Harry Potter: StarClass

Chapter One

Tortured Mind

Running – it felt like the thing to do, but Harry Potter only wished he were faster and that sweat didn't pour down his face like a cascading waterfall of sweaty – well sweat. It had been nice going until the Death Eaters turned up, but… Harry had been asking himself why he had been foolish enough to believe that stupid vision thing. Though, without anyone caring to enlighten him about anything – this – this idiocy and – someone could have been like yeah, Harry mate, Voldemort might try to trick you with this connection thing.

However, that was strange. Harry thought that he would feel mentally violated, but he didn't – not by Voldemort. Not even by Dumbledore and those twinkling blue eyes that raped into peoples minds. Harry started in his run and almost crashed into a wall as he began turning round a corner and down another corridor. Harry could only wonder for a moment. Did he really think like that about Dumbledore, but it was true – Dumbledore was always full of frustration when looking into Harry's eyes. The old man couldn't get in. Then how could Voldemort break through his mind from miles away if Dumbledore couldn't while in the same room? Then what was that vision? It didn't sit right with Harry at all. It hurt his head just thinking about it.

Harry could only keep running right then for his life and think on that more when he could, even though it was ripped into his mind, he couldn't help himself. Though, he still had to get through this freaky department just for mysteries, which in itself was a clue to stay away, unless you wanted to be the mystery bloodstain. If the magical morons of the magical world couldn't figure out some of this freaky stuff, then it should be left alone – then again, they weren't that bright. Though, he supposed it could have been worse and been the Department of Freaky Deaths, but thinking that, it might as well be.

His legs worked hard, and Harry felt a stitch in his side – well, sides, his breathing was laboured and for the first time since - well the end of last year, he wished he worked out more than playing a sport on magical broomstick. He realised that with all of these life and death situations he should probably think about taking a morning and maybe evening jog to get back into shape.

It could only make his life better if he could run faster, or at least further, without falling down and passing out cold. That would be bad; he could see the headline now: Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, saviour of wizarding Britain passed out running away and was murdered in his unconscious state. Though, Harry could only hope they make it much more amusing than that. 'He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named died laughing later that evening'.

Harry shook his head as he dived through a door and without even thinking, he swished his wand at it, and it slammed shut and sealed with an airtight shlock. He was quite awed that he had managed some silent magic as he couldn't understand where he learnt that as he had trouble normally, but then he was much too out of breathe that he could barely speak right then, so it was lucky to have worked.

However, Harry shrugged off that thought as he panted and wheezed his way out of that room as he heard a barrage of nasty spells hit the other side of the door. He could think on things later if he were not dead by then.

Harry had gotten all of his friends into quite the pickle, or better put, quite the shitty titties, though he was not quite sure what that was supposed to mean.

It wouldn't have been like this if Dumbledore hadn't insisted that Harry learn occlumency from a man who's hate for him could only be rivalled by Harry's hate for him. But that always felt wrong on many different plains – the anger – Harry knew – he was keeping Snape out, but how and why? Was Snape trying to tear down Harry's defences?

How did Dumbledore expect a man like that to teach him to block his mind? No. That was wrong. They didn't want his mind protected. Harry had thought it through, and it was… Snape was trying to tear Harry's his mind open for them, for Voldemort, but something deep inside of Harry made Harry hold those doors closed like it was the most important thing in the universe, and if Harry could trust anyone, he hoped he could trust himself. Harry just didn't and couldn't trust that greasy git, and never would. If Snape weren't such an intolerable prick none of Harry's friends would be here and neither would he, or if security at the Ministry of Magic weren't so shite. No – it wasn't just Snape's fault, but Dumbledore – so much sprang back to that bastard old man!

Harry paused in shock up against the wall next to a new door as he grabbed the door handle. He grit his teeth in rage just thinking about Dumbledore. He couldn't understand it. This was what? Voldemort's anger reflected through him? No. this wasn't irrational. This was fact. This was truth. Harry didn't know when it happened or where, but something happened, something changed a long time ago, and Harry realised he hated Dumbledore.

