Well now, I think I nearly ruined Destiny making it too goody goody, tried to pull back too much, so I decided to write a sixth year Dark Harry. My story editor doesn't really like Dark Harry, so I did all the edits of this one on my own. I hope you like it. Please review, thanks.

Harry Potter's Anger, Pain, And Revenge"

Chapter 1 "The Slide Begins"

Harry just looked at the blank walls of his bedroom. Back at the Dursleys again. He would have been happy thinking about being back in the wizard world soon, but the lies of the Ministry, Dumbledore withholding information, and most importantly, the death of Sirius, the wizarding world was feeling less and less like his home.

The problem is where did he belong? As near as he could figure, at least for now, nowhere. All of the bad emotions were taking over. He couldn't seem to feel happy about anything.

Harry took a deep breath and made a decision. He would forget about the petty bickering between Dumbledore and the ministry. Screw them, the prophecy said only he could kill Voldemort. And kill him he would, and he would exact revenge on Lestrange and Pettigrew as well. He needed to prepare.

He needed some things from Diagon Alley, as well as Knockturn Alley, after all, gotta fight fire with fire. Thats why Voldemort gains ground so fast, the Ministry is too afraid to use more powerful spells, Moody taught him that. Hell, in Harry's opinion, even Dumbledore drew the line too soon.

Harry now had a plan and would make it work or die trying.

"I'll be back later." Harry said as he ran downstairs with his moneybag and his Gringott's key.

"Hey, what about your chores? I don't care what those freaks said you will earn your keep." Vernon said before Harry could get out the door.

"Crap I don't have time for this." Harry said as he turned to face Vernon. "Vernon, I'm trying to fight the guy who is the reason I got stuck on your doorstep fifteen years ago. How about I give you ten quid to piss off?"

Vernon didn't know what to say to this. He did find his voice eventually, "You will not speak to me in that manner, you will respect me."

Harry sighed in frustration and drew his wand. "Listen Dursley, you have never earned that respect, and I've done Dud's chores all these years. let him do them for a while. And don't say a word about I can't use magick outside of school, I've had a shit year, my godfathers dead, not to mention I always get off with the ministry of magick regarding what I do that might be wrong. Besides right now the ministry has too much on their plate with Voldemort. Not too mention all of the dark arts spells I know right now to fight him, you really shouldn't try my patience."

Harry had backed Vernon into a corner and his eyes had gone from looking like his mothers to a glowing, menacing green. "want me gone? You want me outta your life forever? Then you help me do what I gotta do to kill the bastard that killed my parents." Harry took a step back as Vernon paled slightly.

"Let me tell you this, there was a prophecy that says one will kill the other. If I lose, he will go after muggles as well as wizards. If I win I'll be glad to get the fuck outta your hair, I already have a place to go sort of, once Voldemorts gone that is, because the people using it won't need it anymore."

Vernon just gulped and stared at Harry in fear.

"In case you're wondering, I have a nice inheritance, two of them actually, now that my godfathers dead," Harry's voice choked a little on that last part. "so I can make it worth your while, I've got more money than you've ever seen, and its at the wizard bank and is only accessible by me. Now I've got to get prepared for Voldemort. So, you gonna help me and make some money?"

Vernon showed the signs of thinking it over, Harry could almost hear the gears grinding to a halt."

"I could just cast a spell to force you to help and you would get nothing." Harry paused, "Look, I'm not asking you to like me or my lot, just tolerate and work together to get rid of someone that threatens both of us."

Vernon finally nodded in agreement, "Fine, get out, and I want twenty quid when you get back."

"Fine." Harry turned and left.

When Harry got outside, he stuck out his arm, and a purple triple decker bus appeared and skidded to a halt in front of him.

"Hello I'm Stan Shunpike and I'll be your conductor this morning." Began Stan, who hadn't changed much since Harry had seen him a couple years ago.

"Yeah yeah, could we get moving? I need to get to Diagon Alley." Harry said cutting him off.

"Oi, no need to be rude, 'ey its 'arry Potter. 'aven't seen you in a couple years." Stan said proudly that he knew THE Harry Potter.

"Could we?" Harry said again.

"Absolutely, right this way." Stan showed him onto the bus.

A little while later Harry found himself in the Leaky Cauldron having a butterbeer to ease his nerves after the bus ride.

"You all right Harry?" Tom said wiping the bar.

"Just the bus ride, you wouldn't by chance know a spell or something that makes the ride a little easier?"

