Wrath

Wrath

Flora_Winters

I do not own Harry Potter, and I'm not making any money here either.

Summary: Harry Potter has angered the wrong people. Will he be able to survive his first year at Hogwarts, and for that matter, will everybody else who gets involved with him? Language, MM, OC, Violence

Prologue

Taylor Morgan wasn't amused. Oh, no he wasn't. In fact, he was burning mad. It was the hot kind of angry. It was the kind that made all its unfortunate victims run for the nearest glass of milk because their tongues were melting in a fiery inferno. Oh, his rage was lava-sauce hot.

"That skinny, little slut!" He ranted just as his boyfriend closed the door to the vacant classroom. He threw his books down on the floor and proceeded to kick them across the room. "How very dare he come along and steal the Seeker position out from under your broom!"

"Tay," the deeper voice deadpanned, doing absolutely nothing to calm the destructive, pyroclastic winds of his category-five fury. "You're being very loud."

He graciously ignored the strawberry-blond, taller teen. But, he did slowly turn around to look at the bronze-skinned Gryffindor. His eyes put the blue in robin eggs to shame. They looked so put out, defeated.

His nostrils flared because his boyfriend had been dejected. He picked up a chair, sending it flying across the room. It hit the stone wall with a smack, landing in the floor with a loud crash. The sound echoed. It did nothing to calm his thirst for a little whore's blood.

He couldn't believe that little twink had bested Derek's flying skills. It was inconceivable! The first year should have screamed like a little bitch and crashed to his doom. That would have learned him.

"A professor is going to walk in here," Derek sighed, looking down at his large feet. He looked so very sad. "And I'm going to tell him or her to just stun you."

Taylor rolled his amber eyes, running a shapely hand through his straight, rose-red hair. He wanted to jump Harry Potter and rub his scarred head in unicorn shit. That would make him cry and say he was sorry. Oh, yes it would. The little whore! He wouldn't put it past the scrawny usurper to give Wood a little lick.

"I wanted you to be Seeker," he hissed like an angry peacock, before it attacked with hidden talons. "You've trained and worked so hard."

Derek gave him a little smile. It made him cock his head to the side like a kitten who has spotted an edible mousy. Those blue eyes looked so sad, and yet they were trying their best not to be.

"Oh, well," the blond said, walking slowly over, putting his larger hands on Taylor's slender shoulders. "At least Quidditch practice won't cause me to neglect you now."

Taylor rested his face against his broad chest. He smelled of cinnamon. "I hope he falls off his broom."

"You Americans are so violent," Derek softly chuckled, wrapping his toned arms around him. "Are you sure you belong in Hufflepuff?"

Taylor giggled.

"I like being a Hufflepuff," he smiled, looking up into those gorgeous orbs. There were speckles of gold in them precious jewels.

"And why is that?" Derek asked, squeezing him gently.

"Oh, just because," he snickered, pecking him on the lips. "Nobody will ever see me coming."

"No," Derek said, leading him in a dance back to a table. "But they will hear you."

Taylor's eyes widened. He reached up, pinching Derek's nose. "You pervert."

"Uh huh," Derek said in a nasal tone, crossing his eyes. He looked like a handsome idiot.

Taylor let him go. "I have to get to potions," he told him. "Will you help me gather my books?"

Derek gave him a goofy grin. The sadness was gone. "What will you give me?" He asked.

Taylor smirked. "What will I not give you if you don't?"

Derek quickly jumped to it. He was still sad and Taylor knew it. Derek had wanted to be the Gryffindor Seeker so badly, and Harry Potter had taken that from him. That little brat had ruined his boyfriend's dream.

"Come on, doe-eyes," Derek said, holding up his books. "I'll walk you to the dungeon."

Taylor took hold of his boyfriend's sleeve and followed him from the empty room. He was going to punish Harry Potter. Oh, yes he was. He was going to make the boy wish his bony ass had never taken a seat on a broom.

"Tay?" Derek asked.

"Hmm?"

"You're laughing like that bad guy from that Dee-Vee-Dee again," he told him, looking.

"Who?" Taylor asked, looking up at him. Had he been laughing? He hadn't been paying attention. The idea of pulling out all of Potter's messy hair had distracted him.

"That bald guy with the hairless kitty," Derek said.

Taylor rolled his amber gems. His wicked laughter was much sexier and far more creative than Dr. Evil's. He had practiced in front of his mirror for months in order to make it so.

