. Ginny. Those two names rang through his thoughts, egging on the monster buried deep inside his very soul. It licked at the surface, clawing through his skin. He feared he would lose control, but part of him welcomed it as he did with the silence of the forbidden forest. He stood in a tree, soaked in the blood of a unicorn. His eyes lingered on the silvery substance, and then shifted towards his hand that was also covered in it. His gaze was crazed, and a slight smile parted his lips. The breath from his lungs seeped out into the night's air as steam which made the raven appear to be breathing fire.

A wolf cried out in the distance of the Forbidden Forest, making Harry shiver in delight. Oh the sad cry of a wolf pleading for a mate caused him to laugh in glee. At least someone knew his pain. At least someone was tired of waiting for what was rightfully his.

Harry didn't mind being single, part of him preferred it. He was longing for freedom. Never in his life had he wanted something so bad. Just thinking of being able to do something when he wanted to without question had his thoughts running wild. Of course when he thought of reality he knew he wouldn't be able to do anything of the sort.

"Chaos," he whispered into the night as his bloodied hand gripped onto a branch and he jumped down from the tree. "I plead that you help me." His voice held so much sadness that it equaled the wolf cries of the many wolves around him. They held his sorrow close to his heart. The beasts felt his pain, and took sympathy towards him. "Guide me," he pleaded. . He didn't know what else to do. He had so much on his plate as it was with all the training, and the upcoming war against Voldemort. If he was even fighting in it. He was so tired of fighting, well being the only one fighting that was. He had been fighting ever since the Dursley's were 'granted' the gift of being Harry's guardians. Ever since his parents had died he had been fighting to stay alive. Fighting to prove himself of what? That even though it was his mother's sacrifice that saved him, he had to prove that he, just a few months of being sixteen, was strong enough to vanquish the Dark Lord. To kill. He would be a murderer, and he would be praised for it.

The book levitated from its spot on the ground up to his height. After hearing of what Ginny and Slughorn had been doing, he didn't know what to do. He had spent the entire day in the Room of Requirement contemplating his next move. If he had been doing such in his dorm, the Gryffindor House would be greeted with a half crazed Harry Potter with glowing eyes and veins the color of black ink. His face had become ashen, and cheeks hollow. Harry had scared himself looking into the mirrors the lined the walls of the room.

He had been lost until he had seen the book. It had followed him. Chaos had extended her hand to him and the book whispered directions of what to do. Go to the forest, it had said. Kill the purest of beings. Salvage the silver blood.

And so he had done that. His appearance had turned back to normal once he was out in the corridors of Hogwarts. He wasted no time talking, or even glancing, as he started towards the forest that was clouded with fog and the night.

It didn't take him long to find a unicorn. He knew he was committing a vicious crime, but if he were to be a murderer in his near future why not start now? The voice told him to kill it with his bare hands and so he did. He snapped its horn, watching the animal turning into a crazed beast that set its rage onto him. As it charged towards him, he felt a strength come over him. He grabbed the unicorn by its neck, digging his nails into its flesh. Flinging it to the ground, he smiled at the power coursing through his veins and laughed at the final snap of the horses neck. His index finger dug into the skin a lot deeper than he thought he could ever do.

A vial had somehow appeared right in front of his nose. He grinned, harvesting the blood as the voice whispered for him to do then pocketed it with a protective spell on it so it didn't break.

Now he gazed at the contents within the pages of the book. He was performing the Shadow of Erebus. Erebus was the god of darkness. One to be feared in Harry's opinion. The ritual would make it to where a shadow of the darkest of creatures would frolic to the two perpetrators that thought they could deceive his love. One of the creatures, to Harry's liking, was a Satyr. They were the representation of the male side of nature. Their sex drive was a furious level unknown to any mortal. Well it was known, however no one survived a session with one of them.

