Author's Note: Hi ya! Thanks for all the brilliant reviews last chapter. The perfect end to the summer. Back to school now sadly. Hopefully updates won't be interrupted, I'm aiming for once every fortnight but no promises and sorry if I'm late. Well, that's all I've got to say for now. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Do I even have to say this? Well here it goes; what on earth possessed you to think even for one minute this belonged to me?
Chapter Eighteen: The Truth Hurts
"I DON'T BELIEVE YOU" Remus shouted, "HOW? HOW COULD EVEN THINK OF SAYING ANYTHING LIKE THAT? IN CASE YOU'VE FORGOTTEN Harry HAD JUST SAVED OUT LIVES FROM DEATH EATERS. HE DIDN'T HAVE TO BUT HE DID. FOR MERLIN SAKE HE COULD HAVE BEEN KILLED!"
"REMUS!" Sirius bellowed, "Your suppose to be the smart one here. How on earth could he have so conveniently overheard, find you-know-who's secret hiding place, fight a couple of death eaters and be alive. He would have had to get pass all the wards round that Riddle place. And Remus, the only way he could have done is if he planned it al ahead with you-know-who in the first place. Second the dementor attack, how come Granger so conveniently saves the day both time. So he could fool Dumbledore you idiot," he spat.
"Remus," James reasoned, "We gave Harry a chance to explain didn't we?"
"James for the love of human life," Remus cursed.
"HONESTLY!" An angry voice interrupted them. "GET BACK TO BED AT ONCE!" They all ignored the matron who was besides herself with fury. "FINE," she snapped. A split second later the three boys had been stunned and was peacefully asleep back in bed. Muttering to herself she failed to notice Harry's missing presence.
Harry was awoken in the early hours of the morning by stabbing pains running all along his body. Hissing in pain he figured the potion-killing potion Madam Pomfrey had given him had worn of. Damn, he hated the Cruciatus Curse. He hated Voldemort. He hated he dad. He hated Sirius. He hated his whole bloody life. Fresh tears welled as he angrily brushed them away. How he wished he had never come back to the past. He rather be left to love the memory of his father and godfather in peace.
Snape had been telling the truth. His father was an arrogant git who head was just way too big.
Rolling over he recognised the old cupboard under the stairs. It was a little ironic really. At this moment Harry couldn't help but wished he could go back there. When things were so much simpler. He was Harry, not the boy-who-lived. Not Potter. Harry. The biggest worry he had was Dudley punching him not an insane wizard after his blood, not the fate of the world on his shoulders. Nobody life depended on him. Back then8all he wanted was love but coming with love was all the responsibility and problems of having someone to care for you.
Just for the first time ever Harry wished he never found out he was a wizard.
Author's Note: Yeah, the truth hurts. Just sometimes in life lies hurt but the truth can kill. In a lie, you can still kid yourself things are still okay but in truth you know it's reality, you can't change it. No matter how much it hurts.