Disclaimer; i do not own Harry potter or any rights to the characters. This story is taking place the Sixth year of Harry's return, as he has recently lost Cedric Diggory, and his godfather Sirius black has done a great deal to Harry's attitude. He is skipping classes and becomming reckless. Rating will go up. TRXHP or tom/harry so if you don't like yaoi, don't read.Review please.

"Ok Harry, were starting the column. Ehemm. The past couple of years, I understand have been hard and strenuous for a hero like you Mr. Potter."

"Uh, Ya they have been, I mean with the loss of my near friend and then my godfather..."

Half in a daze I had found myself talking to a reporter for the daily profet.

How could I sell myself out like this? A couple of galleons for what? To relive painful memories and have them sound off in the corridors day after day? I must be loosing my mind here. It is afterall, my sixth year at this hell hole.

"Well then shall you recount the compelling stories of both encounters with you-know-who? Oh don't leave out any details."

Oh how this would make Sirius's blood boil. How would Cedric feel if he became just another name in a paper beside the return of you-know-who? They would be so ashamed right now. If I could only contact Sirius. Maybe the department of Mysteries will help, they seem to be knowledgeable about their archway in the dais. Luna said last semester that inside, holds the kindered spirits of a thousand lost men.

"Mr. Potter? Are you quite alright?

Then again Loony Lovegood makes up alot of crock just the same. I wonder if she half right beleives all of the things she says, does her brain even think before she speaks?

"MR. POTTER! Would you please pay attention, as I have other interviews to run as well."

"Oh um I think, I think I need to go lie down for a bit, I'm sorry for wasting you time but im not feeling very well."

Good excuse Harry.

"Oh, Ok then Mr. Potter. I will be seeing you then, make sure to catch up with me if you feel like it before tomorrows end, here you go."

Does he really expect me to use this fucking calling card? I do not think that he gets the point that I do not want to talk. But wait, wasn't I the one that scheduled the interview? Ah, no matter, I just need a lie down.

"Hey Potter, where do you think your going?"

Ohh damn it! I really do not need Malfoy's nonsense right now. Ahh! My scar is searing, maybe I should just split open my head and not give Voldemort the satisfaction of torturing me whenever Dumbledore is not present.

"Hey! Come back here when im talking to you. You will pay Potter. COME BACKKKkkkkk...

Finally, if i just run this last bit of corner, I can make it to the common room, yes then up to the dormatories and off to bed. Fuck.

"Hey Harry. I didn't catch you today in potions.You alright?

Ron. The most blunder-headed of pals, yet the most thoughtfull.

"Uh ya, I was just, down trying to get madame Pomfrey to check out my fever."

Good lie.

"Are you Ok?"

"Yes Ron, im perfectly fine."

two for two. Wow im really getting good at avoiding the truth.

"Well then alright, do you want to come down with me and Hermione to see if we can get Nearly Headless Nick to give Malfoy a little scare?"

"Hey, who said that I was in on this?"

Good old Hermione the royal pain in the ass. Voice of reason? More like Funkiller.

" No, not tonight. Im tired and I think I would rather just tought off to bed."

Wow. I must really be sick to pass up the oppertunity to get that kiss up Malfoy a piece of his own pie.

"Alright then Harry, Ron, I think that im going to pass to, I mean the loads of homework Snape gave out will keep me up for a while and I must really get started. Harry, I advise you not to miss tomorrow's class, Snape will have a fit seeing this was the third class in two weeks."

Thank you for the reminder. I haven't slept for three weeks either, and do you really think I am worried about Snape when you-know-who or I must die? Oh and to top it all off, I need to see that slimey bastards face again, great.

"Goodnight."

Here it comes. The hours of lying in bed, not knowing how much time has passed, or how long it will take to drift off. In my case, it will probably never happen. Sirius. Why oh why did I have to trust my stupid dream. I should have used the mirror, I really was concered for you though. I hope you can read thoughts wherever you are. Hey, if you can read thoughts maybe ol' Diggory can too. Hey Diggs, sorry about the whole Cho thing. She really is a bitch though. I mean I despise the way she got jealous in an instant. Good snoggings though. Have I gone completly mad? I mean look at me, talking to myself in the plain of night. Although they had thought I was crazy when i told them about Voldemort. Look how wrong they were. Now im forced to murder or be murdered. How lovely.

"Harry, you still awake?"

Great. Just what I needed. Little old Ron. What a Weasel.

"Clearly, my eyes are wide open. What is it?"

Like I really care right now.

" It's...it's..."

Come on, spit it out!

"It's Cho."

Cho. Well well well. Did she get in trouble with her new boyfriend or something? Like i give a care about a git like Cho.

"Very well, what happened?"

"Harry...shes dead."

Gone to join ol' Diggory beyond the stars has she. Good. She was ruthless. Her little weasel of a friend should have went with her.

"Bring me to her. NOW!"

So I can see the dumbfounded expression on her lifeless face and then the one on her old weasel friends.

"These corridors ever seem so long to you Ron?

" Yes Harry, but have you been alright? I mean you have been awfully quiet these past weeks, I know it must be hard with the circumstances and all."

Bloody right its hard! I mean I just lost the two most important people in my life. Now I find out old Voldy is trying to posess me, and once more I must kill him. The prophacy. Hmm. Dumbledore told me not to think about this. Just in case Voldemort was reading my mind. Well how do you like it now Voldemort! You kow what? I already know your secret. You are 1 seventh of a man. The Hore Crux I have not yet killed. I know where they lay. Smarter than you think eh? I mean no one else knows but me. And that I never really killed any part of you except one. No one has.

Very well my child.

"What did you say Ron?"

"Nothing Harry. Are you alright?"

No, you said very well my child. Unless...

"AHH."

Fuck. Not again.

Yesss for I will search the mind until i find the very essence of where they lay.

"Harry, Harry! Hold still, I will get madame Pomfrey and Professor Dumbledore. Don't worry."

Oh almost got it now, no this memory wont do, Oh how cute you were on your first tricycle.

Leave me alone!

Oh almost there now, no I will just keep you busy with the memory of dear old Cedric Diggory, Yess him dying in front of your eyes should do the trick.

Ahhh.

Oh the first one is hidden in the midst of Hogwarts I see, near the old charms room...hmm...inside a vase of snarling snarklebolts i see...I have posessed one. Next.

STOP IT! PLEASE!

Oh now why would I do that, this is for the better beleive me, now stay quiet boy.

Oh yes, the third, out by the forbidden forst, seems it has been in another diary of mine, how unoriginal.

Fuck, here comes profe...professor!

I really must be going then, I know all the locations, but one thing Potter, why did you not destroy all of my Cruxes?

I...I was a little preoccupied with deaths and all that you caused!

Oh really, for as it says in your mind the real reason is that...

AHHHHHHHHH...

You admire me. Ha is that is Potter?

No...it..it's a lie

You admire me if I was once again Tom Riddle who you thought according to your mind was a worthy decent person eh?

Ahhhhhh...Leave me alone.

I really must be going, we will talk sometime. When I am again Tom.

"AHHHHHHHH"

"Harry! I brought Dumbledore, and McGonagall hold on"

"Now harry, we have alarmed madame Pomfrey but she is at St. Mungo's looking after Nymphadora for some accident. Anyways can you hear me?"

Old professor McGonagall, the voice of calm soothing pleasure as one of my favorite teachers.

"Mr. Potter, I have a notion you can hear us. Was it Voldemort?"

Ah Dumbledore. The misguided old man. The adult who has always protected me.

"Yes, Ah he..."

Wait a minute, should I really say weather or not he knows? Does it really matter.

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