The Abuse in a Violently Different Dimension
By Juu & Jek

Chapter beta-read by Vaughn

1. Hit the Floor

I know I'll never trust a single thing you say
You knew your lies would divide us but you lied anyway
And all the lies have got you floating up above us all
But what goes up has got to fall

Harry Potter was not a happy little camper. He was, to be quite honest, pissed off and able to cause mass destruction if one were to even look funny in his direction. Fortunately for others, he really gave off that 'killing'-vibe, and thus people tended to stay far, far, very far away from him.

However, since a certain Potions Professor stubbornly refused to let his day be ruined by the pesky little brat that was currently storming in his way, he made to intercept the boy.

"Mr. Potter! Wha-"

Mr. Potter just had pushed him into a wall without even touching the fore mentioned Potions Master, leaving the poor man to ponder on the fact of 'how' the Gryffindor could have done that.

Harry stormed further through the hallways till he was where he was supposed to be, and he stared penetratingly at the gargoyle that was guarding Albus' office.

The gargoyle stared back.

"Open up!" he ordered the stone monster, knowing that it would be useless to name a list of candy as Dumbledore had abandoned that way of security long ago.

The gargoyle didn't even blink, and Harry bared his teeth. "You get me in there, you stupid brainless rock-"

"Potter..."

Harry snapped his mouth shut, but didn't turn around. He kept his eyes fixed upon the gargoyle, wracking his brain for a possible password, but he recognized Snape's angry, stern voice.

"If you were planning to make me take points from Gryffindor, you have achieved your goal. Fifty points for your violent outburst..."

Harry spun around, still extremely frustrated and furious, and looked Snape in the eyes.

"Give me the password," he spat. The Potions Master remained unimpressed.

"... another ten points for your incredible rudeness..."

"Give me the password! NOW!"

"...and ten points for poisoning the school with your current mood."

Harry narrowed his eyes. "I thought, referring to your preference for potions, you'd be fond of poison as well."

"Not one as ill brewed as this one," Snape responded just as luminously, but with an extra scratch to it.

Harry bared his teeth at the man, and Severus could swear that he heard the youth growl. "I don't have fucking time for this!" Harry spun around, turning his back to the Potions Master, and with a loud yell, made the lights in the hall turn off.

Snape quickly pulled out his wand and shouted the Lumos light showed an empty hallway, and he whirled around. Where was the annoying Potter boy? He stared suspiciously at the gargoyle. Could Potter have gone past it without Snape knowing it? He doubted it, but nevertheless his behaviour should be reported to the headmaster.

He stalked the last few steps over to the gargoyle, muttered the password, and was about to enter when a body bind hit him from behind.

Harry quickly stalked past his immobile form, muttering a soft, "Thanks for the password."

Harry stood still as the stairs moved him to the door of Dumbledore's office. Brimming with energy, almost making him shiver from the adrenaline, he growled disdainfully when he opened the door and saw that the headmaster wasn't there.

How weak of you to avoid me, Albus. It's not fear that's keeping you from me, is it?

The Gryffindor walked over to Dumbledore's big chair and flopped down on it. He placed his dirty black boots on the desk and looked around the room.

"Oi! Get your shoes off of there, you rude boy!" ordered one of the portraits.

"I place my boots wherever I want, painting." Harry narrowed his eyes and grinned. "At least I still have boots," he said, looking at a bust on a small pillar standing next to the portrait.

"Oh! How dare you! How dare you mock one of Hogwarts' greatest men?" the painting shouted in astonishment.

Harry laughed wickedly as he stood up and slowly walked over to the bust.

"One of Hogwarts' greatest men, you say?" he said, and with that he threw it off of its pillar. The statue shattered into pieces on the ground, and Harry picked up one of them. He held it in front of the wide eyes of the speechless portrait. "Great men don't let themselves get pushed around, painting."

Suddenly, there was a loud plopping noise, and the headmaster appeared in the room.

"Harry Potter..."

Harry stared with narrowed eyes at him. "That's my name…"

The old man stared back at him for a long moment, his eyes roving over his form and noticing the dirt on the young man's boots that could be found on the desk, too. He then averted his gaze to the pieces of marble on the ground that once had been a bust. He raised his hand and muttered an incarnation that should make the bust turn back to its unscathed state, but nothing happened, and he looked back up at Harry, surprised.

Harry grinned and crossed his arms, almost as if he was challenging the old man.

"I see…" Albus said gravely, and dropped heavily into a chair.

Harry stalked towards him, still with crossed arms, till he was standing next to the desk. This was all on purpose as the man would have to turn to the side to look him in the eyes. The maniacal grin transformed into a scowl.

"'I am going to tell you everything, Harry'," the emerald eyed boy quoted mockingly. "'It is time for me to tell you what I should have told you five years ago, Harry'."

Albus seemed to search for words. "Harry, please listen to me-"

"No, Dumbledore! You listen to me!" Harry interrupted, and leaned over at him, his hands firmly resting on the desk's surface. "There was once a time that I would have believed everything you said. That has changed ever since fifth year and now it has disappeared wholly. I'm not going to be your pawn anymore!"

With these last words of his tirade, several objects in the office exploded due the force of his anger.

Dumbledore's eyes flashed around the room, inspecting the damage the boy had done. The old man looked worried and hurt at the same time. I should not have let it come to this point...

"Please, Harry, give me a chance."

"NO! How many chances have you ever given to me!" Harry exclaimed, radiating fury, filling the whole room with a tense atmosphere and making the objects shake in their places. Several of them fell over and crashed on the ground. It was like a volcano was about to explode, right there in the room.

"I don't want your words! I don't want your worries! I don't want your fake advice! Great men don't let themselves get pushed around, and I've been pushed around for too long! And what could I do? Nothing! I was too young! I didn't know!"

Harry pulled his wand out, pointing it at the headmaster.

At that moment, the office door burst open, and Snape marched into the room...

"Albus," he started, but as soon as he noticed Harry and the wand in the Gryffindor's hand, he whipped his own out and pointed it right back at him.

"What is going on here!" he demanded to know as Harry and he tried to stare each other down.

"None of your business, Snivellus!" Harry growled, but had to duck away as Snape threw a curse at him, angry at the usage of that particular nickname.

Dumbledore got up from his chair and worriedly watched the scene, knowing that something awful was about to happen.

And it did.

A stray curse from Harry hit an oil lamp on one of the many shelves, which melted onto another object, making them both topple over with their weight onto an old planet model. The model fell, but clung with one of its appendages onto the edge of the shelf. It bumped into a Pensieve on the shelf under it and clattered onto the ground, taking various other objects with it on its way down.

The noise was terrible. The dinging of iron objects that collided and the screaming of several of them made some glasslike bottles burst, and as if this was not dangerous enough, Snape and Harry, both obvious to all of that, got into a wand-lock.

The power crackled through the air, and then both duellers muttered an incarnation. Dumbledore watched, frozen onto the spot, how Harry's spell hit the Slytherin Potions Master dead-on, and how Snape's spell was avoided by a quick dive to the ground.

The Gryffindor was not lucky though. Snape's hex collided with the previously mentioned objects close behind Harry, and for a moment, they all seemed to implode. Then thousands of debris flew through the room like a fountain of sparkles in every direction.

When finally the room settled down, and peace seemed to have come again, Dumbledore looked around his office, shocked. Somewhere in a corner he could see the bloodied form of his Potions Professor. As he looked down at himself, he also noticed all the little debris in his skin, knowing it would start to hurt very badly when he was over the shock. But when he checked for Harry at the spot where the boy had been.

Harry wasn't there anymore…

To Be Continued

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