Leaving Behind

Chapter 9

Pairing: Harry/Severus
Rating: Strong R/NC-17
Beta: Rini who has done a great job. You are the greatest Rini!!
Spoilers: All Books if you have not read all of the books don’t read this.
Warning: Cussing, Slight Beatings, SLASH! Lemon later on.
Summary: Harry goes back to the Dursleys after 5th year. He learns some new things and runs away from the Dursleys. When goes back to school only to push the only friends he has ever known way. Can Severus being back the Harry they all once knew or is he lost forever.

Important A/N: This is the last chapter I have done. I am still working on Chapter 10. It could be done but it is not as long as I would have hoped for so I am still going. School has just started for me… so updates now will be a little slow… I am very sorry… please don’t kill me.

A/N 2: This chapter should run mostly by time… If I am a bit off. I am only human please don’t be mad.

Last Chapter:

Their conversations went on like this for about an hour longer until they decided they were tired. They said their good night’s and went to bed. Harry and Snape were getting their minds ready for the day ahead and the start of a new school year.


Harry woke early to start his training and he started out with his usual two hour run around the manor, thinking the whole time how much he was going to miss this house. For the first time in his life; he had a home to come back to and someone who would miss him well he was away. Sunny had all ready cried when he brought Harry his breakfast.

His daily schedule was going to end today due to his school start-of-term tomorrow. He knew that it wasn’t probable that he could continue his exercises at school, plus he was sure that he would have a lot of school work. Though, Harry was still going to try and keep up with his routine as much as he could, such as his early morning run. Although, he had learned the books by heart, knew them forward and back. Such as spells and potions, which he could do with ease and by heart, he was still needed to attend his classes and doing his homework.

As far as traveling to Hogwarts, Harry was not stupid; he knew that Dumbledore was going to put someone on the train to find him. He was so not going to be treated as some sideshow freak because of his new appearance, although he did know that once he got to Hogwarts, he would not be able to stop them. So he sat down and watched eleven o’clock came and went, he then got from where he was sitting and went to go read a book.

—Hogwarts Express—

Severus was stalking down the train corridor, looking into compartments as he went, and gave an air of being menacingly as the occupants of each cubicle, daring them to do something immoral so that when they got to school, he would be able to deduct the first house points from school. As he was walking toward the last car, he saw Granger and Weasley walking toward him, doing the same thing he was, searching for Harry.

“Professor Snape, sir, have you seen Harry? He doesn’t appear to be on the train…” Granger asked him.

“I have not. The boy should know that he needs to be at the station for the train. He has been arriving here for six years now, never mind the fact that he missed the train in his second year,” Severus voice cut like knives, glaring at Weasley for the memory. Mentally, he thought that the boy didn’t take the train, why wasn’t he surprised. It wasn’t like he could blame him for arriving at the train station. After what had happened last year when the Ministry finally admitted to the public that Voldemort had come back, everyone then looked to the boy like he was the answer to all their questions and prayers. Of course, they were stupid people, thrusting their trusts in a teenage boy to their fate.

Albus, more then anyone, had put his hope in Harry. Severus does as well, but he knew that Harry needed to be taught advanced magic if he was to succeed. It is high time to stop cuddling the young man and get into nitty, gritty things and fight; not just Harry but for all of them. They had to win because if Voldemort wins; then everyone in Wizarding and Muggle worlds alike, would end up living in a nightmare that they would never wake up from. Severus had long sworn when Voldemort had first fallen; that if he ever came back, he would get even, if it killed him. A voice broke through his thoughts.

“Does that mean you did not see him from the way you came?”

“No, of course not, Weasley,” Severus said curtly and walked off. Hermione and Ron sighed and walked back to their compartment, and they sat down with a thump.

“So Harry’s not coming back this year? He has to,” Ron whined loudly.

“I am sure he will be at the school, he might even be there all ready. Maybe it has to do with last year, maybe Professor Dumbledore has let him to come early or something,” She said, not knowing what had happened, and the Order was keeping their meetings and details more and more undisclosed this past summer. The door slid open and they both looked up, their faces changing to a sneer when they saw who was at the door. Without invitation, Draco Malfoy and his two goons walked into the compartment.

