Harry sped at a rocketing speed towards the ground, reaching his hand out for the snitch. The team had worked extraordinarily well together. Harry was fairly surprised to find that Colin Creevey had tried out, and had gotten the spot. Harry didn't think he was the best on the team, but he was a fair player.

"We are so going to win the cup this year!" Harry heard Ron shout, as he grabbed the snitch in four minutes since the start of the game.

They had walked back to the castle, and Ron was beaming at every one of them, then he had started to jabber, and wonder if his dad was rich enough to buy him a firebolt yet.

Harry rolled his eyes and let him talk.

-~*~-

"Welcome back Potter," Snape said.

"Pleasure," Harry spat. Then quickly added, "Sir."

The occlumency lessons went normally, until…

"Dammit Potter, concentrate!"

"I'm trying!"

"TRY HARDER!"

"I've tried hard enough already! Isn't it over yet?"

"Just because you're an arrogant prat like your father…"

"SHUT UP ABOUT MY FATHER!"

"You're no different! You're arrogant, you're stupid, and the only one you care about is yourself."

"Damn you Snape!" Harry was livid, and his face was contorted in pure anger. He took a desk and threw it across the room. "I'm tired of this!"

He then grabbed a jar full of what looked like pickled tentacles and bombarded the chalkboard with the several jars of them.

"I was told that I'm the only stupid person that can defeat Voldemort, and I don't want it! I don't want the damn fame; I don't want the stupid fortune, and I don't care about myself!" Harry was rambling. After so many months and weeks, this had all built onto his chest. Harry's feeling felt clogged, as he never chose to express them. Snape looked calm as he quietly observed Harry's yelling. "I'd probably go and do something stupid trying to save somebody, then end up getting them killed, but I care about myself."

"If I didn't have the freaking world piled on my shoulders, I'd commit suicide, so that more people wouldn't die on my behalf! Everybody I've seen dead so far was my fault, yes, but I still don't care about only myself." Said Harry as he continued to ramble.

"Really now?"

Harry's rage grew to an astonishing limit as he caused every window and jar to crack, and then explode in a shatter of glass; he caused every desk to nearly disintegrate, and the cauldron pegs to melt and sizzle.

"I'd trade my life to be normal for one day." Said Harry, and he was about ready to storm away, until Snape started clapping.

"Bravo, Potter."

Harry stared blankly at him.

"That's controlling your power, when you're able to avoid certain things of your own free will, and when you're able to fix the problem. Even the best wizards can't control their emotions at times, and though I hate complimenting you, seeing as how insulting you awhile ago was a lot of fun, you did it perfectly Potter."

"So…you didn't mean what you said?" Harry asked, dumbfounded.

"Well…I was serious about the stupid part," said Snape. "An idiot could notice that you would run blindly into a snake's mouth, if you knew a friend was in its stomache."

"Then er…sorry about..." Said Harry.

"Don't say sorry, it's fixed for one, and Dumbledore said if anything of mine was broken, he'd give me an added bonus." Said Snape. "Come to think of it…your welcome to blow up my class room again."

Harry betrayed his hatred of Snape for a moment and laughed, but managed to turn in into a hacking cough. "Er…bye then," he said awkwardly, and hurriedly left Snape's classroom.

-~*~-

"I think Snape was just in a good mood," said Ron.

"Maybe he's turning over a new leaf." Commented Hermione.

Ron snorted. "Not again with your girly 'world peace' theories."

Harry unconsciously looked over at the calendar, looking for the next crescent moon date, as it was now November. The Hogsmeade trip had been uneventful; Harry met up with the twins while they shipped some items there to Lee Jordan, and got a few Trojan Teacups. Another new shop called 'Dragon's Hide' had made its way into the Hogsmeade area, and it was a gigantic hit. Famous celebrities played there, such as the Weird Sisters.

"What are you looking at Harry?"

"Oh…nothing…"

"Why are we always left in the dark?"

"You're not left in the dark," said Harry.

"Tell us what's been going on lately, or I'll curse you." Ron threatened.

"No. You're both my best friends, but I highly doubt you'd understand, and if you did understand, you would both start pussy-footing around me, telling me it'll all be okay, so quiet frankly, I don't want to tell anybody about my issues." Harry yawned, and looked blearily into Hermione and Ron's mildly stunned faces. "I'm going up to bed."

He then trumped up the stairs to his dorm. He grabbed the snitch Hermione had given him from the bottom of his trunk, and started to let it go, and catch it again wondering why his father found it entertaining. He continued, though, so he had something to concentrate on. Taeli cooed happily, and Harry, not wanting an audience, stopped, and snatched the snitch for one last time. He took a deep breath and thunked his head against the brick wall and fiddled with the snitches wings, but as he looked forward, the familiar person he had known for only a few years seemed to materialize out of the air.

The man's body glimmered slightly, as though a projection image, and Harry's eyes nearly bugged out of his head.

"S-Sirius?"

-~*~-

Oh I feel evil. If I were you, I'd hate me for this evil cliffie.

Well, I'm too tired to respond to all the reviewers, I'll mention ya in the next chapter.