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A/N I know before I said I don't care if you review but really...it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside so keep it coming.
Harry turned and faced Fred but did not meet his eyes. He did not want to see the anger in them, the accusing glare that Harry could feel on his face.
All those from the battle circled him. All with the same looks of anger and disgust on their pale, dead faces.
Gathering up all his courage, Harry looked up into Fred's eyes and saw that the mischievous twinkle they usually held were gone. He saw only anger there, piercing into Harry's soul, bringing forth the guilt. It made Harry want something, need something, but no matter how far he looked, he could not find what he was looking for.
"You killed me Harry" Fred said, his voice thick with loathing.
"Fred, I'm sorry.." Harry pleaded. "I was only trying to help"
"Helping is judged by results, not intentions. Look at the results of your 'helping' Look!" Fred screamed. "I'm dead… and it's all your fault. Stay away from my family, Potter" Fred spat out before he dissolved into a thin mist.
Harry turned to find Lupin and Tonks glaring at him. "Tonks, Remus I'm sorry" Harry said sincerely.
They then told Harry how he could never be like his parents, how he let them down. How he will let their son down if he continues to live. Harry, whose eyes had fallen to his shoes snapped them back up to their faces at this. The look Lupin gave him stopped Harry's heart. Remus began to transform into a werewolf and pounce on Harry when in desperation Harry grabbed onto his wand thinking 'let me leave'
Harry awoke several hours later in the kitchen at the Burrow, shaking and sweating. He could not think how he got there. The last thing he remembered was drinking firewhiskey with Bill and Charlie and then Harry only remembered the dreams, the accusing, the cold looks he received from the people he killed.
He remembered Fred and what he said to him. To stay away from his family.
It's not real Harry thought desperately. It's all in your head.
'Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?' Dumbledore's words rang through Harry's mind, clenching at his heart, stealing the last bit of hope he was holding onto. That was when Harry Potter realized, he was a murderer.
Back at Hogwarts Professor-Correction, Headmistress McGonagall, was brought out of her writing a letter to the Ministry by a buzzing on her desk. She looked up startled at the object that was in the shape of a flat disk and, at the moment, buzzing and spinning.
She did not know what half of the things in Albus Dumbledore's office were but this she was familiar with. This was the ward detector. Somebody had just apparated out of Hogwarts.
Harry stood shakily from his spot on the floor in the Burrow's kitchen. Only then realizing he was gripping the elder wand tightly in his hand. Harry was confused and scared but at least he had a theory, he apparated out of Hogwarts. Oh if Hermione could see him now!
He looked around the Burrow and remembered that the Weasley's had been living at Aunt Muriel's place and their home had been vacant for quite some time. It seemed to be a little wrecked but it was nothing permanent.
Harry decided to wander the house a bit and shortly after he found himself in Ginny's room. His heart throbbed and only now did his eyes sting a little. He hurt her. He left her alone at Hogwarts to get beat and tortured like he saw Neville. He walked right past her to die and he did not even say good-bye. Harry remembered her screams as he lied in Hagrid's arms, in what she presumed was dead. But the worst thing Harry did to her was take her brother from her. Let him die in a war that he, Harry, had caused.
Harry was unconsciously moving towards the kitchen. Why? He did not know, until he saw what he felt he had been looking for all along. Two bottles of firewhiskey were sitting on the cabinet, its door on its hinges. Grabbing them, Harry then saw something on the counter that caught his eye.
Neatly folded was what appeared to be a brochure to magical France. on the front in very neat writing it said, To Fleur, maybe after that war your going on about ends, you and your new husband would like a change of scenery. From maman.
At this Harry had an idea. 'A change of scenery.' Perfect.
Back at Hogwarts all the Weasley's were huddled in the partly decimated common room. All with worried looks etched on their faces. They had just been informed of the apparition and, putting the pieces together they found that it was Harry.
Bill and Charlie who were both speaking of what happened that afternoon finished and sat down. Aurors and Ministry workers all over the country were getting word and starting their search for Harry Potter.
A/N Sorry this one was so short but I hope if I update them fast enough you'll forgive me? Thanks, Ariel.