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"You're wrong, you're wrong, you're wrong," Harry kept mumbling. He was sitting on the floor on a cell, with a torn rag as a blanket. A dementor glided towards him, and he started shivering. "No! Please! No, I didn't do anything wrong! Please!" The dementor swooped towards him, and started sucking out Harry's breath. "No! Nooo! No…" Harry stuttered, panting. He fell down unconscious, the last sight being a small ball of light coming out of his mouth.

Harry sat up suddenly, gasping for breath. The sheets were twisted around him, and the room was freezing. "Not another nightmare," Harry whispered, catching his breath. He got rid of the sheets, and went into the bathroom to take a shower. 20 minutes later, he came out and went down the winding staircase to the kitchen. He flicked his wand to start a cup of coffee. He went over to the counter and leaned on it.

"Bloody nightmares. It's not even light out yet." Harry looked around the room. He had been going through the books in the Black library, and had been practicing magic a lot more. He figured if he was going to defeat Voldemort, he shouldn't be learning only light spells. Most of the books were dark spells, and one of them could even let him read magical signatures. Harry took the pot of coffee and poured it into a cup. He starting drinking, and walked back to the library.


Harry set down the book he had just finished reading, Ancient rituals. He got up to get another book, when he saw the first dark book he read. He went over to the table and picked it up. Maybe it'll say something about the nightmares I've been having, Harry thought. They started just after I used the futuri videre spell. He started flipping through the book. When he reached the page, he used his finger to trace where he was reading.

-Futuri videre, if performed correctly, allows you to catch glimpses of the future. If you incorrectly, however, it will knock you unconscious for several days. In some extreme cases, it might even kill you. Until the spell is cancelled, or until you die, you will keep having dreams about your future. But; if you don't take the spell off 2 weeks after first use, it will be impossible to take off.

So the dreams are more visions? Harry thought. Then that means... they really are gonna do that? Maybe they weren't my friends after all. They have been getting distant lately... Dumbledore's been no help in anything... fine then. Screw them all. I'll show them that I don't need them. SCREW THEM ALL! Harry, now more determined than ever, went to the training room.

Harry walked in calmly, and levitated one of the practice dummies onto the stool. He transfigured it to look more like Dumbledore. "Fuck you, you overaged bastard."

"REDUCTO!"

"PETIRE LUPUS!"

"PONET FLAMMUS!"

"PUNIMUS STRENNUE LUX!"

With a flash of light, the dummy exploded. Harry lowered his wand, panting. "Bastard."


Harry slid the door shut and sat down. Well, here we go, Harry thought. He knew it was gonna be hard trying to shake off his so-called 'friends'. He had cancelled the spell a couple days before the 2-week period. He saw that his friends were being told to be friends with him, to make sure he didn't break down. They were never his friends, just told to be so he would 'stay on the right path'. How wrong they were. He could see now everything Dumbledore did looked like it was good. In reality, he was just as evil as Voldemort.

A knock on the door snapped him out of his thoughts. "Harry? You in there, mate?" Ron said on the other side of the door. The door rattled, but wouldn't let them in. "C'mon, mate, let us in!"

"Fuck off, Weasel," Harry spat. He put up another ward on the door.

"What? Harry, you can't talk to Ron like that!" Hermione screeched.

"You too, Mudblood. Stop pissin' around and go with your real friends."

"What? We are your friends, Harry. C'mon, we know you had a rough summer with the Dursley's, but don't take it out on us!" Ron said.

"Let me handle this, Ron." She really thinks she can get rid of those wards? Ha. I'd like to see her try, Harry thought.

"Come on, Harry!" Hermione said, exasperatedly.

"Go find your own compartment, Mudblood filth."

"Harry! What the hell happened-"

"Come on, Ron. He's obviously hurt more than normal. Give him some space," Hermione said. She spoke in a whisper so Harry couldn't hear her, but how wrong she was. "We'll tell Dumbledore later. Maybe he can help."

Harry snorted. If he could help, he would have a long time ago.

Harry picked up a book out of his bag, and started reading.


