Insanity!

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Draco and Harry woke up early the next morning. Harry stretched in bed like a cat, allowing Draco a nice view of his ass. Harry sat up, a smile on his face.

"I forgot to ask, how is Neville?" Harry questioned, grinning. During their third year summer, Neville Longbottom and his parents got into a major argument about something (which remains unknown), and he Crucio them into insanity. Of course, Neville was taken to Azkaban for the sentence of five years because he didn't kill them, and was still considered a minor. Because Draco had connections with the Ministry, several times he was allowed to see Neville. The young Longbottom was quite dark when it came to tortures. Last Draco had spoken to his friend was a week before the return to Hogwarts.

"He's doing quite well actually. Needs proper food and clothing, but otherwise is good. He scared the Dementors away with his laugh that rivals Auntie Bella's. Scary really," Draco informed. Harry nodded his head. They dressed, and hurried downstairs only to find Fred and George making out. To the younger boys, it seemed erotic that the twins were snogging the life out of each other on the Slytherin couch where they could be caught any minute. Harry and Draco couldn't bring themselves to speak for it seemed this scene before them was forbidden to everyone, but the pranksters didn't care. They were Loki incarnated.

Draco was turned around, and was kissed by Harry who had a slight blush on his cheeks. Draco replied back to the kiss, wrapping his arms around Harry's neck, both closing their eyes, and grinding against each other for some sort of friction. Even though Draco was on the next step higher than Harry who was two inches taller than Draco who was a mere 5'6", they had no problems with the actions. Of course, they had to keep themselves from moaning or else alert the Twins of their presence, and ruin this erotic moment.

Harry's and Draco's tongue meet, and they kissed more feverishly, Harry's left hand pushing Draco's head further into the kiss while the right hand was settled on Draco's lower back, making the grinding more harder. They were close, so close to their release it drove the two mad with lust.

"DRACO MALFOY! HARRY LESTRANGE! FRED AND GEORGE SNAPE!"

Harry and Draco broke out of their lust instantly, but fell down the rest of the staircase (which wasn't much). They landed at the bottom, and rubbed their sore spots, looking up at Professor Snape who had a blush on his face. What could a teacher do catching his students and adopted sons snogging and rubbing against each other?

"Get down to the Great Hall for breakfast now or else you have to write a twelve foot long essay about how to control your hormones," Severus threatened. With seconds the common room was empty save for him. He shook his head. He hated fifth years the most because of the raging hormones. Salazar help him.

Half-way to the Great Hall the boys finally stopped, their arousals gone. They rested against the stone wall to regain their energy.

"Sometimes Dad comes in on the worst time," Fred commented.

"Agreed. Or, we can get him together with another male," George added.

"Or you two shouldn't snog in the common room," Draco mumbled.

"You weren't complaining a minute ago when Harry was grinding against you," George counter-attacked.

"Harry?" Fred spoke. The three looked at their friend who was sitting on the floor, his pupils faded as though he was blind.

In his mind, Harry saw students running down the corridors, shouting spells at the Death Eaters who countered with forbidden spells of their own. He watched as Fred, George, Ron, Hermione, Percy and himself were chased down the corridor until they stopped, and fought back.

"You're joking, Perce!" shouted Fred as the Death Eater he was battling collapsed under the weight of three separate Stunning All over him; he seemed to be turning into some form of sea urchin. Fred looked at Percy with glee.

"You actually are joking, Perce. . . . I don't think I've heard you joke since you were --"

The air exploded. They had been grouped together, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, and Percy, the two Death Eaters at their feet, one Stunned, the other Transfigured; and in that fragment of a moment, when danger seemed temporarily at bay, the world was rent apart. Harry felt himself flying though the air, and all he could do was hold as tightly as possible to that thin stick of wood that was his one and only weapon, and shield his head in his arms: He heard the screams and tells of his companions without a hope of knowing what had happened to them --

And then the world resolved itself into pain and semidarkness: He was half buried in the wreckage of a corridor that had been subjected to a terrible attack. Cold air told him that the side of castle had been blown away, and hot stickiness on his cheek told him that he was bleeding copiously...... Then he heard a terrible cry that pulled at his insides, that expressed agony of a kind neither flame nor curse could cause, and he stood up, swaying, more frightened than he had been that day, more frightened, perhaps, than he had been in his life. . . .

