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Harry Potter and His Anger Management Class’s
Chapter One*~
Ever since last June Harry Potter has been a very angry teenager.
His therapist has stopped working for him when Harry smashed his therapist glasses and pictures.
Harry Potter also kicked his therapist in the groin which really honestly still makes him limp. Ever since that no one has been able to get a word out of Harry.
Harry Potter was still at the Dursleys house. He actually had the nerve to torment his massive cousin with out magic. If Dudley get in his way Harry would throw sharp objects at him and he’d get caught. Harry would then soon afterwards would laugh insanely at his cousin and fall to the ground pounding his fist on the cement or carpeting or where ever they where standing on.
The neighbors seemed very disturbed by this and gossiped,” Look at that Potter boy! I think they should forget St. Brutes and put him in the mental hospital. Not for his safety of course but everyone else’s. He had fun beating the crap out of my thirty year old son.”
Every time Harry heard this he smiled a cruel twisted angry smile and started throwing sharp objects at the neighbors.
Harry bellowed,”YEAH! WHY DON’T YOU JUST ALL TALK ABOUT ME! DAMN! EVERYONE ELSE TALKS ABOUT ME! IN THE MUGGLE WORLD AND THE MESSED UP WIZARDY WORLD! STUPID PEOPLE DON’T UNDERSTAND ANYTHING WHAT ITS LIKE TO BE ME!”
This frightened everyone at least twenty miles away from him. People stopped and shivered when they heard Harrys yelling. People learned how to duck and covered with in a few
Yelling tantrums Harry had.
Harry went for a walk Harry was vicious, cruel and unkind and didn’t give a rats ass he thought out loud to himself.
Harry then realized he said “Rats” this angered him more. He stopped dead in his tracks.
He then yelled at the top of his lungs his eyes with fire in them and his hair looking as if he had just been scared but he hadn’t been, it was standing up in the front.
“Stupid RATS! I HATE RATS! I HOPE THEY ALL DIE IN THE FIREY DEPTHS OF MORDOR! STUPID RATS!!! I’M GOING TO MURDER ALL THE RATS IN THIS UNIVERESE!!! I KNOW I SHALL SUCEED!”
A ten year old girl ran up to him and asked calmly,” What if you don’t kill all the rats?”
Big mistake, the ten year old had been holding a rat. Harry grabbed the rat from her hands and threw it on the ground and viciously stomped it flat as a pancake with his dirty shoes that had other essence of Rats on it. The ten year old girl ran away as fast as her feet could carry her with tears coming from her eyes.
Harry then said angrily,” HOW DARE YOU! DON’T EVER QUESTION MY AUTHORITY STUPID LITTLE EVIL GIRL!”
Harry looked at the bottom of his shoes which contained Rat guts and laughed wickedly,” MWUHAHA! I HATE RATS! DIE RATS! DIE RATS! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE!”
No one questioned Harry Potter anymore; they were either scared of him or didn’t want to get injured.
Harry didn’t receive any owl post from his best friends. This made him angry. Really, really angry! He sent twenty hollers a day at Ron and Hermione.
Ron replied,”Sorry mate! I have been really busy with Hermione.”
Harrys jaw dropped and anger came threw him,” TO BUSY DOING WHAT I MAY WONDER! BOY HAVE YOU PISSED ME OFF! I SHOULD SEND THE RINGWRAITHS ON YOU! SEE HOW YOU LIKE IT! I MEAN DEMENTORS YO FOO!”
Hermione had replied made him really, really angry, “You know what Harry? Shut the hell up! Just because I’m with Ron and not with you! No one likes you anymore! Everyone’s afraid of you! Stop interrupting RON AND I! AND YOU’RE NOT FROM THE GHETTO SO STOP TRYING TO BE AN ANGRY WHITE RAPPER!”
Harry crinkled Hermione and Ron’s responses in the trash bin then set it on fire. Harry pulled out some chocolate frogs and attached marshmallows to them. Harry then set the chocolate frog/marshmallows over the fire and said out loud,” I’D KILL YOU BOTH! BUT I’M TO BUSY EATING! I’M VERY DEPRESSED! LEAVE ME ALONE!”
With that Hedwig took a crap on Harrys shoulder and he got even more pissed off.
He said viciously and very loudly so anyone with in forty blocks can hear him, “DAMN OWL! I GAVE YOU ALL THOSE RAT GUTS FROM MY SHOES AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME! SOME FRIEND YOU ARE!”
Hedwigs amber eyes stared up at Harry wondering if Harry will ever be okay in the head but then again Hedwig was an owl so Hedwig just starred at Harry then went off hunting.