"Welcome back, everyone! It's good to see so many faces here. I trust you all had a good summer, and…" Harry tuned Dumbledore out. He already knew what the speech was about. He was sitting on the end of the Gryffindor table, the spot furthest away from Dumbledore. He says the same damn thing every year, Harry thought.

Harry looked around all the tables. The Gryffindors were all looking at Dumbledore and whispering things about whatever he was saying. At the Ravenclaw table, everyone was staring at the Headmaster intently, as if he would tell some great secret. The Hufflepuff's were all looking at Dumbledore, as usual. And the Slytherin table… he looked over at them. Most of them were just talking to each other. Only a few were actually paying attention to Dumbledore.

He looked at the teacher's table, most of them just looking at Dumbledore, although a couple were looking at the tables. Idiots don't even realize half the school isn't listening.

He suddenly felt a pair of eyes on him. He looked up all the Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff tables. No one was looking at him. He looked at the Slytherin table, and found Draco Malfoy staring intently at him.

Why the hell is he looking at me? Harry raised an eyebrow at him. Draco did this weird half-sneer before he turned and whispered something to Pansy. She put her hand up to her mouth and tried to stifle a giggle. God, anyone not listening to the old coot could hear her. Harry shot Pansy a glare, and she smiled back.

What the fuck is going on? Harry tuned back in to hear Dumbledore finish his speech. He clapped his hands, and food appeared on the table. Finally, I've been waiting forever. Harry started eating.


"First years, over here! First years!" The prefects were gathering together all the first years to go to the portrait. Harry looked over to see Ron and Hermione follow Dumbledore. Idiots don't know when to keep themselves in their own business, Harry thought.

Now… where can I stay so that I won't be surrounded by idiotic Gryffindors… Harry walked out of the Great Hall and started wandering through the hall and passageways. Wait… I remember there's this one abandoned classroom on the fourth floor… Harry walked up the stairs and over to the portrait guarding the classroom.

"Hello Salazar," Harry said, bowing deeply. A face appeared on the painting.

"Harry! It's been ages, hasn't it? It's good to see you," the painting replied.

"I have a favor to ask. I've had enough playing the perfect Gryffindor, and I need somewhere else to sleep. I was wondering if I could use this classroom as a bedroom."

"Well, this is the perfect place, then! I've been bored out of my mind. This corridor is so far away from all the people at Hogwarts. I'd say the last person to see me would be this Tom guy. Strange guy, always asking me to tutor him… Anyway, you'll need to pick a password."

"I was thinking 'Snake's eye'."

"Very well."

"Also, if any Gryffindors or teachers find the password, please don't let them in. I've had enough of them."

"Certainly. Well, in you go." Salazar moved the painting so that Harry could get in. When he was in Salazar moved back.

God, this place hasn't been used in ages… Harry thought. He did a cleaning spell to clear all the dust, and starting transfiguring all the tables and chairs into furniture for his new room. When he was done, he had a King-sized bed in the far corner with a nightstand next to it, a window looking out over the Quidditch pitch, 2 couches in front of a fireplace, a bathroom, and a connecting door leading to a training room and a potions lab. Much better.

Harry undressed and put his wand and glasses on the nightstand. He got into his bed and went to sleep.


A/N

Ok, I'm sorry this chapter isn't that much longer either. But, I haven't ever written a really long fic before… Anyway, there will be slash soon, or mentions of it. Just keep with me, because the plotline won't be showing for a little bit. I'm still wondering if you guys want any other pairings. Alright, so tell me what you think, and review!

Translations:

Petire - to attack

Lupus - wolf

Ponet - put

Flammus - flame

Punimus - punish

Strennue - strenuously (hard)

Lux - light

For the spells, I just kinda combined some words, so I'll explain what the spells were supposed to do.

Petire lupus- I was getting the idea of an illusion of a wolf attacking the object

Ponet Flammus- basically, putting to flames

Punimus strennue lux- ok, this might sound a bit weird, but I was going for to punish with a great amount of light.


Side note- for Petire lupus, the lupus part can be substituted for any other Latin animal. And with Punimus strennue lux, lux can be substituted with any other element (like darkness, fire, water, etc.)Har