And Hermione was struggling to her feet in the wreckage, and three redheaded men were grouped on the ground where the wall had blasted apart. Harry grabbed Hermione's hand as they staggered and stumbled over stone and wood.

"No -- no --no!" someone was shouting. "No! Fred! No!"

And Percy was shaking his brother, and Ron was kneeling beside them, and Fred's eyes stared without seeing, the ghost of his last laugh still etched upon his face.

Harry was snapped out of the trance when Fred slapped him hard across the face, bringing him back to reality. The young Lestrange's pupils returned, and he started to cry, grabbing onto Fred, and held onto the twin tightly. Draco and George exchanged looks, wondering what was up with Harry. Fred cuddled Harry tightly, rubbing his back to ease the boy.

"I saw you die," Harry whispered. Fred's eyes widen, a small smile crossed his face.

"I'm not dead Harry, I'm still alive. What happened?" Fred questioned, holding the hold boy tighter. It took Harry a few minutes to calm down before he was able to speak clearly again.

"It was a battle. Death Eaters were trying to kill George, Ron, Hermione, Percy, you and myself. An explosion came, and you died." Fred pulled Harry back, and wiped off the rest of his tears, kissing his forehead.

"Harry, I'm alive. It will never happen, I promise." Harry nodded his head, calmed down now. "Now, let's go get some breakfast." The boy smiled. Fred chuckled, and helped Harry up, wrapping an arm around his shoulders as he laid his head on Fred's shoulder. Fred looked at his twin, and nodded his head, a silent communication between the two. Whatever caused Harry to cry was bad enough for never did he cry about anything before hand. Silently, and slowly, the boys made their way to the Great Hall. Although he faded out for a few seconds in the real world, it seemed like minutes for him. However, Lady Fates were not so kind.

As soon as Harry stepped into the Great Hall, his pupils faded once more, and the only thing holding him up was Fred.

"NOT MY DAUGHTER, YOU BITCH!"

Mrs. Weasley threw off her cloak as she ran, freeing her arms. Bellatrix spin on the spot, roaring with laughter at the sight of her new challenger.

"OUT OF MY WAY!" shouted Mrs. Weasley to Ginny, Hermione and Luna. With a swipe of her wand she began to duel. Harry watched with terror and elation as Molly Weasley's wand slashed and twirled, and Bellatrix Lestrange's smile faltered and became a snarl. Jets of light flew from both wands, the floor around the witches feet became hot and cracked; both woman were fighting to kill.

"No!" Mrs. Weasley cried as a few students ran forward, trying to come to her aid. "Get back! Get back! She is mine!"

Hundreds of people now lined the walls, watching the two fights, Voldemort fighting McGonagall, Slughorn, and Kingsley.

"What will happen to your children when I've killed you?" taunted Bellatrix, as mad as her master, capering as Molly's curses danced around her. "When Mummy's gone the same way as Freddie?"

"You -- will -- never -- touch -- our -- children -- again!" screamed Mrs..... Weasley.

Bellatrix laughed. Molly's curse soared beneath Bellatrix's outstretched arm and hit her squarely in the chest, directly over her heart. Bellatrix's gloating smile froze, her eyes seemed to bulge: For the tiniest space of time she knew what had happened, and then she toppled, and the watching crowd roared, and Voldemort screamed.

"Harry?!" George called, about to slap the poor boy. Harry's pupil's came back, and for a second, he stood there before turning, and ran away from the Great Hall with great speed. Fred, George, and Draco stood there for a few seconds longer before running to chase their friend. This action caught the eye of Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Snape. Without hesitation, Severus stood from his place at the table, and ran after his students. Dumbledore and McGonagall looked at each other for a moment before getting up to find out what the problem was. They never had a problem with Harry, Draco, or Fred and George before, but this seemed serious.

Harry didn't know where he was going, but he ran, and kept running, away from what he just saw. Was it a vision? Why was his mother fighting Molly Weasley? Harry knew his mother would never curse someone unless for good reason, and when she did, those curses were dangerous and bloody, often more forbidden than the last. Why did he Fred die by Death Eaters? Did Lord Voldemort turn on them? Or was it just the Death Eaters? Why was Hermione and Ron with them? Where was Draco in the midst? Ever since their first meeting on the train, Hermione and Ron never spoke to Harry or Draco unless it was necessary (which was rare).

