I do not own Harry Potter.
"Hey Potter, how's your head? Seeing any visions lately? Does poor dead Cedric visit you in you nightmares? " Malfoy taunted. It was three days later and the Slytherins and Gryffindors were waiting by the Potions classroom, for Snape to come and open the door.
Harry's heart started pounding like a drum, and his vision clouded. He was FUMING. Why couldn't Malfoy leave him alone?
Harry turned around to face the blonde Slytherin, whose sneer slid off his face when he saw the expression Harry was wearing.
"Harry, what are you doing?" Hermione asked, a note of fear in her voice.
"C'mon, it's only Malfoy." Ron said.
Harry suddenly lunged at the other boy and knocked him to the floor.
Harry pressed his wand against Malfoy's pale throat, and the fear in his eyes satisfied some of Harry's hunger to hurt the boy. Harry leaned down and whispered in Malfoy's ear,"If you believe I am crazy, Malfoy, why do you continue to push me? You never know what a crazy person will do."
Harry jabbed his wand harder into the taunt muscles in Malfoy's neck, savoring his sudden intake of breath at the pain. Harry rather liked this feeling, the feeling of being in control. He would squash this worthless cockroach right now. Harry opened his mouth to perform a curse, but before he could, Hermione grabbed the wand out of his hand, and Ron dragged him off Malfoy.
They brought him onto an empty classroom. Harry slumped against the wall, and put his head in his hands. The feeling of control had gone now, replaced by fear, because he had felt Voldemort's desire to cause suffering inside him again.
What was he about to do to Malfoy? Kill him? Harry shuddered.
"Harry?" Hermione said shrilly. "Are you okay?"
She was afraid by the look she had seen in his eyes; dark, cold and heatless.
"I am crazy," Harry mumbled. "I'm insane. I can't control myself anymore!"
There was a burning in Harry's throat; he didn't want to be a killer!
"Voldemort is winning. " Harry's voice broke, and he squeezed his eyes closed.
Hermione suddenly sat next to him, and hugged him, the holly wand still clutched in her hand.
Ron sat on Harry's other side, and put his hand on Harry's shoulder.
"We'll always be here for you, Harry," Hermione whispered fiercely. "Who cares what people say? Remember, we're always here,"
"Yeah, and you'll never be like You-Know-Who." Ron grinned. "You're too good."
The three friends stayed there for quite a while, sitting together, watching the sun set through the window. As the shadows started creeping towards them, Harry finally rose. Hermione gripped his hand firmly, and Ron followed them out. The corridors were gloriously empty, meaning that Harry didn't need to endure any stares until they got to the common room.