Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Naruto.

Summary: Voldemort is defeated but everyone Harry loved has died as well. When Harry is transported to the Hidden Leaf Village he lives on, but soon he will discover he is fated to be drawn to another mass murderer – Uchiha Itachi. HP Naruto Crossover

Warning: This story will contain spoilers from Naruto and Harry Potter so if you don't like spoilers don't read this story. Also, some facts may be different from the original plot and characters might behave differently from their original natures but that is how I need them in order to write my fanfic so again if you don't like it refrain from reading it. The genre is Drama/Hurt/Comfort, Harry is emotionally hurt. In this fic, Harry may behave emotional and depressed (but not throughout entire storyline) so think carefully before you write something to you don't like my fic please read something else but if you have constructive criticism for me do go ahead and enlighten me. Lastly, there might be some future violence or coarse language. You have been warned!

Chapter 2: Haunted Visions from Past

"The survived child of prophecy went through the Gates of Fire and arrived in the new world, where there was another prophesied lost soul. From then there were two prophesied children from two different worlds; one walked deeper down the path of insanity from guilt while the other allowed despair to sink him deeper into insanity…"

"Why? I don't see any reason to why he has to come and stay at my house every summer?" Ron said irritably.

Harry already knew why Ron wasn't happy. He had seen too many similar scenes through the bond he shared with Fawkes. What Fawkes saw, he showed Harry although the phoenix knew it would scar the child for life. Fawkes didn't want to lose another of his precious children. When young Tom had been in similar situation as Harry, Fawkes had kept information from Tom because he feared that it would hurt the child and the result was Voldemort - the Dark Lord driven by madness.

"It's part of being his friend, my dear boy." Dumbledore told Ron as though chiding a young child.

"Yeah, but being his 'friend' doesn't mean he 'has' to come to 'my' house." Ron said spitefully.

"He needs all the emotional supports he can get so he doesn't break down." The old headmaster told him in an all-knowing voice.

'You mean so that I won't become Dark Lord Junior'. Harry thought dejectedly.

"He doesn't need any emotional support! He's not normal to start with! There is something wrong with him!"

Ron's words became sharp knives that stabbed Harry's heart mercilessly. The worst part of it was that this wasn't the first time, yet still it wounded Harry all the same.

"Ron! Be rational! We need him! And he needs our support. This is like a trade off." Hermione scolded Ron.

"Can't anyone in here see it? Aren't you guys afraid of what he might do?" Ron shouted incredulously at the girl and old man in front of him as though they had just grown a second set of heads.

"We all can see what you can see because we aren't blind! Ron, I'm scared of him too! Who knows when he'll turn his back on us and use all that power for his own needs? But he's the only one who can defeat Voldemort! Therefore, as his 'best friends,' we have to support him and help him with whatever we can. That doesn't mean you have to understand him and like him. All we have to do is to act like friends! Just think of him as a weapon or a temporary alliance to achieve our goal!" It was clear that what Hermione didn't say but meant was 'stop this nonsense at once, Ron, you're annoying as hell!'

Unfortunately, Ron was either too absorbed in his own mind that he did not notice her tone or too focused on his own view of the 'problem' that he didn't care.

"Alliance with who? Also, he's too powerful to become anyone's weapon! He… He's a monster!"

And that word had been the last straw.

"Stop it! I don't want to hear it anymore!" Harry screamed as though he was under cruciatus. He covered his ears and closed his eyes tightly in a feeble attempt to block out everything around him.

He wished everything would just go away. He wished that he either would go insane or be killed if it meant that the stabbing pain in his abused heart would stop. And when he opened his eyes again, everything around him was blurry and white. His body felt stiff and sore, as well as weak. As Harry looked around, he could see a few blurred figures dressed in white to his right.

"How are you feeling?" One of the figures asked Harry cautiously.

Mihara Kazuki, who asked the question, was one of doctors who were in charge of the Leaf hospital of the Hidden Leaf village. He knew few ANBU were guarding the stranger, unnoticed somewhere outside the window and down the hall of this room. If anything were to go wrong they would rush into his and his staff's rescue, but he was still wary of the newcomer. After all, his experience at the war has taught him that it was better to be safe than sorry, especially in the world of shinobi.

"Who?… Where?…" Harry asked hoarsely.

"My name is Kazuki. I am your doctor and you're in the Leaf hospital."

Harry groaned inwardly at the thought of lying in the hospital wing again. Then the other words came across his fuzzy mind. Leaf hospital? Where was that? And what kind of name was that?

"So how are you feeling?"

"Fine." Harry said weakly.

Kazuki frowned at the answer because he knew the young man in front of him was anything but fine; then again, working as a doctor in shinobi world this was one of the more common lies he heard from his patients.

