I Am Cut
By: Morbid-Malfunctions

A/N: So... You know when I said I would be updating more regularly? Well, that starts after this chapter! Sorry it took me so long guys, I went on vacation and didn't have a laptop with me and fanfiction mobile doesn't let you update stories. :(

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Now, the anticipated meeting with Dumbledore! (Not sure if it was as highly anticipated by you guys as it was by me...) But enjoy!

Chapter Twelve: It's Not Me, It's You

No matter how hard he tried, the gargoyle guarding Dumbledore's office wouldn't let him pass without giving him the password, and for the life of him, Harry couldn't remember. He knew Snape told it to him last night, but so many thing happened he was lucky he remembered any of the night at all. Finally, Dumbledore must have told the gargoyle to let him pass because it stepped aside and let him go up to the Headmaster's office.

Harry climbed up the winding flight of stairs, putting up a mask of indifference to cover up the agitation he was feeling. The old coot always made him anxious, all of his nerves standing to attention. He never knew what crazy plan he was coming up with. He straightened out his clothes before knocking on the door to Dumbledore's office. He knew that Dumbledore knew he was there, he just wasn't expecting him early.

"Come in."

Harry obliged, walking in and seating himself in the char in front of Dumbledore's desk without being offered. He relaxed in the chair, playing with his lip-ring.

Dumbledore's smile faltered for a moment, but it was plastered back on before he thought Harry would notice, who saw it fall for just a moment. He wouldn't put up with the "grandfather" facade any longer.

"Lemon drop? Tea?" The Headmaster offered; Harry declined the lemon drop but took a cup of tea.

"What is it that you would like to speak to me about, Headmaster?" Harry questioned, sipping his tea and raising a brow at the man he once looked up to.

"How are you doing, my dear boy? Demanding a resorting caused a shock to everyone in the school. Are you comfortable in the Slytherin dungeons? I'm only concerned about your well being, Harry. Are you quite sure you do not want to be placed back in Gryffindor, in the tower with all your friends?"

Harry snorted into his tea, trying to conceal his laughter.

"You? Concerned about my well being?" Harry's mood shifted, eyes darkening. "When have you ever been concerned? I know that you know all about what was going on at my Aunt's house." Harry stood in a flurry, knocking his tea cup off his lap in the process.

"Let's get this story straight. You were a poison, you flooded through my veins. You left me broken, you tried to make me think that the blame was all on me. The casualties in this war are not my fault! Sirius' death was not my fault! It's not me it's you! It's your fault! Because of this stupid game you're playing with all of us. I'm done being a pawn for you, Professor."

Dumbledore stood, his mask completely dissolved. The twinkle in his baby blue eyes was no longer there, only anger.

"I will not be spoken to like that, Mr. Potter."

"I don't care!" Harry screamed back. "I've suffered long enough for your war! The Dark Lord will fall on my terms and my terms only!" His raw power caused almost every item in the room to shatter, causing Dumbledore to flinch.

"I'll have my own side in this war. I'm not the only one who is sick of your shit. I'm not afraid of you. I'm not afraid of Darkness, or Death. I'm not afraid of Voldemort. I'm the one who is going to kill him. Not you, old man. I suggest you stand down."

With that, Harry left Dumbledore's office, the pressure on his chest growing a little bit stronger.

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When Harry returned to the Slytherin common room with Accid, he was exhausted. Using that much magic wore him out. He still had a lunch date to go on, however. He checked the time; 12:13. Looking around, Harry found one of the girls in Jenna's year.

"Will you please tell Jenna that I'd like to leave around 1:30 if that's okay with her." The girl nodded and went into the girl's dormitory to tell his illegitimate sister his message.

Harry headed towards his room for some peace and quiet, only to find Draco sitting on his bed, reading his Charms text book.

Harry smirked. "Workin' hard or hardly workin'?" He joked, and the blonde-haired aristocrat beamed at him.

"I see you decided to put your piercings back in."

"Yeah, what's it to you?" He questioned in a joking tone.

"They look good on you." Harry turned to see Draco blushing and staring down at his book.

"Well, you know, I do have a lunch date with Jenna today..." Harry trailed off, and Draco shot his head back up to stare accusingly at Harry.

