Mixed Emotions
Written by: HoshiHikari4ever
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series. That belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Summary: Takes place during Chapter 37, The Lost Prophecy. Right after Harry yells "Then I don't want to be Human!"
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Chapter 1
"THEN - I - DON'T - WANT - TO - BE - HUMAN!" Harry roared, unaware that he was not speaking English at all. The portraits fell silent. "Then you prefer being a snake?" Dumbledore said calmly, though Harry could sense that the man was taunting him. The boy was losing patience with him. His emotions were so mixed that he could no longer express them. Hatred, anger and loath was all he could feel towards this man. Picking up a table, he swung it across the room, shattering it to pieces. "I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS! ENOUGH OF EVERYTHING! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! IT'S YOUR FAULT THAT SIRIUS DIED!" Harry screamed trying to let out his anger. "Harry listen. There's nothing we could do." "NOTHING WE COULD DO? DON'T GIVE ME THAT CRAP! YOU DIDN'T DO ANYTING, NOT THAT THERE WAS NOTHING TO BE DONE!" "and I regret it! Sirius was…he was…" "I DON'T GIVE A DAM ABOUT WHAT YOU THINK NOW? DO I?" Harry continued to trash the room, flinging everything that was in reach. "DON'T YOU DARE TALK ABOUT SIRIUS LIKE THAT. YOU THINK HE DESERVED WHAT HE GOT. YOU'RE HAPPY…HAPPY THAT HE'S GONE. I DON'T THINK YOU EVEN CARED! YOU HAD HIM LOCKED UP…." "It was for his own good…" "LIAR!" Harry looked directly at Dumbledore's eyes, immediately clasping his hands on his forehead. His scar suddenly burned, as if it was about to break open. The enormous amount of hatred inside seem to want break free. All he felt like doing was to attack the headmaster right here and now. He wanted to do anything that would release the pain. Unable to stand, he slumped to the floor, his eyes released their eye contact and everything, all his emotions seemed to have vanished completely. He was no longer upset, sad or in any way felt any emotions at all. Panting heavily, he saw Dumbledore strolling closer. Pointing his wand with his right hand, still clasping onto his scar with the other, Harry managed to sit up. "Stay away from me…" he whispered, not daring to look the man straight in the eye once more. "Harry…Please…let me help you…" "Help me?" Harry let out a high cold pitched laugh. Dumbledore stopped. All of a sudden, Harry felt his scar break open once more. He felt another presence enter him. This time however, he did not feel pain of any sort. Harry closed his eyes, inhaling a deep breath, he mingled into one with this presence, even though he knew very well who this presence belonged to. Reopening his eyes, he felt this presence speak through him. "AVADA KEDA…."
Written by: HoshiHikari4ever
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series. That belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Summary: Takes place during Chapter 37, The Lost Prophecy. Right after Harry yells "Then I don't want to be Human!"
Please Read and Review!
Chapter 1
"THEN - I - DON'T - WANT - TO - BE - HUMAN!" Harry roared, unaware that he was not speaking English at all. The portraits fell silent. "Then you prefer being a snake?" Dumbledore said calmly, though Harry could sense that the man was taunting him. The boy was losing patience with him. His emotions were so mixed that he could no longer express them. Hatred, anger and loath was all he could feel towards this man. Picking up a table, he swung it across the room, shattering it to pieces. "I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS! ENOUGH OF EVERYTHING! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! IT'S YOUR FAULT THAT SIRIUS DIED!" Harry screamed trying to let out his anger. "Harry listen. There's nothing we could do." "NOTHING WE COULD DO? DON'T GIVE ME THAT CRAP! YOU DIDN'T DO ANYTING, NOT THAT THERE WAS NOTHING TO BE DONE!" "and I regret it! Sirius was…he was…" "I DON'T GIVE A DAM ABOUT WHAT YOU THINK NOW? DO I?" Harry continued to trash the room, flinging everything that was in reach. "DON'T YOU DARE TALK ABOUT SIRIUS LIKE THAT. YOU THINK HE DESERVED WHAT HE GOT. YOU'RE HAPPY…HAPPY THAT HE'S GONE. I DON'T THINK YOU EVEN CARED! YOU HAD HIM LOCKED UP…." "It was for his own good…" "LIAR!" Harry looked directly at Dumbledore's eyes, immediately clasping his hands on his forehead. His scar suddenly burned, as if it was about to break open. The enormous amount of hatred inside seem to want break free. All he felt like doing was to attack the headmaster right here and now. He wanted to do anything that would release the pain. Unable to stand, he slumped to the floor, his eyes released their eye contact and everything, all his emotions seemed to have vanished completely. He was no longer upset, sad or in any way felt any emotions at all. Panting heavily, he saw Dumbledore strolling closer. Pointing his wand with his right hand, still clasping onto his scar with the other, Harry managed to sit up. "Stay away from me…" he whispered, not daring to look the man straight in the eye once more. "Harry…Please…let me help you…" "Help me?" Harry let out a high cold pitched laugh. Dumbledore stopped. All of a sudden, Harry felt his scar break open once more. He felt another presence enter him. This time however, he did not feel pain of any sort. Harry closed his eyes, inhaling a deep breath, he mingled into one with this presence, even though he knew very well who this presence belonged to. Reopening his eyes, he felt this presence speak through him. "AVADA KEDA…."