Harry stared up at the ceiling and started crying. He was thinking about Sirius… Sirius always calmed him and made him an Emo boy with those glass’s from Hot Topic with the fake lenses. Harry was crying so much he flooded his aunts and uncles house. Too bad Dudley and Uncle Vernon was so fat the floated out into the street. His Aunt Petunia drowned in Harrys salty tears.
Harry wiped his eyes then looked up and noticed water was everywhere and looked around. He noticed his aunt’s lifeless body on his floor. Harry builds a raft out of his bed and headed out onto the street where there was deep water there as well.
Harry then looked around and noticed his uncle and cousin. Harry took the moment to get a sharp pin to see if their bellies would pop open like a balloon. Harry smiled deviously as his uncle and cousin inflated and sunk at the bottom of his tears.
Harry gave a cold hard laugh. Then Harry spoke with a twisted smile and wide eyes which gave everyone the shivers when they stared at him.
Harry looked up at the sky and stood up on his bed when he stood up tall he put his hands up high into the air and shouted angrily,” SEE DUMBLEDORE! DID YOU’RE PATHETIC ANNOYING PLAN WORKED! NO IT DIDN’T! I HOPE SAURON I MEAN VOLDEMORT PUTS AN END TO EVERYONE ON THIS LITTLE PLANET WHERE THE STUPID CHILDEREN LIVE!!!”
Just then the sky answered back with a deep voice,” Harry Potter! I AM NOT TRYING TO ROB YOU I’M TRYING TO HELP YOU!”
“God?” asked Harry wondering why the sky was talking to him.
“NO YOU FOOL! Tis GANDALF!” the voice said.
Harry frowned,” GO BACK TO MIDDLE EARTH! YOU’RE IN THE WRONG STORY DUMB ASS!”
“HOW DARE YOU FOR I AM WISER AND MUCH OLDER THAN YOU!”
Harry rolled his eyes very annoyed.
“Don’t you roll you’re eyes at me!”
“I’ll do as I PLEASE SO SOD OFF GANDALF!”
“NO! I ALREADY DID THAT TODAY!”
Harry didn’t need to hear that. It made him very angry,” Go fiddle you’re flute SOMEWHERE ELSE!”
Gandalf responded,” No, I don’t take orders from you. I was just on Shadowfax and I crossed Fawkes along the way. He had a message from Dumbledore.”
“OH! SO DUMBLEDORE ACTUALLY WANTS TO SAY SOMETHING TO ME! TELL HIM BETTER LUCK NEXT TIME! THAT COWARD OF THE OLD MAN! HE SHOULD’VE COME IN PERSON!”
Gandalf responded slowly,” He’s putting you in a special class in Hogwarts.”
Harry got very angry,” WHAT DO YOU MEAN SPECIAL?! SINCE WHEN AM I SPECIAL!”
“Well, He thinks you should be put in Anger Management Classes,” said Gandalf cautiously.
Harry was beyond anger,” I DO NOT HAVE AN ANGER PROBLEMS!” Harry dived to the bottom of his tears and fetched the knife his godfather had given him.
Harry retrieved it and had it in his mouth as he swam up back to his bed/raft. He stood up on his bed throwing the knife at the sky and it didn’t work because it fell back down and landed in his pillow that he uses to scream into most of the time during Midnight.
Gandalf said,”Ah I see!”
Harry frowned and replied angrily,” GO BACK TO YOUR OWN BOOK!” and with that Gandalf voice faded.
Harry questioned himself out loud calmly,” Do I need Class’s because I’m to Angry?” he thought for a moment then decided,”NAW OF COURSE NOT!”
Hedwig came sweeping by and shit on his hair and had a letter from Hogwarts.
Harry threw a rock at Hedwig and she flied away. Harry opened up the letter. It read:
Dear Mr. Potter,
We regret to inform you but you’re anger problems have gone to far. We hope to see you at the beginning of fall threw out the end of the year. We will be having other adults and students you’re age with these problems try to help you out because they like you have similar problems that they need to talk about. We heard about you’re attacks and seeing how you’re famous we will like to give you a hint, next time don’t throw sharp objects, you may poke someone’s eyes out and Professor Severus Snape said he’ll have to write that on you’re recommendation for a job when you are older.
Deputy Headmistress,
Minerva McGonagall
Harry read the letter over and over again, but why did he need these class’s. He crinkled up the paper and gnawed on it. The ink faded from his spit.
Harry yelled,” NO! I DO NOT HAVE AN ANGER MANAGEMENT PROBLEM HOW DARE THEY ACCUSE ME OF SUCH A HORRID CRIME!”
I wrote this after I read the fifth book and I started the second chapter but never got to far in it. Now that I finished the sixth book should I write more on his anger management class's and pretend like the sixth book haven't happened yet or what?