He read over the ritual, a knife appearing out of thin air. The unicorn blood had to be harvested by bare hand, and the magicians blood harvested by knife. He read the words over and over again until he basically knew it by heart. He then faced the opening of the forests, the wolves cries echoing in the distance.

"Erebus, God of all that is Dark, I call to thee," he spoke loudly into the night. The winds picked up, and he felt a hand on his shoulder guiding him and giving him strength. "I give you this sacrifice. The death of one so pure," he glanced at the fallen unicorn. "I give you my blood," he took the knife and slit his wrist, "as a token of gratitude and payment." He allowed the crimson liquid to fall to the forest's floor. "I ask, plead, that you give these two souls the fate they deserve. Ginny Weasley and Horace Slunghorn." He heard a breathing in the air, and the touch leave him alone in the darkness of the forest. All that was left was the tingling of his tattoo under his tank top. The tattoo that was of two arrows crossed. One gold and one silver.

He span in a circle, the tingling from the cut subsiding. "So now it begins," he grinned wickedly. His glamour fell from his body, the hollowness from his cheeks turning back to normal. His veins disappearing, and his glowing eyes back to their vivid emerald hue.

A lone figure watched the silhouette of Harry Potter stalk the grounds of Hogwarts. He was situated in the astronomy towards, flute in hand. A presence tickled his back, and he wondered what exactly Eros and Chaos were plotting for the young warrior. He spotted the book within Harry's hand, sighing. That book held so many goods and evils he didn't know where the line was drawn. Of course what was good and evil anyway? Both sides had enough of the two to be just neutral.

He brought his flute to his lips, playing a soft tune into the night. He watched as Harry stopped at the sound, and if he wasn't mistaken the raven was looking up at the tower where Zane had sat.

A smile played on Zane's features and he waved. There was that awkward shift that Harry always did when he didn't know what to do. The gesture made him chuckle softly. So he played the flute once again, watching as Harry waved back before sprinting towards the castle in embarrassment. Or so he thought.

Zane's laugh forced him to stop his music. Harry was so cute when he was- Wait! Zane sat straighter against the brick of the castle. Did he just think that? His mouth parted in awe, then he bit his bottom lip in contemplation. He knew he feelings for Harry, but he was still in mourning of Anthony. He loved the man dearly, but Harry was something new. Something that he was eager to sink his nails into.

A wave of heat flushed his cheeks and he stood abruptly, gripping the flute until his knuckles were white. There was a tightness in his pants that was an all too real erection. He groaned in frustration. Zane used to have sex daily, but now his only option was being best friends with his hand. That friendship was starting to die out though. He yearned to feel a cock within his depths. But not just any. He wanted Harry's. Was it bad to yearn for something so close to his own that he could just imagine what it felt like? Was it wrong to dream of sinful scenes that would send him straight to Hades domain? He didn't care, though, if he did.

He hummed in bliss, starting down the staircase towards the ground floor. His cloak brushed up against the stone stairs, the sound soothing him. It reminded him of back home where his mother wore cloaks as if they were life preservers. He missed his family dearly. His mother wrote to him every day, but his responses didn't seem to ease any of it.

As he emerged into the nearly empty corridors, Zane caught sight of Rafaella sitting on her lonesome with a tarantula in her hands. "You were the one who sent those spiders on Ron, weren't you?" he questioned with an awestruck look.

"You sound surprised," she answered with a sigh. They both watched the spider crawl out of her hands and onto the ledge she was sitting on.

Zane took a seat next to her, mindful of the spider. "What's wrong?" he asked with his forehead etched in worry.

She stayed silent, not daring to speak. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes, but he knew better.

"What's wrong?" Zane repeated.

She wiped at her nose with the back of her hand. "Remember what I told you about my ma?"

Zane looked puzzled, and tried to figure out what exactly she was trying to say. He thought back to every conversation she had with her about Rafaella's mother. It all came up blank. "No," he answered truthfully.

"Harry's prophecy," she breathed. "It wasn't real. It was fake." Zane's eyes widened, but he could tell she wasn't finished. She struggled with her next words. "His prophecy was compiled of lines from different prophecies from around the world."