Shaking that off for now Harry quickly slid into the next room in case his pursuers followed him and closing the door and sealing it behind him. Harry grimaced as he passed through a weird room with some serious sixties tripping going on with pitch-black nothingness and then all of these hypnotic swirls of colours spinning around the darkness and out of pace, out of tune, out of order circus music.

Harry quivered as he found the far end door and slipped through and slammed the door closed behind him before sealing that one tightly. Harry sighed in relief as everything went quiet and walked a long a glowing yellow path that twisted and turned through some colours like galaxies on a black background that seemed to be endless, pulsing with calming chimes. The path was messed up almost as much as the other room, as it swirled beside, up, down, weaving, and even upside-down defying gravity as it lead around and up towards another door at the end of the path several stories high upside down.

It was strange and Harry could only really describe it as kind of creepy, but maybe that was because he was alone, and not stoned out of his skull, and he was sure the effects of the previous room were still messing with him. Harry kept moving now, taking his time as he realised the path kept a normal gravity, maybe like those weird labyrinths that defy reality Harry had heard of. Harry doubted that anyone would easily spot him in the dark and mesmerising stars spraying colours, and that strange chime he could feel trying to breach his mental fortification. Snape seemed to have helped Harry out there as he was now used to the mental assault. However, it was still giving Harry a mild headache, and some of the 'galaxies' swirled around and hummed and reminded him of those hypnosis swirls the muggles used in old cartoons only more colours than just black and white.

The little bit of time walking gave Harry some time to catch his breath and breath, realising how exhausted he really was. His muscles ached, and he was certain his muscles aches ached. It didn't help that the path made him feel some vertigo because of the gravity manipulation magic along with some seriously weird sensory illusions trying to breach his mind.

However, after a little walking he realised he hadn't been getting anywhere, just travelling on for – he would hate to even think forever. He would rather fight the Death Eaters than travel this path forever – forever seemed like it would be boring, but the door did look closer.

Then Harry wished he kept his mouth shut as the door up ahead of the path upside down – or right way up opened up above him, defying gravity, but it was connected to the path all the same. Harry wasn't sure whether either Crabbe or Goyle Senior was his luck or not as Harry readied for a fight, looking up while the huge robed man looked down at him, or up to his perspective, grinning off his filthy teeth as he was ballsy enough to not wear a mask like so many other Death Eaters.

The man fired up and Harry readied himself for a shield when the spell just fell backwards and to the right; the Death Eaters left. The Death Eater tried a few more times but the same thing happened again, and Harry looked around, baffled before looking away from the Death Eater and straight forward along the winding road that gravity bent.

"Bombarder!" Harry yelled out with a shrug as he flicked his wand forward, along with the yellow road and they both watched in wide eyed awe as the spell followed the road until it hit the Death Eater in the arm, crushing bone, and causing him to drop his wand. He couldn't even react as Harry felt a soft joy coursing through his veins at the man's pain, a soft satisfaction.

Harry chuckled as he grit his teeth and threw two more follow up curses, and blood splattered on the yellow road as curse one hit the Death Eater in the chest and then, the other, his face. The Death Eater gasped with wide eyes as blood splattered from him and his jaw hung off as he staggered around before his feet hit his right edge of the (dare Harry think it?) yellow brick road, and the man's centre of gravity shifted and he fell back and up away from the door and into the void of darkness and colours with only a yip of terrified surprise.

Harry was a little worried he didn't care too much about what he had done, but more worried that he touched either side of this bloody path. Harry shivered at the possible thought of falling for the rest of his life. That Death Eater could only be thankful his wounds would kill him faster. Harry quickly made it to where the man had been and made it out of the door in quick time before slamming the door closed after him. It could have been worse, Harry realised – it could have been him in a pool of blood or shooting off into heck knows where. Did that make him a bad person? Harry really didn't think much about it before, but why would he be bad giving back to them what they liked handing out? It was either him or the Death Eaters.

