Chapter 1 Going Insane

After Harry had come home to 4 Privet Drive again he brought up his drunk to his small room and lay down on the bed. Dudley had been trying to make Harry react in any way ever since they drove out from Kings Cross. If they hadn't come home as fast as they had Dudley would probably have used Harry as a punchingbag in order to make Harry react. It's odd that Dudley dared. After the threat from the Order and all. Vernon hadn't spoken on the whole ride home. Neither had Petunia. And for that Harry was thankfull. He didn't want to endure their complains.

A hard knock on the door was heard before it was flung open. Harry slowly turned his head to see Dudley standing in the doorway, looking like a skinny pig on its hindlegs. Harry had hoped to be undisturbed this summer. But it was broken before five minutes at home by his piggy cousin.

"Did you want something?" Harry ask slowly as he turns his head to stare at the celing as he had intended to do for atleast till dinner. Dudley seemed taken aback that Harry wasn't moved by his entrance. But his confused expression disappeared and in its place an evil grin appeared.

"Yeah. I wanted something." He obviously thought he was being funny, or smart. Harry didn't move or respond. Dudley's grin disappeared and he went down stairs, probably to have a small meal, slamming the door shut.

Three weeks later Harry could be found in the park sitting on a big, flat stone in the shadows of some big trees. He had gone deeper and deeper in to his depression. He noticed what happened around him, but he just couldn't bring himself to care. Two Order members would watch him at all times. And Harry knew were they were most of the time. He couldn't avoid seeing them every three hours when they switched. The four would almost always talk quite loudly to each other before two of them would return to the head quarters. Or atleast that's what Harry thought they were going.

He had slept restless ever since Sirius death. It also didn't help that Voldemort showed turtures and murders through their connection most of the time. He had found that he started to grow to like it. Maby 'like' is a bit strong for it, but he didn't dislike it anymore.

Dudley's gang entered the park. One of Dudley's cronies said something that made them all laugh loudly. They walked up to Harry.

"That's our stone, pea-brain!" The same boy that had made the others laugh when they had entered the park said. Harry watched him and dismissed him. The boy was almost as tall as Ron had been the last time he had seen him and he looked as if he worked out regularly. He was new in Dudley's gang.

"What's the matter with you, eh? We're not good enough for your criminal plans, ey?" Dudley and the others started laughing.

"You shouldn't show your wand to muggles, you know." Harry said as he stared deep in to the other boy's eyes. Harry was amased that he could see the boy's emotions. The boy was confused and angry.

"What's a muggle?" The boy ask stupidly.

"What's your name?"

"Damion Malfoy." He snicker slightly at the other boy's name. A malfoy?

"Aren't the Malfoy's blond? And don't you kill muggles for fun?"

"Don't you dare insult my family!" Damion hiss as he pull his wand.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"And why is that?"

"There's two of our kind behind me, hiding in the trees. And of course you would be expelled from our school." Dudley stared at Harry then at Damion before gesturing to his gang that they better go. All but Piers followed Dudley out from the park.

"What are you going to do to him?" Piers asked with exitement.

"Hex him in to oblivion." Harry laugh. "And what's so funny, scarhead?"

"You are." But Harry was cut short as a cutting hex cut through his left leg. With a look of confused expression on his face Harry finally snapped. He started laughing. Damion was stopped grinning as the Boy-Who-Lived laughed with a trashed leg. Piers had paled when he saw what had happened when Damion had uttered just one word. Damion paled as his wand flew from his hand and in to the hands of a witch with purple hair. Then he noticed the man behind him. Damion and Pier were stunned, Lupin and Tonks rushed to the still laughing Harry, who by now had tears running down his face.

I woke up to low voices. I found myself in bed, in a familiar room. I had been taken to Grimault Place. Something they said caught my attention.

"I want to see Harry." Ginny.

"He's asleep now. You can come back later." Dumbledore.

"How's he doing?" Ginny said, but I was lost in thought. What was it that happened to me? Damion cursed me. He cut through my leg with a hex. Such fun! I'll return the favour. This will be so much fun.

Dumbledore flinch as an insane laugh is heard from Harry's bed. Ginny Weasley pales. She's though the door to Harry before I can react. I follow her. When I enter I see Harry has an insane grin on his face as he laughs his insane laugh. Ms Weasley start crying silently. Suddenly the laugh stops and Harry glare with hatred at someone behind me. I turn to find Severus in the doorway with a sneer on his face.

Snape! He'll get what's coming to him. And I don't even have to do it myself. I start to laugh again. It sounds insane even to me. But I don't care. Just as I don't care about Ginny crying and Dumbledore's old sorrow. I laugh at Severus. I laugh at Voldemort. I laugh at Dumbledore. I laugh at love. I laugh at everything that I have ever seen, heard or tasted. They must think I'm mad. But didn't they want me to smile again? To laugh? I hear glass against glass and stop. I glare at Snape. He's pulling out vial after vial, letting Dumbledore pick which one he's going to force me to drink. They've got the nerve to make me drink that! I'll let Voldemort kill all of them. I might even kill some of them myself. I'll put Remus out of his misery. He'll love dying. Can't even cope with a simple curse! Learn to live with it you filth! But on the other hand, you don't have long to go werewolf.