Tired. The one word that currently described the life of Harry Potter was tired. He was tired of everything; anything and everything. He had walked the thousand-mile journey of his life, filled with many obstacles, and more were prone to make him suffer. Make him suffer for eternity's stamina. Not only his own physical suffering, but the worst hurt, of Darkness's sniping of the people who loved him, the people he had wanted his whole life. He did not blame himself for Sirius's death. Rather he realized: life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome (Isaac Asimov). He dearly missed Sirius, but he hoped that every deity there let him finally meet with mum and dad, and let his soul rest in eternal peace.
Harry possessed no sorrow. Yes he grieved, but he grieved at his uselessness. His prerogative for recklessness drove him to lose his godfather. After all, ignorance is bliss, yet ignorance is cursed. Harry fingered the Holy Cross fastened around his neck: a gift from the Marauders. If he had done something wrong, then he prayed that Jesus expiate him of sins. Harry did not blame himself, but his rashness. For once, he admitted to Snape's taunting about his "arrogance." He was arrogant and narcissist towards his luck, never once pondering the consequences if his luck had shattered. He should have been prepared. Then he would have had a chance. Then, should he have died, he would take down the manifestation of human that was Voldemort and His Armies.
Voldemort took away his life dream. He took away his mum, dad, and Sirius, not to mention about all of Britain that he had affected. Men had slash scars on their chests from torture, women having their chastity stolen, and children weeping daily at the loss of his parents or siblings. He had never hated anyone as much as he had then. He was angry, furious, and destructive. Unknown by him, the magic around him started cackling, and a blue flame-like glow surrounded him (A/N: Think Dragon ball Z; this is not a crossover).
From that moment on, Harry Potter decided that he was tired. He was tired of sitting cooped up in this hellhole, while the myriad of devastation roamed about the world. He was tired of being a helpless little bitch that didn't have any power accept some god damned luck. Harry was tired of the order breathing down his neck, shielding him, instead of training him. Harry was tired of the god damned Headmaster Dumbledore, who instead of training him, tried to preserve his childhood. Harry scoffed at this. He had lost his childhood the day Dumbledore put him at the Dursleys, instead of training him. Harry was now tremendously angered, and unknown to him, his room began to shake uncontrollably, but luckily the Dursleys were on a vacation. If Dumbledore or the Order wasn't going to help him, he was going to do it himself, no matter what he had to do. If it meant killing them ruthlessly, or using the Dark Arts, or even using Mac 11's, he was going to kill them. He was going to rid the world of the Darkness called Tom Marvolo Riddle, the man who made his life hell on Earth. Harry Potter swore that day, that no matter what it took, Voldemort and his Death Eaters would breathe no more.
Well, that's the end of the prologue. I just wrote this so you guys can get a feel of where this story is heading. Dumbledore is not a manipulative bastard who wants to be on top of everything and sacrifice his weapon, but he makes several mistakes, which will make Harry distrust Dumbledore. Don't worry, Harry and Dumbledore will make amends. This is not a Trio bashing (I have nothing against them, I like a few myself). I think they have been friends too long, and they stick together no matter what. Will you guys tell me which pairing? The choices are Harry/Blaise (female) Zabini, Harry/Ginny, and Harry/OC (I'm not sure muggle or wizard yet). I'm gearing toward Harry/OC or Harry/Blaise. If anyone has any suggestions or comments, such as a better title: Please review.