"Shouldn't you be telling Harry this?" He felt stupid even asking that. He was a child of Apollo for a reason. Harry had to figure it out however fate told him to.

She smiled softly at the recognition in his eyes. "In my prophecy it says 'neither can live while the other survives…'"

The memory struck Zane like a blast of Zeus' lightening bolt. "She killed her," he breathed with teary eyes. Zane stood, standing in front of Rafaella. He put his hands on her shoulders, a tear falling from his cheek. "Your obliviation spell wore off," he stated.

"She wasn't my mother, Zane," she sniffled. "She was a fucking decoy! Why didn't you tell me?"

Zane's tongue went dry. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes. "When you found out what was going to happen," he paused, chewing on his lip. "You told me to never tell anyone of what you were doing. Not even you. You still had the prophecy in your head when you decided to erase that memory, but to the naivety to the spell you thought for these few years that your mother- I mean guardian was alive." He watched her expression change from angry to complete sadness. "You told me not to tell you until the spell wore off." He sighed, pulling the girl into a hug. She sobbed quietly. "Remember she wasn't your mother. Your real one will be here in a week for Quidditch, and so will your dad."

He could feel the anxiety piling atop the sorrow she was feeling.

The Gryffindor common room was silent as Harry strutted into his house. Neville and some Children of Apollo were sitting near the fire talking of the upcoming ceremonies. Neville seemed at home. He seemed free now that he had some people to talk to other than his cruel housemates. It warmed Harry's heart that was slowly icing over into darkness.

Harry then switched his gaze to the others in the room. There was Ron, glaring at him from afar with his wand tightly in his hands. Hermione sat next to him with her nose buried in a book, however Harry could see her glancing up at him every so often. Then there was Ginny. She watched him with tears in her eyes.

"Ginny dear," he smiled with it barely touching his eyes. "I must say you look ravishing."

He saw her blush. She wouldn't be for long, he though with a smile.

"Thank you Harry," she smiled. "It's so nice to have such a kind boyfriend."

"Unfortunately," he approached with sadness on his features. He saw both of his 'friends' relax and look up at him with hope. "I won't be able to sing you to sleep tonight. Larila and Nico need me for tomorrow's ceremonies." He glanced over at Neville and winked. "But I would like to give you a present for the way I acted earlier." He frowned as the redhead stood. "I shouldn't ever talk to a lady such as you like that." He pulled out a bottle from his cloak, smiling. It hurt his features to do just that.

"What is it, my dear?" Ginny asked in a gushing voice.

"Perfume," he answered. "It's an enchanted perfume that adapts to the smellers wants."

"Oh my!" she exclaimed with a jump. She grabbed the bottle from his hands, immediately spraying it on herself. To him it smelt of the Quidditch field, but not the least bit enchanting. He then did something that made him want to puke. He kissed on the cheek, backing away. "Where are you going?" she asked in concern.

"To help Mentor Larila and Nico," he responded. "I shall see you again, my love."

He exited the common room. It wasn't long before he heard footsteps. Harry turned, seeing Neville.

"Are you out of your mind, Harry?" he questioned.

The raven didn't something the other boy didn't expect. He laughed. "Of course!" he exclaimed with his body slacking slightly. "Why wouldn't I be?" he cackled.

"What did you give her?"

Harry smiled viciously. "Unicorn blood to speed up the process."

"What does-"

"Pure blood attracts the beast. Chaos told me so," he laughed.

Neville became pale. "May Zeus protect us."

OMG! A very belated update. The fault is all my own because I had a face book without my parents knowing. That resulted in a huge argument and then my computer taken away. Then school started, I'm part of a school production, and I'm re-evaluating my friendships. Broke up with my best friend so to speak. WOOOOOOO! And I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Review. I'll get another chapter up asap. Hopefully it'll be longer.

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Reebs