The mere concept of fighting back with the intent to cause them harm seemed foreign to Harry, and he didn't understand it, not really. He didn't understand why he was so against hurting these monsters. After all, they chose their bed, so they should sleep in it, preferably six feet under – or wherever that last guy went.

Harry was dead on as he snuck around a corner and viciously used a bludgeoning hex between the legs of a Death Eater as he was searching for some of Harry's friends. The man squealed like a little girl after she had seen a really cute puppy and fell down holding the bits of his grapes together, crying.

Harry just walked out of hiding and smiled down as he took the man's wand and snapped it and mocked him a little for good measure. It felt good, and empowering to fight so – dirty, and – violently – it made him feel good that he had made sure that that man learnt his lesson. Though, thinking about that, these Death Eaters were awfully dense.

Yes, if he just plays sneak around now, he had lost his 'tracker' he could assassinate any Death Eaters he came across, and if they were male, blow off their 'pee' nuts – women – he could take their hearts - literally. He could barely believe that he had thought that, let alone he was agreeing to it to himself, but then maybe he was crazy?

Na, crazy was running around talking like a baby while calling his name. It reminded him of that hateful bitch – Umbitch. He hated Umbitch more than he could even hate Voldemort. At least Voldemort didn't talk to his enemies like they were idiots, or babies. If anyone was an idiot, it was her, oh and she was extremely gullible and incompetent.

Harry ran his right hand through his mess of sweaty black hair and let his emerald coloured eyes scan around the small room he was in when he heard some fighting, or whatever amounted to kids fighting adults while the kids bowed to Dumbledore. Harry froze for a moment, listening, wondering – what if he did nothing? Why – why didn't he care about the one screaming? He knew who it was, but Harry found a sick enjoyment – a sick satisfaction in hearing that bitch scream, and he didn't know why.

However, Harry ran that way after a few moments, making sure to keep as quiet as possibly where he found the other, Crabbe/Goyle picking on Hermione and Ron, his two best friends. They had been de-wanded (was that even a word?) Well whatever, they had lost their wands and the Death Eater was giggling in delighted glee as he tortured Hermione with the Death Eaters favourite curse, the torture one, which was so unoriginal and certainly unimaginative – it was pathetic.

Harry heard Hermione's screams blazing down his spine, but yet – well – he felt nothing. No. that was wrong. He felt something. He felt a need to see her burst, split open in agony, and this man – this thing was not taking her from him! He wondered for a moment whether he might have been broken or got hit by a 'why should I care spell' or a 'do evil shit' spell, but no – Harry's hatred felt so deep within his core, and right then Harry couldn't care to think deeper as his head hurt – ironic if he had been hit by such a spell, but he didn't think he would actually take pleasure in the sound – would he?

However, Harry had already gotten a bit of a headache from that weird hippy room and that gravity room, and he didn't want to have to suffer any more unless she screamed under his power. So, the Death Eater went down with a gurgled scream as blood gushed out of his mouth, a huge hole from Harry's spell in his robes, at the back where the small of his back was gushing blood.

Either the huge Death Eater crumpled, dead or dying, Harry once again found he didn't care, the man was his enemy, and his enemies die, that was it. Well, enemies that tried to kill him at least. He didn't think it was okay to murder everyone on his shit-list, did he? Harry would have to think on that later, but the horrified and angry visages of Ron and Hermione came as a mild surprise. They would rather be tortured to death than kill these monsters because their lord and master Dumbledore said for them too.

Harry wondered for a moment whether he had possibly imagined saving their lives but looking at the dead Death Eater at his feet realised that it was real. The man had stopped moving or even taking a breathe.

"H-Harry, how could you?!" Hermione screamed breathlessly as she actually went to her torturers aid, but it was no good.

