Title: Jax Potion: Guaranteed to Free Your Mind
Author: 007
Author email: lazymeoo7@aol.com
House: The Dark Arts
Category: Angst
Keywords: Harry Potter, Jax Potion, Drugs
Spoilers: All Four Books
Rating: PG-13
Summary: In Harry Potter's summer before his fifth year, Harry is miserable. His uncle beats him, he blames himself for Cedric's death, and everyone but his best friends believes he is a murderer. But when he finds a potion called "Jax Potion", his world goes upside down.


Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real

There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
Consuming / confusing
This lack of self control I fear is never ending
Controlling / I can't seem
To find myself again
My walls are closing in

- Selections from Crawlin by Linkin Park


"Damn you Boy!" Vernon Dursley yelled at the top of his lungs. They had arrived home and Harry refused to do the chores in the rain.

"I am not going to work in the rain. Why don't you tell that elephant of a son you have there to do it!" Harry yelled back. It was not the right thing to say. Dudley had, if it was at all possible, grown even more, and his weight was a bit of a sore subject in front of his aunt and uncle.

"How dare you! I have given you a home, food, and clothing. And you repay me with insults! I will not tolerate this when it is I who have given you everything!" His voice got even louder. As he finished, he took his hand back and swung at Harry, who was half the size of his uncle. The hand hit him right in the face, and he fell to the ground.

Harry just steamed at him. His glared so hard, that if it were possible, Vernon would have burned up within seconds. Harry got up from the floor, and said so slowly, "You have given me nothing." And he walked away to his room. He closed the door and locked it shut, not wanting to see anyone. His face burned like the Cruciatus Curse. He closed his eyes, but the pain wouldn't go away. As much as he hated to admit it, his uncle's whack hurt that bad. He looked at his room, and his eyes fell upon the vial of Jax Potion.

"It can't be all that bad." He said to himself. He took of the top, and smelt the potion. "It doesn't smell bad.." It smelt like to a spring morning. He dipped his finger in it and tasted it. It tasted surprisingly good. He thought, What do I have to lose? I'm a punching bag for my uncle... He put his mouth to the top and drank the whole vial in three large gulps. He set the vial down, and felt a numbing sensations down his back. His head seemed to float, and he could no longer feel the pain in his face. "Oh..." he moaned. He felt great. He was in a perfect place, he couldn't feel the pain he felt, he couldn't feel the horrible pain in his heart that he felt everyday because of Cedric's death. His eyes were forced closed... He felt in total bliss. His hands clenched together involuntarily... He didn't know where he was, all he could see were clouds, and all he knew was that no one could hurt him here...


Author's Note: This is a preview of Jax Potion. The story is posted on TheDarkArts.Org, a Fictionalley website. The second part will be up in a few weeks, so check back there for it.