“Well, if it isn’t Mudblood and the Weasel,” Malfoy drawled. “Where’s your Potty? Did he finally figure out not to hang around you?”

“Sod off, Malfoy,” Ron shot back. “You’re just mad because Harry put your dad in Azkaban,” Malfoy’s face went red. He started to reach for his wand.

“I truly hope you don’t plan on using that, Mr. Malfoy,” another voice joined them. “Weasley, you should know better than to antagonize another student. You should be lucky, the term has not started as of yet, otherwise I’d shell out detentions and points deduction.”

After glancing at the professor, Malfoy left with a smirk on his face. Fully satisfied that both Ron and Hermione was getting lectured.

“Sir, he started it,” said Ron, clenching his fist. By then, Snape had walked into the room as the Slytherins left.

“Mr. Weasley, I really don’t care who started it. You will leave him alone from now on, he has lost his father and no matter how much you hate him, it still doesn’t give you any right to say things like that.”

“So, you wanted us to just sit here and let him call us names and insulting Harry?” Ron asked, with a glint of bravery and fear.

“Yes, that is precisely what you are supposed to do from now on,” Snape hissed back. He then, left the small room in a fury of thriving, black robes.

“Bloody Git.”

“Ron!” snapped Hermione for his language, “He’s a teacher, and I think he is correct. Malfoy likes to make you mad and you just let him get to you. What good does it do, to get mad if you are only making it more entertaining to him?” She got out one of her books and set it in her lap and started reading. About ten minutes of silence, she looked up and sighed, “Well I’m going to go check on the first years and see if they need anything. Of course, there’s the possibility of them having gotten into trouble. Are you coming?”

“Yeah I guess,” replied Ron, finishing one of his pumpkin pastries. “We are prefects after all. It is our job to keep the little runts out of trouble.”

“Ron, don’t call them that,” she said disapprovingly. He just rolled his eyes at her and fallowed her out to look check on other students. Along the way: they found Ginny, Dean, Neville, and Luna.

“Hey Hermione, Ron,” Dean called out from sitting next to his girlfriend Ginny. He looked for something beyond the two and frowned. “Where’s Harry?”

“That’s just it, we’re not sure, he doesn’t seem to be on the train at all.”

“Well maybe he is at school all ready then,” Ginny said. Then she laughed nervously, “What if he drove to school like you two did?”

“I should hope not,” said Ron darkly. Then he changed the subject, “So how was everyone’s summer?”

“Oh, we were just listening to Luna tell us about hers,” answered Ginny.

“Yes, my father took us to the States to go Snipe hunting.”

“They don’t exist,” Hermione started, “people make them up and then tell it to their drunken friends. So that they will have a story to make fools out of themselves,” Hermione said with an air of superiority. She turned and headed back out of the room before they could say anything. “Honestly…” she grumbled to herself as she continued her way down the train corridor. Ron was following behind her at a distance as she fumed, slightly afraid of her wrath.

All too soon, they were at the station in Hogsmeade, and started heading for the Not-So-Horseless carriages. Hermione and Ron could see that Luna was petting the thestrals before getting into the carriage. Then off they went; hundreds of carriages went off toward the school. Ron and Hermione in one, hoping Harry is at the school now. They all walked into the Great Hall and went to their rightful tables. Once everyone had sat, the Griffindors looked up and down the table, searching for someone and one thing was wrong, they didn’t see Harry anywhere. All the tables broke out in quiet chatter about the odd absence of The-Boy-Who-Lived. They all stopped talking when the door pushed opened and Professor McGonagall walked in with the stool and the Sorting Hat, and followed by small first years. As they sat, they watched as the Sorting Hat began to sing.

