Disclaimer: These characters and stuff aren't mine, unfortunately.
A/N: OMGOSH wow! You guys actually like this story! I was so amazed with all the reviews I got, thanks so much to those who reviewed! You like me, you really like me! sniff Well ok here is chapter 2, a little short. I know that the next chapter is going to better! Going to be fun…In the meantime, I hope you like this one!
Deep within the dark dank halls of Grimmauld place Harry Potter, the boy who lived. Sat against a wall contemplating his life and how it had turned out.
A weak earlier he'd killed Kreatcher and put his head on display, now he'd begun to regret that decision. Hermione would not have liked that and now he was truly alone.
Voldermort had promised him he'd go after all those Harry loves, Harry never really thought he'd loose everyone, they were supposed to be well protected. There was only one important person left and Harry loved him the most.
Harry held his wand to his temple.
"Obliviate"
He'd been thinking about doing it for quiet sometime but he didn't want to loose all the good memories.
It turns out Obliviate is similar to the Cruciatus curse – in that you need to mean it for it to work.
Oh, well then, there's only one thing left to do.
Dumbledore sat across from McGonagall, he shook his head. 'Minerva I feel like I'm missing something, like there's something I've forgotten.'
'You've thought of everything. Snape is safe, Harry is even safer and you've even taken care of the Daily Prophet.' McGonagall took a sip of her tea.
'Yes, I know but still I know I have forgotten to check something.' Dumbledore prodded a memory in the pensieve on in front of him. 'It's definitely something I haven't thought of before or I would have found it by now.'
McGonagall stood, put her cup down and turned to leave, 'Albus, you've taken care of everything – he's alone in Grimmauld Place no one can get to him without your consent.'
Just as McGonagall opened the door to leave the memory he'd been prodding cleared up.
A screech followed by a resounding crash echoed through the room.
In a half daze Minerva walked back into the room, Dumbledore was most definitely gone and from what she could gather he'd made use of Fawke's fire traveling abilities to circumnavigate the wards on both Hogwarts and where ever he was rushing off too.
Minerva gasped in shock and realization when she saw the memory in the pensieve… in all the commotion going on around them, they'd totally forgotten how bad Potter would be feeling, everyone he had close contact with is dead, they all died because of him and to top it off we leave him in that depressing house – Alone!
That was easier than he thought it would be, the knife slicing through his flesh hurt much less than loosing Ron, Hermione, Neville… Sirius and pretty much everyone close to him.
As he sat there against the wall he could hear Mrs Black screaming her head off about something, for once Harry felt calm, he wouldn't miss much anyway.
Just before everything went black a flash of red flames lit the room.
A/N: Alright! There you go, another chapter. super super proud Review please! It makes me happy. You want to make me happy don't you?