Deeper He Falls

Author Note: Okay, this is my new fic for this account. It is not the only account that I have so I hope you like this, and if you want me to I will tell you the other names that I have. Anyway, this is a dark Harry fic, so I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Italics: dreams

Bold: Thoughts

Bold italics: Memories

So tired of being what you want me to be
Felling so faithless lost under the surface
Don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)

---Numb Linkin' Park---

"Don't be a fool", snarled the voice. "Better save your own life and join me…or you'll meet the same end as your parents…. They died begging me for mercy…"

"LIAR!" Harry shouted suddenly.

Quirrell was walking backward at him, so that Voldemort could still see him. The evil face was now smiling.

"How touching…" it hissed. "I always did value bravery…Yes, boy, your parents were brave…I killed your father first, and he put up a courageous fight…but your mother needn't have died…Now give me the Stone, unless you want her to have died in vein".

"NEVER!"

"Kill the spare"

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Hermione, Harry's seen them!" said Ron, rounding on her.

"Okay", she said, looking frightened yet determined, "I've just got to say this…"

"What?"

"You… this isn't criticism, Harry! But you do…sort of… I mean--- don't you think you've got a bit of a--- a--- saving-people-thing?" she said

He glared at her. "And what's that supposed to mean, a "saving-people-thing'?"

"Well…you…"she looked more apprehensive than ever."I mean…last year, for instance…in the lake…during the tournament…you shouldn't have…I mean, you didn't need to save that Delacour girl…You got a bit… carried away…"

A wave of hot, prickly anger swept Harry's body--- how could she remind him of that blunder now?

"…I mean, it was really great of you and everything", said Hermione quickly, looking positively petrified at the look on Harry's face. "Everyone thought it was a wonderful thing to do---"

"That's funny", Harry said through gritted teeth, "because I defiantly remember Ron saying I'd wasted time acting like a hero…is that what you think this is? You reckon I want to act the hero again?"

Only one couple were still battling, apparently unaware of the new arrival. Harry saw Sirius duck Bellatrix's jet of red light: He was laughing at her. "Come on you can do better then that!" he yelled, his voice echoing around the cavernous room. The second jet of light hit him squarely in the chest. The laughter had not quite yet died from his face, but his eyes winded in shock.

"SHE KILLED SIRIUS!" bellowed Harry. "SHE KILLED HIM---I'LL KILL HER!"

"Aaaaah… did you love him, little baby Potter"

The pale figure in bed jerked awake, his eyes shining at the tears that had surrounded his eyes. He grabbed his hair and pleaded that it leave him alone. His raven black hair shining blue in the moonlight, when looked upon he was pale and drawn, but his body was filled out nicely. He looked eerie, dark, foreboding. He could not fall back asleep for he dreaded to see what was waiting for him in his dreams.

The boy's name was Harry Potter, and he was a wizard. But even so he was not an ordinary wizard. No, he was never considered normal by any means. He hated Dumbledore, but for once he didn't hate Voldemort. Dumbledore had continually lied to him and being so it had cost everybody their life. His Mother, Father, Cedric, and Sirius, at this point Harry would have been considered crazy, maybe he was. Harry stayed there just staring at the wall until finally his uncle called him downstairs.

"Boy, get down here, we need to talk to you!"

"I'll bet you do", Harry snarled and stomped down the stairs. Walking into the kitchen Harry glared at his obese uncle. Not really listening to him Harry thought about life. Not something that he liked to do, because it was too emotional.

"Boy, are you listening to me?" Vernon snarled, spraying Harry with spit. Harry wiped his face and sneered and his uncle, "Does it look like I'm listening?" Vernon turned a purple color and the vein in his head was protruding.

"Is this how you treat us for taking you in, giving you clothes to put on your back, feeding you, and the money we have spent on you… do you think you can treat us this way? After all we have done for you---you think---", Harry cut him off feeling more anger then he already had.

"No, because on other occasions I would be more then grateful, but the so called clothes that I get are hand-me-downs that could fit a whale, and the food that I get isn't fit for a dog, and that money! God, do you think I'm stupid if you have spent more then ten pounds on me then so help me god I'll apologize, the boy is gone, no more boy!" Harry bellowed, looking deadly.

"You know what, fuck you, I've had enough!" Harry screamed and flew up the stairs packing his things he left.

Author's Note: Okay, now remember please review! I want two reviews before I update, and the faster they come the faster I update! Remember R/R!