When I was newly made, my friends,
I was given a simple task,
To take them, to sort them,
Into the house they will stay—

Day and night,
Night and day,
I can’t help to think that,
This sorting thwarts the purpose
Unite in the common goal,
Before it all turns to cinders—

Foe of friend,
And friend of foe,
A serpent and the lion will beat all,
All four house unite—
And two people take stand
Come together to form a plan

Brave Gryffindor, the lions;
Be strong and true—
Face your fears

Clever Ravenclaw, the eagle;
Use your wit and knowledge—
Use common sense

Loyal Hufflepuff, the badger;
Be loyal to the end—
Work as you might

Cunning Slytherin, the serpent;
Slyness is your friend—
So is cunning and masks

So now I’ve said it, let’s be done,
For I’m the Hogwarts Sorting Hat,
And the sorting had begun!

The Great Hall was quiet, and few people clapped awkwardly. Who were these people that the hat was talking about? What did they mean by coming together to form a plan? Professor McGonagall then stood up and started calling off the names.

“Cole, Samantha!” After a minute, she became the first Hufflepuff.

“Gibbs, Kris!” And he became the first Gryffindor.

“Loran, Kathy!” The first year became the first Ravenclaw.

“McConnell, Alexander!” he became the first Slytherin. Before long, the Sorting was finished and the feast was about to begin. Just as Dumbledore started to rise from his seat, there was a sudden wind in the room. The wind started to blow harder and swirl faster in one spot, making a tornado effect. As everyone tried hold onto their hats, some that were not so quick to catch them had flown off and into the twisting funnel.

Then just as soon as it had started it stopped, there stood a young man. He was wearing a long leather jacket that looked like a robe, with black fitting leather pants, and a black shirt. He stood six-two. His hair was tied back into a low pony tail and had long bangs that covered half of his face. Most of the girls and even some of the guys were drooling at the sight. One such person was sitting at the teachers table; his black eyes studying the figure. The figure that had appeared before them, looked up at the head table to look straight into Severus’s eyes, his bright green eyes shining with amusement.

“Potter,” Severus said in a growl. Everyone in the room just stared, some were trying to hide the lust in their eyes from others when they realize who it was..

“Sorry, for being late, Headmaster. I had… other things to attend to,” Harry bowed his head slightly.

“Nonsense, my boy, you were just on time. Please sit down, and the words are… tuck in,” the food appeared. Most of the people in the Great Hall did not even reach out to take anything, instead, they were watching Harry stalking to the end of the Gryffindor table and sat down as far away from his friends possible. Slowly as Harry ate quickly, everyone began eating too. After Harry finished eating, he stood up and headed for the head table.

“Headmaster, can I talk to you in private, Professor Snape as well,” the headmaster nodded in answer. Harry knew he was going to miss Dumbledore’s yearly speech and so Harry headed off to the office. When Harry got to the Gargoyle, instead of saying the password, which he obviously didn’t know, he reached his hand behinds its ear. There, lay a very small button and if you knew what to look for, you would find it.

He had read about the hidden button in the books he had found out from the founders and they were only passed down through their heirs. He knew many things about this castle that no one but the heirs knew of. He knew there was another button on the gargoyle and if you pressed it there would be and opening leading down but he would do that another day, for now, he had things to be present at for..

He took the ride up the moving stairs into the office and walked in, he conjured tea, biscuits, even some of those damnable Lemon Drops the Headmaster was so fond of and waited. Then someone arrived at the door and came forth, the Potions Master. “How did you get in here so quickly? Lucky guess, Potter?”

“No, I didn’t guess the password,” replied Harry.

“How then?”

“I’m not telling until the Headmaster is here,” said Harry, not answering his question.

“I am here, my dear boy,” Albus said walking into the room behind Severus. “Oh, tea, lovely thought,” He picked up the tin of Lemons Drops and popped on into his mouth. He also poured out three cups of hot tea. “Now, please tell us what you have been up to, over the summer?” Harry sighed. He knew this question was coming but he wished he needn’t deal with it.