"How could I?" Harry asked, not quite understanding. "How could I save you from a man who was giggling in absolute joy, probably with a tiny pure-blooded boner in his pants ready to rape you with before he murders you?" he asked, nearly sounding amused while she flinched as if hit. "Well, the boner bit, doubtful, inbred little prick could never get up more than once a lifetime – could explain why all the most 'evil' purebloods only ever have one child, and why they're such uptight shitheads… an amusing thought though, huh?" he replied, thoughtful as he looked at her as if she were dirt, not truly understanding why, but felt like he should.

Ron dived for his wand, but Harry had disintegrated it before he got there, almost blasting off Ron's hand in the process. "Y-you've gone nuts Harry," Ron said, looking afraid. "We should get you to Dumbledore… he'll know what to do."

"Yes Harry, that's a good idea," Hermione said nervously inching towards her wand, but that and the Death Eaters met the same fate as Ron's only a few nonchalant moments later.

"T-there's something wrong here," Harry commented like he could see what he wanted but couldn't quite reach. "This is wrong, Hermione… what have you done?" he demanded, confused and trying to sort out his thoughts.

"W-we haven't done anything wrong, Harry," she replied, but just looking at her and Ron, he knew it was a lie.

Harry shook his head, eyes narrowing. "This isn't what I want… why when I look at the pair of you do, I always feel nothing… no… now I feel something – I feel anger and hate, bubbling and burning in my soul, so tell me why?"

"It doesn't matter what you want!" Ron suddenly spat out before Hermione could stop him. "It's all for the Greater Good, and once Dumbledore finds out you're rebelling again you'll be back to being a good little puppet!"

Harry's eyes were as cold as ice, and Hermione at least had the presence of mind to step away from him while Ron looked like he believed he was untouchable. "Really… if that's so, you won't be around to pull any of my strings, so my soul will relish in that!" he said laughing as he pointed his wand at Ron, and the ginger top finally realised that Harry was going to kill them.

However, luckily for Ron (or possibly unlucky) a side door burst open and in stalked Lucius Malfoy, with Bellatrix Lestrange. They had wands out and eyed the scene before them warily and confused. Their wands trailed on Harry as he was the only armed student and the other Death Eater was dead.

"Wow, who…? No, no, no," Bellatrix said giddily looking to Harry. "My, my," she said not even using her baby voice now. "Harry Potter has grown up into a fine young murderer," she said sounding pleased by the scene in front of her, but her grin just widened. "And now he's going to murder his friends – just two words each and they're gone."

"Them, my friends," Harry snorted as he bared his teeth in anger. "They are my enemy, now get lost, can't you see I was busy ridding the world of filth like them!"

"Oh my Potter," Lucius said, amused. "Aren't you such a big man, killing a man from behind and murdering two exceptionally weak fools while they are unarmed?"

"Says the man who murders and tortures children," Harry shot back which caused Bellatrix to laugh.

"He got you there," she said to him amused. "Don't try to mock someone's morality or honour when you don't have any yourself!"

"Potter, just like Dumbledore said!" Ron hissed angrily. "A dark wizard just like that bitch sister of mine, running around, and learning whatever you want when Dumbledore didn't want you too-!"

"Ron!" Hermione interrupted in fright.

"Ginny…?" Harry asked surprised as he ignored Hermione. "Crucio!" he screamed out as red-hot fury burnt within his blood, and Ron screamed as he dropped to the floor, and even the Death Eaters looked surprised with the vindictive power coursing through the spell. Harry then let Ron go. "Now Hermione, what the fuck does he mean!?" he demanded looking to her as he knew Ron wouldn't understand any of the actual truth, he was too stupid, but she just shook her head while shaking in terror.

"W-we can't tell you, Dumbledore's orders," she said, shakily.

"Does he actually look like he cares?" Bellatrix asked; she actually looked serious for once.

