A/N: Hey, my first story on this user :) Used to have a different account but I deleted it...
This story, however, is brand new.

Disclaimer : I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters involved.

Chapter One.

Harry stood, leaning against a wall, picking up a cigarette from his pocket. Smoking; a rather nasty habit he had picked up this summer. His mind darkened as he thought of what had happened just that summer, but he didn't wish to think of this right now. He picked up a lighter, he couldn't use his wand, seeing as he had not yet returned to school.

He stood in a dark alley all alone, he knew it was not what the regular Harry Potter would have done, but just for tonight, he was not the usual Harry. Tomorrow he would pack his bags, and the day after that, he would go to Hogwarts, to start his seventh year. He needed a breath of freedom before he was locked away in some old building with all of his enemies and former friends.

He heard laughter, and not long after, a group of people passed him, apparently they were going into this seemingly abandoned alley to vomit or do other inappropriate things they had been thrown out of the pub right up the street for doing. He watched them, they paid no attention to him whatsoever. He couldn't care less. If he wanted to be noticed he could just go right back into the Wizarding World. He would get enough stares there already. Traitor. They had called him. He made one mistake, and all of a sudden, their hero had turned into a traitor, lowlife scum and other not so nice things. He lighted his cigarette, realizing he had not done this before, fascinated by his own thoughts. The people who had passed him, stopped dead in their tracks at the sound of the lighter.

"What was that?"

"Did you hear something?"

He laughed, he couldn't help it, he was amused by their helplessness, and like a beast watching it's prey, he didn't move.

One of them turned to his direction. It was a girl, a pretty girl, but she didn't see him. Too much alcohol in her system, he supposed.

He felt like doing something drastic, like scaring them, but he did not move, and eventually, they lost interest, walked past him again and out to the open street. He couldn't help but hope that they would get hit by a car, it was the kind of morbid thoughts he had been having lately, since Lord Voldemord possessed him. He was still inside his mind, but not as much as he had been in the middle of the summer.

He heard steps. Someone was approaching him. He didn't care, but let his cigarette fall down at the ground, just in case he needed both of his hands free to fight.

"So this is where you have been hiding." A boy with raven hair, and the unmistakable trademark scar on his forehead became visible as the gloomy moon shone down upon them for just a moment.

"I've been expecting you." Harry said.

"Of course you have, we can't be that long apart without meeting, you know." The boy came closer towards him.

"I know." Harry said, as they melted together. A neat little trick he had learned during the summer, to send out a copy of himself to do business he'd rather not do.

Someone clapped.

"This alley has been far to crowded for my taste." Said Harry, and looked above him, towards the source of the clapping.

"A nice trick indeed." Harry could almost hear the smirk in his voice.

"Ron."

"Harry."

"You bore me."

"You bored me first." Ron whined childishly, then turned to a more serious voice. "That's why we're not friends anymore. You're far too boring."

"Will you stop the whining and the ridicule and tell me why you have come?" Harry had no time to play games with his former friend.

"Well, I just wanted to drop by and give you one final warning not to return to school this year."

"But, oh my, how I miss the knowledge I gain at Hogwarts." Mocked Harry.

"I am serious, we will not give you any further warning."

"Fine by me, then I don't have to talk to any of you."

"Harry." Ron's voice turned sad. "Will you not even consider to join us again?"

"I joined you once before, and it ruined my life. I will not. This is my answer."

"This is you absolute last chance." Ron pleaded.

"I have given you my answer a thousand times already, will you now leave me?"

Ron nodded, and jumped down to Harry's level. "You look awful."

"You look pathetic, now leave." Harry's eyes hardened. Inside his mind there was a voice screaming for revenge and blood. "LEAVE!"

Ron turned, looking afraid, and disappeared into the shadows.

'He's weak, you could have killed him. Why did you not kill him you stupid fool? That would have been the end of it, the war and everything. They would have taken his death as an example of what happens when you stand up against Harry Potter.'

"I will not tell you this again, shut up stupid voice, I do not need you." Harry closed his eyes as if it would get the voice to leave, he knew it would not work, it had in the beginning, but the voice was just craving more and more, it would leave him for now, but it would be back soon.

He started walking, he really needed a drink...

End of chapter 1.