Summary: After being seemingly abandoned, Harry takes back some control. Soon though things change. Can Harry cope? Or will he change too much? Dark Harry! Slash in l8r chapters

Warnings: Adult language, Adult situations, Mention of sensitive topics, Abuse.

Disclaimer: I do not own, nor make any money from my writings.

Authors note: ok so im posting this again, mostly because its bugging me. I have no idea how long it will take to finish, but i will update as often as possible. Review will be more than welcome, though i may not reply as i dont like to leave authors notes too much. Enjoy!

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Harry was angry. Not just slightly angry either. No. He was bloody furious!

On arriving back at the Dursley's he had been unceremoniously locked in his cell turned room, the door only opened twice daily for bathroom breaks and to have left overs shoved inside for him to eat. To start with Harry had welcomed this. His so called family totally ignored him and that meant no abuse and no god damned chores.

After the disaster at the Ministry, Harry found he simply couldn't take anymore. So many had died because of him. Sure people would tell him it wasn't his fault and that it was Voldemorts, but if he had only… No. He wouldn't think about it now. Depression had quickly overtaken Harry in the weeks he spent thinking in his room. His nightmares plagued him endlessly, and he frequently found himself re-living them even whilst awake. His parents, Cedrick and Sirius's deaths were played over and over in his head.

Staring out into the nights sky, Harry clenched his fists. 6 weeks. 6 bloody weeks he had been stuck here, wallowing in his own self-loathing. They had all abandoned him. Not once had he received a letter from his so called friends, not once had the order checked up on him like they had promised, and not once had anyone made any effort to tell him what was going on! He had absolutely no contact with the outside world, be it magical or muggle, and it was sending him stir-crazy! Tracing the many lines that decorated his arms Harry watched dawn break and the new morning light filter through his barred window. In a way he couldn't blame them all for leaving him. After all, all that stood by him, died.

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The screams were loud, painfully agonizingly loud. The sound burrowed deep inside his scull, tunnelling into his bones. Make it stop, he thought, Oh Gods, make it stop. People were crowded around. Faces looking down at him, some hateful, others red with insane laughter. Hands were moving over him, grabbing, pinching, punching. Oh how it hurt. Everything hurt.

Bolting awake Harry glanced wildly around his 'room', terror gripping his throat as his breaths came in short sharp gasps. A dream, only a dream. Looking down at his body he couldn't help the keening wail that escaped his lips. Bruises littered his skin, red angry pinch and fist marks everywhere. With wide eyes Harry looked into the mirror on the far wall. There it was, staring angrily back at him. Red and throbbing it was a constant reminder to him. There was no escape, no matter where he went, what he did, Voldemort would always be right with him, in his head.

Stomach lurching Harry did the only thing he could. Grabbing the mirror off the wall he propped it up against his head board. Sitting cross legged opposite it he pulled something out from under his sweat drenched pillow. Metal glistening in the afternoon light, it called to him.

Gazing in the mirror he bought the dagger to his forearm. His lips twisted into a grimace at the irony of it all. The dagger was one of the many things Harry had inherited from his godfathers death, the death he had caused.
Staring into his own cold eyes Harry bought the edge of the dagger across his flesh. Hard.

When he awoke, it was to silence. He knew at once that he was alone. His body ached and he could feel the blood from his cutting trickling down his arms. He tried to open his eyes but found the lids were too heavy. Lying still Harry again tried to pry his eyes open. His eyelids felt as though they had been coated with cement. The light was almost blinding, whimpering he blinked repeatedly to try and clear his vision. His glasses were missing. Looking around he could make out some hazy buildings. Sighing he recalled what had happened a few hours earlier.

Watching the blood seep from the deep cuts in his arms Harry didn't notice the heavy footsteps on the stairs. As he repeatedly slashed into his arms he didn't hear the bolts unlocking, nor his uncle opening his door.

"Bloody hell! Boy! What do you think you are doing!"

Startled, Harry could do little as he was dragged sharply off his bed and thrown half way across the room. As his vision started to fade he barley heard his uncles ranting as he was loaded roughly into the back of a car.

"No way you are going…top yourself… my house! Damn good… freak! Bleed all over my house… Had enough! … put up … freakish way… long enough!"

As much as Harry could figure, his uncle had dumped him somewhere after finding him. Sitting up painfully he was relieved to find his wand in his pocket, intact. After cleaning himself up best as possible he stuck his wand out and watched as a rather blurry night bus came hurtling to a stop, just barely missing him.

"Neville! How are ya"

Smiling weakly Harry asked to go to the Leaky Cauldron, made his excuses and found an empty bed near the back. Shutting his eyes he gave into the waves of exhaustion that rolled over him, praying for a dreamless sleep.

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Diagon Alley bustled with shopping witches and wizards. Everywhere he looked Harry could see Hogwarts students and their families shopping for school supplies. Ducking in and out of Alleys, Harry finally managed to get to Gringotts without being noticed. Looking around, Harry felt more than slightly out of place in his rag like blood soaked clothes. Walking up to one of the Goblins he tried to sound as businesslike as possible.

"I would like to make a withdrawal from my vault"

Although his voice didn't waver, he couldn't stop the blush at the Goblins stare.

"Hmm.. Yes follow me Mr Potter. I assume you have your key"

Luckily Harry had kept it on a string around his neck, just in case, and nodding an affirmative he followed the Goblin to the cart. Filling a bottomless sack with Gilleons Harry searched around the vault.

"Aha!"

Grunting slightly Harry pulled a trunk out from under a rather large pile of Gold. Opening it he sighed loudly in relief. Pulling out his invisibility cloak, he grabbed the rest of his things, including his firebolt and photo album, and put them all into his bottomless school satchel. He had put anything of value that he didn't need in his vault when school had ended. He was definitely glad now. Leaving Gringotts under his invisibility cloak Harry first decided he needed somewhere to sleep until school started. The Leaky Cauldron was definitely out of question, so a muggle hotel seemed the best idea. He didn't really expect anyone from the order to come looking for him, after all, they hadn't made any attempt to so far. Fighting back his anger Harry quickly made his way into muggle London. He was going to need some new clothes too.

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