“When I turned sixteen, I got a letter from the Gringotts, informing me that I have had other vaults opened up to me. I had all ready planned on running away by then. I had been studying and learning spells, the theory of course, before the Ministry sent me the letter tell me I could use magic. My muggle relatives hated me even more. So when I left, I had made sure they would never remember me or my time spent with them. You could call it as my last gift to them if you will. I went to Gringotts, and got everything sorted out. I also found me a house from all of my properties. Before you ask, I will not tell you where my house is. I also learned more about my family’s heritage,” he paused, gathering his thoughts.

“You see, my mom was not really a muggle as you thought she was, she came from a long line of squibs, they had only forgotten about the magic or that it even exists. She was the heir of Rowena Ravenclaw. My father, as some know, was the heir of Godric Gryffindor. I only have Slytherin abilities because of Voldemort, after being transferred some of his power into me in the night my parents died... I have a theory on why that happened, though I am not all that sure. From the books and diaries I read, I learned that they had such strong a bond of friendship; it is said they shared everything, from love to magical powers. So with the bond, they might have been able to transfer some of their powers to others. Some lasted for short amount of time and others for longer, depending on their potency of blood heir. With my parents defying and stopping him three times, and of course, me being the heir of both lines, the spell, my mother’s sacrifice, transferred some of Voldemort’s (Snape flinched slightly) powers to me and stayed, in theory, permanently.”

“You mean to inform me that you are the heir of two lines?” Severus asked incredulously.

“Yes, that is what I am implying, why?”

“The Sorting Hat Song,” interrupted Dumbledore, his face realizing something, “the hat was talking about you and another person coming together, to defeat the evil we are facing,” Albus said. Severus beside him paled, “Severus, are you feeling quite all right?” Both Harry and Albus watched him worriedly.

“I… not many know of my heritage. Far back in the line, I have some Slytherin and a little Hufflepuff in my heritage. Surely, it can’t be me, I don’t have that much in me of either bloodline to make much difference,” Dumbledore did not look that convinced.

“Well,” he sighed, leaning back, “my boys, I think you should both start working together. Harry, you have your Occlumency lessons once a week, I think it would be wise if you two would meet once more a week to talk and make plans.”

“Are you serous, Headmaster? I just wanted to learn Occlumency and get it over and done with, so then I would be left with my studies.”

“I think this would be wise and for the best; so yes, I would like you to do this,” There was no way that they could say no. It was more of an order than anything else.

“Fine, sir.”

“Great, now Harry, the ban from Quidditch you had from last year, I am most happy to say that it has lifted. I am quite sure you will like to play again, now that you can.”

“No sir,” he declined. “I wish not to play Quidditch. I—I would like to ask if I can be pulled out of my house as well,” Dumbledore who had just raised his cup to take a sip of tea dropped his cup in surprise. The cup hit the floor and shattered to pieces, the scalding tea pooled in the area as Dumbledore stared at him.

“Why, surely you like to be with your friends?” Severus just gaped at Harry like he suddenly grew a second head and a tail.

“No sir, I wish to focus on my studies and I can’t do that in Gryffindor. It is my right as heir to both Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, I rather not be in a house. I have far too much to learn and for me to do than having to listen to them pester me about everything,” he said in a matter of fact tone. “I wouldn’t have even come back if I didn’t need to learn Occlumency but I came,” he finished in a tone that clearly stated he would leave anytime he wanted.

“Potter, I would think that your fame has finally gotten to your head. You want people to bend over backwards for you just because you The-Bloody-Boy-Who-Lived. The Headmaster here has all ready done so much for you and here you are, making these stupid requests.”

“I told you—” he began hotly but stopped himself and sighed. “Fine, keep me in my house then. I am still not playing Quidditch.” Harry said and left the room. ‘Stupid bastard,’ he swore silently. He wanted to not have to deal with his friends at all. He stomped up to the Fat Lady’s portrait. She sat in her high back chair and her pink frilly dress.

“Password?” She looked him up and down with her eyes.

“Fuck…” he swore silently, “I didn’t get it,” She looked affronted by the cussing in front of her.

“No password, no entry.”

