Chapter 9

A/N: Sorry it took so long for an update, life got in the way.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything that pertains to Harry Potter they belong to their respective

owners; I do however own Ambrose and all other OC in this story.

Occlumancy lessons resumed after Christmas break and Harry wasn't getting any better. Ambrose's guilt

was getting worse and to top it all off he still had no idea what the Dark Lord was planning. "Ambrose can

we please just take a break" Harry's pleading wasn't helping Ambrose's anxiety at all. "No, you know there

is no time to rest, the Dark Lord is getting stronger every day and you have no time to waste!" He directed

his wand to Harry's head for what felt like the thousandth time. "I know if I could just rest Ambrose I can

get it right" Ambrose bit his lip and sighed. You are going to hate me, so why not add fuel to the flame.

"Even if you could rest, it would not help, you are horrible at the mind arts, now Focus! Legilimence!"

Instead of Harry's mind being penetrated Ambrose felt his own. He saw one of his memories being dredged

up that he desperately tried to keep down. One moment they were in the room they were having

Occlumancy lessons in and the next they were inside a burning home. "Mum!" a child Ambrose was tied up

in a corner while his mother was on the floor being held at wand point. "Poor little baby wants his Mummy."

The man holding them captive was none other than the former assassin Adolfus Crowling. "Please don't hurt

her, let her go" the young boy pleaded. The man began torturing the mother laughing. The child started

crying and was knocked unconscious. Harry was violently ripped out of the memory. "Ambrose, I'm so sorry

I had no idea-" Ambrose cut him off with a grimace. "Go! We will resume lessons next week" He pushed

Harry out and slammed the door in his face. Banging and breaking could be heard through the heavy wood

door. Ambrose broke vials and the chair that was in the room. Why!? Why? Harry…Why? Why'd you have to

do that? You saw something that I had buried deep and… Ambrose covered his face sliding to the floor

shivering. I'll never be able to burry those memories again.

Harry rushed away from the room. I didn't mean to… I mean he just frustrated me and I reacted. Harry

didn't know where he was going, he just knew he wanted to be alone. He ended up in the Room of

Requirements and began to pace. Maybe I really am a bad person, I'm hurting my friends and the people I

care for. Maybe Sirius was wrong, I really am a bad person. Harry kept on pacing through the room, and

the room seemed to reflect his mood. It was dark, with barely any lighting. It made him feel even more in a

bad mood than he first was. I should just stay away from them all, that should keep them all out of harm's

way.

A/N: Sorry it's a bit angsty, but it is all for the benefit of the story. And yes I know its short I'll

try and make the next one longer.