Disclaimer: I don't own J.K. Rowling's characters if I did Snape would be my love slave. As it is He isn't. (Harry called dibs.)

Warning: This chapter will contain some cutting.

Du: I realize from some reviewers that my story has seemed to become hard to follow or they want me to get to the point. The thing is I put up the teaser to get people to think on what's coming up. The reason the story line may seem to be dragging is because I put that as the pace for Harry to get into the situation because if I go to fast it will seem weird. I'll pick up the pace soon and in later chapters the plot will start to reveal itself. Maybe in chapter 9 or 10, or probably in this one if you can think ahead, keep reading because it will get better.

-bold means voice

-Slant means thought


As Snape led the four strangers to Dumbledore's office he couldn't help it as he grit his teeth, fists clenching and unclenching. "Ms. Morgan may I ask why you displayed such rudeness."

Morgan who was casting glances at him to Kiki stopped walking and laughed when he asked her that question. Snape turned around startled at the noise; he raised his eyebrows in confusion.

"We have some experience in the matter, just some friendly advice."

When he continued to look at Morgan Kiki sighed, "It's really none of your business."

Snape sent a glare at the girl before turning and letting the matter drop as they continued to the headmasters office.

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When the four strangers left the hall erupted in talk and rumors, Harry though starred at his plate thinking. Why are those people inside my head?

Ron and Hermione exchanged worried looks as Ron bought his hand to Harry's shoulder. Harry flinched and abruptly stood and walked out the hall, leaving a confused Ron and an even more worried Hermione.

Harry didn't realize where he was going until he was met with water instead of land. He looked up and noticed he was outside by the lake sighing he sat on the edge bringing his knees to his chest and laying his head on top. He starred out toward the lake not exactly seeing and not unseeing either. His head was filled with thoughts and it just all seemed too much. Why can't I have peace for one day?

Peace is hard to come by unless you know where it is…or where you can find it…

Harry took a slight intake of breath of the sudden voice he heard in the back of his head.

Where can I find this peace?

Go to your room first…then I'll explain.

He nodded and stood up, walking back towards the castle. He didn't recognize this voice but the thing was it sounded just like him. He didn't see what would be wrong in listening to it.

What he didn't know was he didn't have a choice in the matter.

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When he went inside his dorm room he found it empty, he walked to the side of his bed and waited. It seemed a little weird to be waiting for a voice in his head to come back and give him further instruction but…he wasn't exactly normal either.

Alright, you know that mirror Sirius gave you?

He mentally nodded before looking inside his trunk, which dobby bought over, as Morgan had it with her when she bought him to Hogwarts. As soon as he found the mirror he placed a notice me not charm on it and walked out the dorms, the voice…his voice came to him, go to the room of requirement and make sure you're not seen. He did this quickly using his newly acquired agility and hearing, only needing to duck in the shadows when a group of Hufflepuff girls passed. When he arrived at the rooms' entrance he walked three times back and forth wanting a comfortable place to be alone. Then a door appeared and Harry turned the knob and walked inside, watching as the door closed and disappeared. He sighed and looked around the room, there where cushions around the room a soft rug covering the floor, on one of the walls a heated fireplace stood and to the other side a small waterfall dropped water in a soft peaceful lullaby. Harry sat in on one of the cushions in the middle of the room and took out the mirror. He eyed it wearily remembering the nights of starring into its depths pleading for it to show Sirius's kind face, he felt the stinging feeling in his eyes and shook his head furiously. He didn't want to start crying again, he didn't even want to remember. He blamed himself for his death as well as Cedric's and the immediate others that may occur because he couldn't save them, cause they were close to him, cause he's the one that will save them all… the prickling in his eyes increased.

Don't dwell.

Harry sniffed, what can I do…I'm useless, it hurts…

Then take away the pain.

How!

Break the glass…destroy the memory.

Destroy…?

Harry lifted the mirror and stared into it, his reflection stared back, and dull green eyes watering…He raised it above his head, and then yelled as he slammed it on the ground. A single tear dropped as the pieces of the mirror scattered around him. He was breathing heavily as he grabbed a shard and squeezed it in his hands, blood seeped from his palm. His eyes grew wide as he looked at the blood…his blood, and then he felt calm…as more blood fell to the rug under him. His eyes grew heavy as he lifted the shard to his wrist and pressed it deep inside watching the skin break and more blood come out. Calmer…he felt so good now.

Cut deeper Harry…It'll all go away.

He gave a sleepy smile as he passed it harder over his other wrist, watching as more blood poured out and the shiny white of bone showed. He could feel it more now…the pain he felt inside his heart fell to the floor, flowing fast…this was enough for him. He closed his eyes.

You see Harry, the pain will go away.

Harry nodded slowly, letting the sound of his blood dripping to the floor rock him, he looked down at the large pool of blood around him and smiled as he saw those painful memories flash inside it, and as he stood up slowly a trail of the blood followed him as he walked towards the waterfall, leaving veins of blood markings on his wrist, palm, and fingertips. As he bought his wrists under the slow moving water, he hissed at the stinging sensation, feeling the first signs of pain. He squirmed a little but relaxed to the rhythmic feel of the flow of water and blood. The voice was whispering encouraging nothings as he felt suddenly very tired. The last thing he saw before his world fell black was the outline of a person stopping in front of him.


Du: Ha! A cliffy! Alright you'll find out what's going to happen soon! Stick to the story and remember...all will be reveled in later chaps!

P.S –What is a beta and why should I have one? Please explain! (Sorry, new.)