“How about I give you the override password? Honorus [honorable],” Her portrait swung open to let him in, he took a breath before walking into the room.

“Harry!” Ron and Hermione yelled as he walked into the room. Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing to stare at him. He just turned his head away from where they were and kept on walking to the stairs to the boys’ dorm like he did not hear their yells, for him to stop. He walked into the room and quickly resized his trunk to normal and fled into the trunk. It had upset him that he couldn’t be normal, that he had to hurt his friends.

So he did what he did every time he got stressed, walking into his armory, he quickly took off his coat and picked up the long sword. The manikin-type man came out and they started the fight. It was almost like dancing, one would move the other countered the sword, the pair were slowly building up speed in the series of attacks before anyone could tell which one attacked or countered; it was all in a blur of movement. Then in a blink of an eye, the ‘duel’ stopped with the end of Harry’s sword thrust into the chest of the manikin. Harry pulled out his sword and after he put it away, he walked into the training room and started his workout. By midnight, Harry crawled into the library and tumbled onto the couch and fell asleep.

His morning started early as he woke up on the couch in his library. He got up; rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and went for his morning run. Today, he would start running around the lake once then the school twice and around the lake one again before going in to take a shower and getting ready for his first day of classes.

As Harry went into the Great Hall, he knew he was still early, very much ready to start the day. He had a book tucked under his arm as he sat at the end of the table. He piled some pieces of toast on his plate and buttered one and ate the toast, opening his book to where he left off at.

“Hey mate, whatcha’… reading?” Ron said between mouthfuls of eggs beside him.

“Nothing you would like to know,” Harry said simply, continuing his reading and ignoring his friend beside him.

“Don’t tell me, you’ve gone all Hermione on me?” Harry merely shrugged and did not say anything.

“Mr. Potter,” Professor McGonagall stood behind him.

“Yes Professor?” asked Harry, finally looking up.

“Here is your class schedule. Professor Dumbledore has kindly informed me this morning about you not playing Quidditch this season; I wish that you would reconsider.” Ron had stopped mid-motion of shoveling food in his mouth, eyes showing pure horror.

“Not playing?” he asked hollowly, “What do you mean not playing, you are the best Seeker we have ever had! You have got to play,” Ron practically yelled, spitting some of the eggs.

“I am not playing,” he calmly spoke, “I have other things more important then a stupid game.” The whole hall gasped, Ron had dropped his fork and it clattered to the floor, staring at him flabbergasted. Harry got up from the table wearily and left the hall, feeling terrible for his friend.


“Hermione, I think Harry’s gone mental,” Ron said brushing the eggs off his lap that he had dropped unknowingly and reaching for a clean fork.

“Well, I don’t think so; I think he is just upset because of what happened last year. Just give him sometime to himself; I think he will come around…” She sounded like she was trying to convince herself of the fact as well.


Harry sighed and looked down and his now crinkled schedule, he had held it in a tight fist. He leaned on the wall and looked down at what class he had first. ‘Great, the wonderful Potions, first class. Severus is always a git to me in class. Well, at least I’ll pass now,’ he thought bitterly. He looked at the rest of it.’ Well, at least I don’t have Divination anymore. Mmm, Medi-Wizardry classes, well that will come in handy, with the war and all.’

Monday:
Potions
Care of Magical Creatures
Double Medi-Wizardry

Tuesday:
Herbology
Defense Against the Dark Arts
Double Transfiguration

Wednesday:
Care of Magical Creatures
Charms
Double Free Period

Thursday:
Transfiguration
Herbology
Double Potions

Friday:
Medi-Wizardry
Charms
Double Defense Against the Dark Arts

‘Excellent, Double Free Period on Wednesday, more work that will actually be of use to me,’ He quickly walked into a classroom that was not in used and enlarged his trunk. This morning, he had wisely shrunk his trunk this morning in case he needed any books from his thorough library. He didn’t even need a book bag for his classes.

