Disclaimer: I don't own anything!

Warnings: Cutting, Angst, Murder, Gore, Confusing Explainations for Magic Topics that even I don't understand, Fires, Granger-Bashing? (Depends on you), Somewhat Smart!Harry, Language, Slash,

PAIRINGS NOT DECIDED YET!

But will be Bottom!Harry.

For that lovely reviwer who commeted about Slender and Harry being together, I am sorry. I don't think I'll do that pairing. If I do, It'll be horribly done and cringey. :(


Harry Potter quickly realized early on in life that confusion was not his best friend. The best he could compare it to was Collin Creevey...Always following him around, making itself known, and just overall annoying. Confusion just made you look dumb, and it was a weakness.

Which was why he always spent so much time at the libraries before Hogwarts. Bullies it seemed were allergic to books, which made the public library a very safe place to hide when Dudley and his gang felt like playing 'Harry Hunting'.

Harry felt more natural in the muggle world. But the magical world felt like home, like he belonged there.

In Hogwarts, he didn't go to the library very often for two reasons. One; Something always happened before he had a chance, whether it was Ron asking for a chess game or Voldemort deciding it was the time of the year to try and kill him again. Two; Hermione didn't like it whenever he tried to study and improve his intelligence. Which he thought was hypocritical as she always nags them to study.

He vaguely understood why, though. Hermione liked feeling useful, she liked feeling smart, and Ron and Harry made her feel both. They went to her whenever an assignment got too hard, asking for help. And despite her complains, she always did so with a smug smile, as if she thought they would fail without her. It got so annoying to the point where Harry just stopped trying.

So yes, he was confused for the majority of his stay in the Magical World, with Dumbledore always keeping secrets until its too late and his lack of study on things he didn't understand, which was nearly everything. It didn't help that everyone just assumed he knew everything, making him feel even stupider when he didn't know an answer.

Harry supposed he could have tried harder. After all, Hermione didn't tie him down to a chair whenever he wanted to go to the library. And if she didn't understand he could've easily found friendship with some Hufflepuffs. They weren't judgemental or jealous...At least not all the time. For an example, Zacharias Smith was one hell of a douchebag...All the time. Literally all the time.

But it felt wrong. He did save her from a mountain troll, and it just wasn't right to abandoned her, no matter how aggregating she could be. Hermione wasn't all bad, she was loyal...somewhat. And funny...sometimes. And nice...When the circumstances are right.

Fine! Alright, she wasn't the best person in the whole world, but neither was he! Harry did, after all, kill his relatives and burned down half of Privet Drive for no reason other than revenge, no matter how much they deserved it!

Which brought him to his current problem.

Harry used magic while he was killing the Dursleys. His mind then was muddled up and disorganized about everything except for his goal (Which was murdering his family), yet his magic...It was so strong, and it answered to his will almost subconsciously with an alarming amount of precision.

It had never responded so well before. Before, his true power was always dormant until he really needed it, such as the Patronus in his Third Year. It was like a calm river, always flowing with a direction but with no real force. But last night...It was like an Aquamenti spell. A full jet of water that went wherever you aimed, with power and precision.

But now that his mind was somewhat clear (There's no denying that he's no longer sane, eso his mind will never be truly clear again), his magic was relatively normal again. No bursts of wandless magic, no matter how hard he tried, wished, and silently pleaded under his breath.

It was confusing.

And he hated it.


Meanwhile, in a rather creepy forest, two figures were walking along a trail, both of them would look rather odd to an average human being.

One was a messy haired brunette guy, with a mask on, goggles, a comfy used up sweater, jeans, and trainers. The oddest thing about him was the two hatchets attached to his belt, with the every few twitch now and then just adding to it.

The other was a creepy looking teen, if not down right scary. He had unnatural porcelain skin that sharply contrasted his shoulder-length black hair, a white hoodie, dark jeans, and sneakers. But the scary part of him was the hint of insanity in his black non-eyelid eyes, and the permanent carved smile that could make Severus Snape run for the hills (Not that the two had any idea who he actually was).

"I could've swore it was around here somewhere!" The elder one, Jeff, let out with a near-growl, his annoyance clear for even a deaf person.

But the other didn't even blink, even though a normal person would have winced at his tone "I-I always feel l-like he changes the locations on p-urpose!" His words stuttered just slightly every time he twitched.

Jeff nodded absently "I personally think he likes it whenever we get lost." He said with a scowl, still irritated by the fact that it took him over two years to finally memorize where the bathroom was in the mansion. It didn't help that nearly everyone would laugh about it, as they all took about a year give or take. He grabbed hold of Toby's hood to pull him back when the brunette stumbled over a branch and nearly landed on his face...again.

"O-h! I s-see it!" Toby exclaimed in excitement as he practically bounced on his feet, his twitching getting more pronounced. Grabbing a hold of Jeff's hand and, ignoring his cry of complaint, dragged him with a surprising amount of strength, and led him to a tree where a circle with an 'X' through it was carved.

After getting his hand back with minimal difficulty, Jeff nodded "Alright. Lets go. We're on a schedule." ignoring his companions whining about schedules, he placed a hand in the middle and spoke a series of numbers, which was oddly similar to coordinates.

Toby, remembering how uncomfortable this type of travel was, grinned and tightly wrapped his arms around Jeff, ignoring the other man's grunt of annoyance, all the while singing the song the Nyan Cat theme song. Loudly. Right next to Jeff's ear.

And then they were gone.

Only to appear in the middle of a forest fire.


"Not the best idea I've had, I'll admit it!" Harry muttered to himself as he dodged a tree on fire falling to the ground, with flames all around him.

You're probably wondering what happened, right? Well, it went a little like this...

Earlier, Harry was considering quitting on trying to replicate the sort of magic he used. But then he thought, what if he actually did replicate what happened? So he might have forced all the same memories that went through his brain last night, and well...It was like an explosion of flames. And his magic didn't feel like a river, nor did it feel like an Aquamenti spell.

It was a waterfall. Powerful rush of waves over and over again, falling down a cliff, only to violently splash against whatever it hit.

And it was a huge inferno.

In the middle of a deserted forest.

He was fucking screwed, wasn't he?

"What the fuck is this!?" A male voice shouted in outrage and a small amount of panic. And Harry nearly fell over from shock, because there was another person nearby.

Okay. Harry did murder three people...But they certainly weren't innocent. The The Dursleys deserved what happened, they had it coming. But Harry would never...ever...kill an innocent person. It just wasn't right!

His mind was weird, he'll admit that too.

Sharply turning in the direction to where the voice was, Harry narrowly dodged a panicked rabbit running away. After dodging a few obstacles, Harry was faced with the two oddest looking people he had ever seen...And he has seen Dumbledore wearing a pink lepoard print hat and yellow zebra striped robes along blue pelicans dancing with neon green parrots on it. That atrocity nearly had him begging for a teacher to obliviate to get the image of his mind.

The brunette looked conflicted, his face flickering between fear and ecstatic. He leaned towards the other one, and started twitching. He was also humming a damn annoying song.

And the black haired one was scary, with anger and panic on his face, subconsciously flinching away from the fire. And then he saw Harry.

Harry had faced Voldemort himself, but this creepy guy scared him more than anything.

Fuck, he was screwed.