He could still see Derek poking the television screen with his wand, asking if it was like a crystal ball. It had been so funny. How in the world these people survived without television was beyond him.

"Oh, hail the faerie prince and his American queen!" Dustin Fletcher shouted. "Bow down, bugs!"

Taylor ignored the idiot with the bad teeth. He would simply have his fermeleon put laxatives in the foolish Ravenclaw's pumpkin juice at supper.

Derek gave him a kiss just to upset the people. If "het" wizards could do it, then the homo wizards could kiss as well. It was only fair.

It made Taylor laugh as he waved bye to him. Plus, he was an American. He could truly rule the whole world if he actually had the time between class to steal some nukes with his magical powers. Perhaps he could enchant Potter to one and blast it to the moon, while watching through his telescope. Now that would be hilariously entertaining.

"Why are you laughing like that?" Cedric Diggory asked him. He was a Hufflepuff as well, and a close friend.

He was about to tell him something dumb, but Snape stormed in. He was tall, pale as snow, and sharper than broken glass. His expensive robes billowed around him like black thunder clouds. He looked ready to strike with deadly lightning at any moment. It was as if he were waiting for an excuse to do so. He had had a small crush on him his first year, but then he had met Derek.

~*~

Potion class is the one subject in which he always got perfect marks in. It reminded him of chemistry. He still had his little chemistry set his mom and dad had got him for his tenth birthday. They hadn't been too pleased when he had melted the carpet and burned holes through the kitchen table without the use of fire.

Both his parents were muggles, so when he first showed signs of possessing magic shortly after, they had flipped out. They had instantly thought ghosts were haunting the house because he would have his favorite juice cup follow him around in the air should he get thirsty.

He had added each of his ingredients in the correct order, stirred the listed amount of times in the correct directions, and cackled precisely when the liquid turned a pretty shade of red. It smelled of jasmine and the steam was a softer shade of shimmering pink.

His housemates gave him odd looks, but he paid them little mind. The lust potion was complete. He gazed around with glowing eyes. Who would Professor Snape choose to be his helpless victim? He hoped it would be Dustin. He wanted that troll to lick his boots.

His eyes suddenly widened. A lust potion! He would use it to make Potter pay for what he took from Derek. He would make him fall in lust with Flich's cat.

"Oh, Mrs. Norris," he imagined a bewitched Harry purring. "Come here, you fluffy pussy you."

It was perfect! This would teach the twit to ruin his boyfriend's whole school year.

He threw his head back, cackling over his sweet-smelling brew.

~*~

Professor Snape's left eye twitched as he ground his teeth together. He was glaring right at the strange redhead.

He really hated the boy. The alabaster-skinned youth always answered his difficult questions correctly, and got each and every potion perfectly right. Oh, the third year angered him to no end. He hoped he blew himself up in Charms.

He couldn't wait for the Gryffindors to get in here. He was going to take his anger out on Potter. That would make him feel better.

"You idiot!" He roared, advancing like a tornado on a brunette. "Look what you've done to your scorched, frizzy hair!"

Why were so many of his students such complete and total morons? It made him sick. He hated them all. He really, really did. If it wasn't for him needing this job in order to get his lover back, he would simply quit on the spot.

Oh, Potter was going to get it!

"Fletcher!" He bellowed. "Just for being a fool, you get to be Mr. Morgan's victim!"

He hoped the potion poisoned the idiot Ravenclaw.

~*~

Taylor got to his feet. His smile was dripping with malevolent venom.

"Watch this Ced," he chuckled. "I'm going to make this smelly, bucktoothed troll lick my boots."

Cedric shook his head. "I'm glad the Professor didn't pick me then."

"Oh, Cedric," Taylor smirked. "I'd make you lick something much more...tasty."

Cedric blushed furiously.

"And then I'd cry and have Derek beat you up," he told him.

Cedric snorted. "I'm putting in for a room change...again."

"MORGAN!" Snape growled, making them both jump. "GET ON WITH IT!"

"Yes, sir," he said, pouring his potion into a silver chalice. He handed it over to the waiting troll, giving him a cruel wink. "Drink up, Dust."

The Ravenclaw slowly put the chalice to his lips, gulping before he swallowed. It filled Taylor with wicked glee.

To Be Continued

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Note: A fermeleon is a ferret that can change its shape. A “het” is a heterosexual.