Harry scoffed. "She's practically my little sister. Don't get so worked up." Harry chuckled, placing Accid on the bed. He sat down next to his black python, bemusing himself by stroking the silky scales.

"I ssssmell aroussssal on the blonde one." Accid commented, causing Harry to blush.

'What are you thinking? Draco could never like you like that. He's not even gay. Even if he was gay, he wouldn't like you. No one could. Vernon made sure of that.' Harry chided himself, staring down at his wrist which bore the initials V.D., hidden by glamours so no one could see. He knew they were there though.

After sitting there awkwardly for a few moments, Harry checked the time. 12:45. He looked over at Draco, who seemed to be reading the same page for the last ten minutes.

"I think I'm going to go to the common room and sit in front of the fire place. I seem to be distracting you from your reading."

Harry got up and left before Draco could protest.

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Half an hour later, Jenna walked into the common room, all dolled up for their brother/sister lunch date. She grinned when she saw Harry sitting on the couch waiting for her.

"Brother Harry!" Harry turned around to grin at her, his hands on his hips.

"Well, don't you look pretty." He smirked, and Jenna came over and gave him a hug, but not before punching his arm.

"You don't look too bad yourself." She beamed and Harry rolled his eyes.

"Quit lying to me and let's get going."

Jenna nodded and Harry led her out of the common room with an arm on her waist.

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Harry and Jenna arrived at The Three Broomsticks and were greeted by glares and calculating looks. Jenna sighed and drug him off to a table in the corner, where they could hide from their fellow students.

"Just ignore them, Brother Harry."

"I've gotten used to being stared at, Jen. It's quite alright." They sat down in the booth and a waitress came over and took their orders.

"Two butterbeers and I'll have an order of french-fries. Anything for you, Jenna?" Jenna shook her head and the waitress left.

After a few minutes of silence, Jenna crossed her fingers and rested her cheek on them, a knowing look in her eyes as she watched her Slytherin brother.

"So who is it?" She asked, causing Harry to look at her with a startled expression.

"What do you mean, 'who is it'?"

"You're smitten with someone. I can tell. You've been acting different lately. So tell me, who is it?"

Harry frowned. He was acting different? He was pretty sure he'd been acting the same as always, just a little less cranky. "I-" Before he was able to answer his question, he was cut off.

"Well, well, well, isn't it the newest slimy Slytherin. Here to betray some more Gryffindors Harry?"

Harry looked up to see Ron and Hermione standing in front of their table. His brow furrowed. They honestly had the nerve to come over and ruin his lunch date with Jenna.

"Bugger off, Weasley." Harry glared and the red-head's face turned the same color as his hair.

"Harry, come on. You're better than this." Hermione gave a distinct look of disgust in Jenna's direction and Harry's eyes darkened.

Jenna frowned when she saw Harry's aura turn a dark maroon color. A mixture of anger and darkness. But Harry wasn't dark...

Harry stood up, slamming his hands on the table. "Don't talk about her like that."

"But Harry, she's a Slytherin." Ron protested.

"And so am I." Harry turned his glare on Ron.

"If you prefer to have your limbs intact, I suggest you two leave."

"Threatening us isn't going to work, Harry. We're not leaving without you." Hermione crossed her arms over her chest in a defiant stance.

"You're not my friends. You never were. You're both as bad as Dumbledore, the manipulative bastard. Ron, I knew you were in it for the fame. I'm not stupid. And Hermione, I don't know why you decided to befriend me, but I knew my fame was a part of it. Now, I'm leaving. Jenna, let's go."

Harry helped her out of her chair by holding her elbow and the two Slytherins left The Three Broomsticks without another word to the two Gryffindors.

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A/N: Quoted "It's Not Me It's You" by Skillet.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter because I've been procrastinating writing it for a few days now and I stayed up late writing and I'm beat! Up next! Chapter Thirteen: Falling Inside the Black. Any ideas to what might be happening? Leave them in a review. Also, if you guys have any questions or concerns regarding my story, please let me know in a review and I'll do my best to answer your questions and fix any problems. But please, please review! They seriously make my day better. You know you want to. (:

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