Harry Lestrange stopped, and his eyes widen. Did those visions come because there were suppose to happen if he was never taken in by the Lestranges'? He shook his head. He didn't want to think what would happen if he didn't. The thought alone scared him. Harry turned his head, and found himself in front of the Defense Against the Dark Arts room door. A smile crossed his face. He loved this room. It was his favorite class even though they had a different teacher every year.

First year, Professor Quirrel had died when the soul of Lord Voldemort left his body because his own soul could not regain possession. Gilderoy Lockhart had died during the second year for trying to defeat the basilisk alone, but failed when he looked into the snake's eyes. Remus Lupin, third year, was one of the best DADA teacher's, but quit because of the new law stating no werewolf was allowed to teach; some of the students found out about his condition, and told the parents that became outraged.

Fourth year, Mad-Eye Moody (even though it was Barty Crouch Jr in disguise) was interesting until Dumbledore caught him at the end of the year for trying to steal some very important objects. Harry wondered who would be the teacher for this year? Grabbing the doorknob, he turned it, and pushed open the door only to find something that caused true horror to any Slytherin.

Pink. The room was pink. Pink. Professor Umbridge had charmed a yellow duster to clean off any remaining dust. The toad-like woman was glancing around the room, making sure everything was set for first class. She looked up, and smiled (or what seemed to be a smile) at Harry.

"Good morning deary, what are you doing here so early?" she asked softly.

"Good morning Professor. I was just taking a walk. May I ask what did you do to the classroom?" Harry replied, trying to keep his left eye from twitching. Even when Lockhart decorated the room in portraits of himself, it wasn't as disturbing as this was. It was as if Umbridge had made the classroom her home!

"Well, I am planning to teach the basics of the Defense Against the Dark Arts." Harry felt a headache coming on. He wanted to argue back, but what was going on right now, he dared not. He clinched his head, feeling dizzy as he leaned in against a desk, feel sweat trying to form on his forehead. What was wrong with him?

"Harry?"

The boy turned around to find Professor Dumbledore standing there with McGonagall, Snape, Fred, Draco and George. The Headmaster stepped forward to place a hand on Harry's shoulder. What Dumbledore said next went unheard as Harry's pupils faded for the third time that morning.

"Do you -- do you think I want to -- do you think I give a -- I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU'VE GOT TO SAY!" Harry roared. "I don't want to hear anything you've got to say!"

"You will," said Dumbledore sadly. "Because you are not nearly as angry with me as you ought to be. If you are to attack me, as I know you are close to doing, I would like to have it thoroughly earned it."

"What are you talking --?"

"It is my fault that Sirius died," said Dumbledore clearly. More visions came, and showed everything that would happen to Harry if he had never been taken in by Rodolphus and Bellatrix. Nothing, but waste less death, chaos, destruction.

Harry came back to reality a moment later, but his pupils slipped into slits. Nobody could have predicted what happened next as Harry blasted Dumbledore away from him, a grin on his face. His eye colored changed from a brilliant emerald green to a dark ruby red which scared McGonagall. The air around Harry crackled like lightning, his aura glowed a hazy blood red. Harry glanced at Umbridge who was pressed against the wall as if trying to get away. He hissed something, and waved his hand at her; an invisible pull grabbed Dolores, and threw her out the window without her wand. Everyone in the castle went silent as they heard a very girly scream came before Umbridge fell on top of a roof with a thud.

Harry turned his attention to Dumbledore, and just smiled. He hissed something, ad chuckled darkly. Fred's, George's, and Draco's eyes widen, fear clearly seen in their eyes.

"Harry, don't do that!" George shouted, having to be held back by Fred. For years Harry had taught them how to speak Parseltongue although they weren't as fluent as he was.

"What did he say?" Snape questioned.

"He summoned -- oh shit -- too late!" The grounds of Hogwarts started to shake, causing students and teachers to cling to the nearest solid object that wouldn't fall on them. In the DADA room, the floor cracked open, and a large scaled body came forth, coiling its way around Harry's body leaving only enough room for the viewers to see him from the chest up. The head floated next to Harry's. It was the basilisk from the Chamber of Secrets. The King of Snakes' pet. Harry hissed something again.

"What did he say this time?"

"It was by his magic that stops the basilisk from killing you by its stare."

Suddenly, a large crash of what sounded like windows echoed throughout the castle as screams came soon after.

"Tom is here," Harry spoke in plain English, his eyes reflecting with glee.

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