"No not really, but I've never known lots a magick. But I don't think thats all thats botherin ya now is it? I heard about Sirius, I'm really sorry."

"Thanks, Tom. Yeah it still hurts a lot. I'm doin okay." Harry downed the rest of his butterbeer. "Say, I expect you hear a lot, think you could give me a heads up if ya hear anything about Lestrange or Pettigrew? I need to have a, er, chat with them."

"I haven't heard anything, but I'll be glad to send ya an owl if I do." then Tom lowered his voice to a whisper. "I think I can trust ya, I see how Dumbledore and that fool Fudge keep bickering back and forth, and its costin lives. I had a brother, he was a muggle, and he got killed last year by them deatheaters. He might still be alive if they'd get their head outta their arse, ya know? I also heard through the grapevine that there''s a prophecy that says yer the only one that can stop 'im. So ya got my support, all the way."

"Thanks Tom, I'll need it. And to let you know, It's gonna get worse before it gets better." Harry said getting up and shaking Tom's hand. "I'll see ya later then?" Tom nodded as Harry headed out the back door that led to Diagon Alley.

Tap tap tap on the brick wall, and Harry was on his way to Gringott's. He needed some more money, some of which he would exchange for muggle money for Vernon as well as some things he needed from the muggle world.

After Gringott's, he went to the Flourish and Blotts study aid section for a pensieve. He figured if he was gonna continue studying occlumency with Snape, which he needed to do to make sure Voldemort stayed out of his head, he wanted protection. Wouldn't do for the potions master to find out what his plans were.

"A pensieve? yes we have a knew one just in. Though I can't see why someone so young would need one." The clerk said as he handed Harry what appeared to be a small silver case about the size of a pack of cigarettes.

"Well, I got a lot on my mind these days ya know? Being the boy who lived is really taking its toll on me of late." Harry said trying to sound as innocent as possible.

"Oh yes, I imagine it would." the clerk said trying to sound sympathetic. "It's better than the old bowl style, more compact and easier to use. I don't get many queries for these, the price is 69 galleons."

Harry was a little shocked at the price, but being as he was now a silent partner in Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, along with whats left of his inheritance, which was still considerable, it wasn't really a problem.

As Harry was about to pay he noticed a display, 'trunk too small, room too small? then make it roomier with "expansion transfiguration spells for every occasion"'

"Is that book any good? My trunk is getting a little tight with all my school books." Harry said as he pointed to the display.

"Well some people swears by it, others say it's a crock. It was the last book Mr. Lockhart wrote before he dropped out of site." The clerk said before taking Harry over to a selection of trunks. "We do have a new trunk that practically fills every need, lots of room, seven compartments, just like the old model, but this one has four of them set as large rooms instead of just one. And each compartment can be customized for any need, only 95 galleons."

"I'll take it." Harry said without hesitation. This would indeed come in handy.

Harry transfigured the trunk to fit in his pocket along side his new pensieve as he left. He decided to have an ice cream sundae while he glanced over the manuals for his new toys.

The pensieve was interesting, it was like a filing cabinet. All he had to do was associate a word with a thought, then pull the thought out with his wand and place it in the case. While he was holding the case, he could access an index of sorts for each word and corresponding thought. Much better than Dumbledore's, especially because it could be configured so that only its owner could use it.

Harry thought of his plan for revenge and associated the words tom riddle with it, and placed his wand to his temple and extracted a long silvery filament and placed it in the case and set it on the table. Wow, Harry thought, he couldn't remember what he was going to do. The words tom riddle popped into his head when he tried to remember. Then he placed his hands on the pensieve, and he could remember again. Yes this was better than definitely better than Dumbledore's. Harry then placed his thought back into his head, he would only use this during Snape's Occlumency and Legilimency lessons.

Harry then moved on to his new trunk's manual. It had a hundred different uses for the rooms, and modular style addons of every type for the rest. He would set up one as a library with a desk and lounge chair. Another would be set up as a potions lab. The third one he would set up as a green house. And the fourth one, hmm.. Harry thought. Yes, sparring area with shower and weapons, maybe even a small bed for resting. Oh yes, the potions lab should most definitely double as an infirmary. He would configure the rooms when he got back to the Dursleys. For now, he needed to get a few things in the muggle world, and since he had very little fast food growing up, he would have lunch there as well. Harry had just realised that even though he grew up in the muggle world, he wasn't allowed to experience it, and It was time he got familiar with that world that he knew so well but still knew so little. He would need this experience in the future he was going to make for himself.