Quickly retrieving his books for class, Harry walked down to the dungeons for Potions and took one of the seats in the front of the class and got out everything he would need and started to read from the spot he left off. Slowly, the class filtered into the room, yet, Harry did not even look up from his book when someone sat next to him and tapping him on the shoulder. The door banged open and Professor Severus Snape strolled in. Harry shut his book silently as Snape turned around and glared around the class.

“From this point on, this will be one of your hardest classes. This is your N.E.W.T.s Potions class. If you don’t plan on working hard, I would advise you to… Get out, now!” no one moved and Snape sneered. “Now, to get into this class, you had to receive an Outstanding on your O.W.L. Now, let’s begin,” Severus waved his wand towards the board and words appeared on the board.

“This is one of the advanced healing potions you will be learning for the next two years. It will be in your N.E.W.T.s. Now, get to work. This potion you will be doing, you are to work alone and if any of them are perfect, they will go into Hospital Wings’s store,” then without word, he stared at them to start working. Everyone started get up and get there things. Harry didn’t even look at the list of the ingredients or the directions; he knew the potion by heart. He set everything out and put it in order and started to chop and stew, not once looking up at the board or looking around the room for clues.


Severus watched Harry work on the potion. ‘Interesting he has not looked up once at the board for instruction once...’ “Mr. Potter, are you so good at potions that you do not need instructions?” Severus taunted, he had gotten up from his desk and walked over to Harry’s work station. He watched the boy as he expertly chopped and slowly drop in the daisy root. His potion was now at its most unstable point and once four drops of dragon blood were added, it the potion was stable again. Harry slowly worked with steady hands, gave the portion a half stir clockwise, a step that was the part that most people missed. Even the most skilled, they sometimes forgot the necessary stir. The potion was now being simmered for five minutes before the last ingredient needed to be added, it was two drops of phoenix tears.

For the first time, since he had begun the potion, Harry looked up, “Hello, sir.” He had ignored his question awhile ago and he began questioning him again, rephrasing the question.

“Potter, do tell how is it that you did this potion without looking up, not even once?” People in the room stopped and looked at Harry. Harry then answered calmly, keeping his eye on the time.

“Not to be unpretentious or anything, but I have erudite the book by heart; I can, for the most part, do them without having to look them up, sir,” he quickly added the phoenix tears when he saw that five minutes were up. He took the cauldron off the fire to let it cool. He began cleaning up his mess, Severus looked skeptical but nodded and walked around the room, stopping at some and yelling them for not adding something when it should or the color being off.

“Bottle and label your potions, and then you can leave after you clean up your mess,” Snape said, glowering over a student who had the potion pink-orange when it was supposed to be green-blue. Snape saw Harry nodding absently and began to bottle the potion. Once he was done, he took his vial of the potion up to the table to sit with the ones to be graded. Then Potter turned to leave as he had all ready cleaned up his mess but he called out his name, “Potter.”

“Yes, sir?” Harry said, turning around and facing Snape.

“We start tonight with your … remedial potions. Be here after dinner and don’t be late,” Harry nodded, he could tell that he was slightly infuriated that he had said the remedial in front of the class. Sighing, he walked out of the room and headed for the next class.


Walking outside to Hagrid’s hut for the Care of Magical Creatures class, what he saw, made him stop walking, Harry’s eyebrows raised in surprise. Standing next to the small hut, stood Grawp, Hagrid’s not-so-little-giant brother, standing next to the hut, by comparison, it looked even smaller. He knew that Grawp was sixteen feet tall, his feet the size of sledges, and his hands the size of beach umbrellas. Other people in the class were looking at the giant with their mouths slack jawed and eyes wide, fear apparent in them.

“Hullo, this is my lil’ brother, Grawp. I’v bin teachin’ ‘im English fer the las’ year. Now, he’s here ter help with this class! Now get along now, class this way,” He led them over to a very strange looking creature. It looked to be asleep, it lay on the ground, both of its legs tied to iron poles at either side of him. It was the strangest looking thing Harry had seen in awhile as much as other in the class. He had only ever read about them in one of his many books, obviously, he never seen one for they were hard to catch. It had the powerful hind legs of a jungle cat but then it had wings where the arms should be, though, at this time, the wings were tucked into its sides. Its face was that of a beast and oddly shaped, and as it laid there, it looked harmless.