Lucius looked at her rolling his eyes. "She is under Dumbledore's-…"

"Titties…?" Harry suggested, which caused Bellatrix to laugh. However, Harry wasn't as he looked to Hermione, and moved closer. He grabbed her hair and she cried out as he pulled her closer and gripped her hair painfully. "Now, Hermione, I'm not going to play with you like you seem to have been playing with me!" he said ramming her face into the wall while blasting Ron across the room into the wall, bloodying his face as he went to attack and knocking him out.

"Now, Hermione, tell me what Dumbledore's been doing or I'll rip out Ronald's heart and let you watch its last few beats before feeding it to you!" he hissed out into her ear while she cried.

"Wow, he's cold," Bellatrix said surprised as she watched the show eagerly.

"I-I can't," Hermione whimpered out. "I won't betray t-the light," she said sobbing.

Harry smiled as he placed the wand to her temple. "Then maybe if Ron's life isn't worth the trouble… how about you go to a special place, for people with, mental problems? Would you like that…? People talking to you like Umbridge every day of the rest of your life, trapped inside your own mind, screaming to get out while your body only has a goofy smile, sound nice, just how I feel, trapped?"

"I… I can't," she whimpered, crying. "Dumbledore would never forgive me if I lost him you!"

"Do you think I'm going to stay?" he asked, laughing. "I'm going to kill him, and anyone who gets in my way!" he said as he pointed his wand at Hermione's teeth and one just tore from her mouth causing her to scream, blood drooling down her lips. "Now Hermione, that was just a little proof, but I think first your teeth one by one," he said while she screeched as another tooth tore from her mouth, and then another for good measure, she could only shiver and sob. "And then your finger and toenails, then bodily hairs starting with pubic, to head hair, in big painful clumps. Then your toes, fingers, hands and feet, all the while using the fair bit of medical knowledge, I've picked up somewhere to keep you from bleeding out.

"Then comes the best part, cooking you and feeding you to yourself," he said laughing as she looked truly sickened. "Eventually you'll only be a stub of a body, if you haven't cracked by then, and then, then maybe I'll end your life, but maybe I could sell you off to some sicko who will keep you as a toy! So, how about answering me now?" he suggested as another scream retched her throat as three more teeth pulled from her bloody mouth and he could smell the piss and shit coming from her.

She just shakily shook her head, shivering, and he looked down to see urine pouring out of her skirt. "Braver than I ever thought you were Hermione, but I don't have time for games like that, so death it is. I'll just ask Dumbledore… he does like the sound of his own voice," Harry chuckled as Hermione roared her throat hoarse as her remaining teeth tore from her mouth one by one while she struggled and thumped at Harry but magic coursed through his veins, pumping adrenaline and making him stronger.

Harry chuckled in Hermione's ear. "You know – the good guys don't mess with people's minds," Harry said with a growl. "They don't force someone to be their fucking slave! They don't control minds, and they don't fuck over their heroes. Me – I'm doubtful that I'm the hero anymore, but you're not the good guy here you filthy bitch. Your parents. Your muggle parents would be sickened to see what you've allowed that filthy old bastard to do to you – you inbred wannabee!" Harry grabbed at her hand and pulled her to her knees.

Hermione screeched as she slammed to the floor, her left arm and wrist snapping as her nose busted on the floor, blood exploded everywhere, but she was pulled up to her knees in terror as vomit and blood pooled from her broken and toothless mouth and Hermione looked up through blurry tear filled eyes to stare into the tip of Harry's wand as it lit up with emerald light and she knew she was going to die.

"Avada Kedavra-!" Harry hissed only for a green glow to light the tip of his wand darker as the spell built when Harry had to move and turn, firing his spell across the room, narrowly avoiding a spell fired at him as he pulled Hermione in as a shield. She cried out as she went flying across the room with the blast of silver light hit her as Harry moved.

Harry and the Death Eaters both readied themselves as they saw Remus with Tonks, and Kingsley. They had obviously not been incredibly lucky as a man lay dead on the floor having been hit by Harry's curse as the green light faded, but Harry couldn't care; he didn't know the guy.

"Harry, how could you?!" Remus cried out like he had just been punted in the nuts. "You of all people, a traitor!?"