“Now does anyone know what this is?” Hagrid looked around the group of students. Harry was the only one who raised his hand, surprisingly, not even Hermione who ninth/tenths of the time, knew the answers. Inwardly, Harry smirked, “Ah yes, ‘Arry?”

“It’s a Wyvern,” Hagrid’s face broke out into a grin.

“Righ’ yeh are. Ten points to Gryffindor. Can anyon’ tell me wha’ makes this magnificent animal sucha dangerous creature?” Again Harry was the only one who raised his hand.

“Well, right now, its asleep and subdued, it is harmless. Though, when it wakes, it moves very fast because of the powerful legs and the wings cut through the air. It runs faster then the speed of sound and is very hard to catch. If the Wyvern were to run past you, the sheer pressure from the speed would explode your head.” The people around Harry gasped horrifically and Hagrid, again, beamed at him. Harry continued his explanation.
“When they’re caught, they are very useful in many potions. Speed potions in particular, speed up your body and mind about ten times than the average or as it your body normally does. You can move faster and think faster but by the end of it, you’re pretty much out of it, and all of your energy would be gone, you would be sleeping for days, just to get back both magical and physical energy.”

“’nother ten points. Yes ‘at is righ’. This will be goin’ to Professor Snape after I am done usin’ it for this class. I want thirteen inches on the other uses of Wyvern and where they are likely to be found at, by next lesson. Off with yeh all back ter the castle now.” Everyone started walking away. Harry, not waiting for Ron or Hermione, spun around on his heel and stalked off in the direction of the castle. He had things to do and no time to waste.

Quickly darting into an unused classroom, he enlarged his trunk and went into his office. Getting out the parchment, quill and ink, he began his essay for Care of Magical Creatures. In no time at all, he was finishing his essay and putting his things away. Looking up at the clock on the wall, lunch was nearly over. He decided to go get a quick bite to eat before going off to Medi Wizardry.

Everyone stopped as he came walking into the Great Hall, ignoring their stares, he walked and sat down pulling a sandwich off the closes plate he could find and eating it as fast as he could and not look like a pig well doing it. Girls giggled a blushed as they watched him.

“Um... Hi Harry.” Harry turned around and found that a Hufflepuff girl that he had never met before, standing behind him. She shifted nervously from foot to foot as she looked at him. “Would you like to… um… go to the first Hogsmeade weekend with me?” Her face turned a bright red color, Harry just stared at her.

“Sorry. I’m not interested in girls… or boys for that matter. I’m too busy to worry about that kind of stuff right now.” Harry said and he quickly finished off the sandwich in his hand; got up and stalked out of the Great Hall. The girl had burst into tears and Harry knew he did not have the best approach to handling that but he really couldn’t care less. He had a bloody war to think about, not about some dates! They might be the same age as him, but they were so much younger than him. After all, he had to grow up fast, due to living at the Dursleys and having to cook and clean since he was old enough to either walk or reach what was needed of him. Then, of course, coming here and having to fight off the brush with death every year because of some madman who wanted him dead, and he was really tired of it. He was sure that it would be another two hundred years before he could, at last, finish Harry off, pitiable really.

Harry really had never been a hateful person; Voldemort had only stepped over the bounds too many times to count and the last one, well it had threw Harry over the edge of hate into something so much more. It was almost an obsession for Harry, he was going to make Voldemort pay for all that he did, for killing his parents, for killing Cedric and Sirius, for making him grow up without ever really being a child. He was going to pay, no matter what it took; Harry was going to make him pay for it all. All the families that had been torn apart because of his abhorrence with muggles and muggle-borns, only because of his muggle father who had never loved his mother or his son, it was pitifully stupid. Calming himself down, Harry walked into the Hospital Wing for his next class as he closed the door behind him.