"Me?" he asked rhetorically as he supressed his rage. "No, Dumbledore, and these so-called friends of mind, and now you, a man I thought I could always trust – whatever Dumbledore has been doing to me, granted. Even I can tell its fucking with my mind, but don't ever call me a traitor to filth that I have never held loyalty too!" Harry said as he started firing, which cause the Order members to fire, and then the Death Eaters while Harry quickly snuck away, running as he needed to find his centre.

Harry rubbed his temple as he fled knowing that if the Order was here then Dumbledore wouldn't be far behind and he had to get away. His head hurt and he couldn't believe how cruel he was to Hermione, and he was going to kill her. Harry had torn out all of Hermione's teeth, and broke her nose and arm in several places, and now he had killed an Order member. It was like Harry's head was a jumbled mess and he couldn't quite find himself, but knew he had to defend himself from everything his subconscious deemed a threat.

He wanted to know the truth and some people had it. Harry was not sure how many, other than him, but he couldn't trust any of them, (and the truth in him was locked away, but Harry could feel it – the lock was breaking down) –, maybe he could trust Ginny. He could feel it. The loss. The need. The truth? It sounded like they knew each other as more than just passing friends. If that was so then they had been attacking her too, which crazily made Harry angrier.

It felt like a storm in Harry's head, burning and boiling with power and restraint, and it hurt the more that he thought about it. He stopped to catch his breath, leaning his back into a wall. He pulled out the silver orb that they were supposedly fighting over and smashed it on the floor without a second thought. He wanted nothing to do with Dumbledore's bastardry any more, and he would do everything in his power to put the old man down.

Harry watched the wisps of silvery smoke drawing up from the broken glass on the floor but couldn't tell what it was saying and before long it was over. Was it okay for his mind to be so conflicted? But still Harry had to admit it felt good tormenting Hermione. He would do it again, play with her, use her as a thing; take away her humanity as it became obvious, she helped Dumbledore take his.

Closing his eyes, Harry was frustrated and confused before opening his eyes again. "What the fuck is wrong with me?" he asked himself holding out his free hand in front of his eyes, it was shaking. He shook his head trying to clear his thoughts and clenched his fist to stop the shaking. "I was acting in a… like a more imaginative Death Eater. No. I'm better than them. Better than Dumbledore and his bastard Order. But something's wrong with me. I know there is, and I know Dumbledore has done this to me! He has to die for his continuous spells to lose all cohesion."

Harry shuddered as he gripped his wand and concentrated more on not shaking. "I can't believe Remus though, just like that, doesn't ask why, just does, just like all those morons following Dumbledore," he hissed out grounding his teeth in anger. "Nobody fucking thinks for themselves… me either, but – that doesn't sound right. I remember how I grew up…? No – why is it so murky? I know I should hate the Dursley's but why am I always so good to them while they treat me like scum?

"And other… why? I don't get it, and it hurts my head trying to think about it too hard," he muttered, distressed as it did help to speak out loud. "It all comes back to him, to Dumbledore, my anger, and mistrust, it's always there, but when I see him, suddenly I can't hate or distrust him anymore. I must destroy him. I must protect… protect the world from him – my world from him."

Harry knew something was seriously wrong, but for some reason his mind just couldn't completely grasp hold of it, but why? His head pounded with just the thought, as if someone were banging on his brain with a tiny hammer until he stopped trying to remember, but the more he tried to ignore it the more the hammer pounded – the more he wanted to remember.

This wasn't anyway for anyone to feel; this was darker than dark. It was a fade into the darkest night, scolding his soul with fire and ice, shackling his freedom to choose. It was ironic that it was Dumbledore who said that it was our choices that made us who we are because if that was right, then Dumbledore was going to rot for all of eternity in hell, and Harry knew now he had to put that bastard old man there.

Harry blinked back tears from his eyes, shivering as he pushed up from the wall, and gripping his wand tightly in his fingers.

To Be Continued…