"What is your name?"

"… Where am I?" Harry asked causing Kazuki's frown to get deeper.

He noticed that not only had the teen avoided giving his own name, but the teen had paused before asking the question as well. As an experienced medic nin who had gone through the great war and treated many injured, allies as well as enemies, the old doctor picked up right away that the teen was hiding something.

"You're in the Leaf Hospital." Kazuki repeated again.

"Where is that?"

Kazuki contemplated the matter at his hands seriously to determine whether the boy was serious or not. The teen, enemy or not, did not know the Leaf hospital when he actually had managed to infiltrate the heavily guarded Uchiha estate in the Hidden Leaf Village? How was that possible? If the teen was lying, then he was a horrible liar! What kind of enemy spy lies that terribly?

"In the Hidden Village of Leaf." Kazuki told Harry as matter of factly.

"Village?"

Was this another wizarding community? Harry wondered. Hidden Village of Leaf. That name sure did not sound like a muggle village. Great! Where was his wand again?

Harry carefully felt around for his wand but it wasn't in its usual spot. Kazuki watched this motion warily; somehow his experience was telling him that the teen was not simply inspecting his wounds and surroundings. When Kazuki didn't receive any responses from the teen, he sighed.

"Look young man, we are just going to perform few tests on you to see how you're doing, since you have finally woken up." Kazuki said coolly.

"Finally woken up?" Harry inquired.

"You have been unconscious for at least five days now."

Kazuki suddenly cursed himself for letting his guard down like that. He did not know if he should have given such information to the stranger. Oh, he dearly wished either Ibiki or Hokage-sama to arrive soon so he could know what information he could safely give the teen and how far they could treat him. Because of the possibility of the teen being an enemy spy, the boy had not been given a full treatment to heal his wounds or medications to numb his pain. Sure, when he first came in they had tried their best to revive him and keep him alive but once his condition stabilized, the minor injuries were not treated, instead they only treated enough to prevent infections or complications.

"We're going to take few blood samples and perform some other tests to determine your current state, okay?"

"… I don't think I got a choice." Harry resignedly replied.

Kazuki wondered if the teen was aware of his current situation and decided to report his contemplation to Ibiki and Hokage.

"No, you don't." Kazuki then motioned his staff to get moving. As he himself was working on some tests on the teen, Kazuki asked the question that had been lingering in his mind for awhile.

"How old are you?"

"Seventeen." Came the quick reply.

Kazuki scowled again because the teen's answer had confirmed his suspicion; the teen had definitely been malnourished since childhood. That was odd; what kind of enemy raises malnourished spies or assassins? That certainly was not efficient or productive when considering future performance. Kazuki interrupted his thoughts when he became aware that the teen was glancing at the paper cup beside him repeatedly. With a sigh Kazuki grabbed the cup and handed it to the teen who looked at it with open suspicion before taking it unenthusiastically. The teen seemed to contemplate it for some time before drinking the water half-heartedly. Not long after, when the process of tests and the collection of necessary samples were finished, there was a knock on the door, which opened to reveal Morino Ibiki and the Hokage.

"Hokage-sama." Kazuki greeted, voice filled with respect.

"You!" Harry violently exclaimed.

Everyone turned to Harry. Why this sudden hostile attitude towards the newcomers? However, it soon became clear, by looking at the teen's accusing index finger, which was pointing at the ANBU who followed Sarutobi, that the teen's hostility was focused on the ANBU named Tenzo. Kazuki felt that things might get too intense so he motioned to rest of the staffs to leave the room.

"Oh I knew everything was too good to be true! What do you want, Death Eater?"

Well that's one way to insult ANBU, Death Eater, huh? Tenzo thought amusedly. Though, in a way, it was true since they were an assassination squad.

Tenzo looked at the Hokage and then, with the Hokage's permission, started talking to the upset stranger.

"I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, don't you dare play dumb with me. If you're not a Death Eater then why are you wearing that giddy white skull mask in middle of the day in a hospital? I think it's too late for Halloween." Harry narrowed his eyes, trying to focus better on the supposed Death Eater.

Yes, he knew things had been going too smoothly, there were no Ministry employees, he wasn't under arrest, he wasn't in jail, or in a dungeon, heck, even the water he drank not long ago hadn't even seemed to be poisoned!

'I wonder what Halloween is? And skull mask? What skull mask? The mask I am wearing is a fine cat mask.' Tenzo thought indignantly.

"Can't you guys just leave me alone? I'm not going to hunt you down or anything so just leave me alone for Merlin's sake! If you want to cause havoc and destruction, go to the Ministry and their beloved Fudge and do whatever you want and see if I care. I don't care what happens to any of that trash so let me be." Harry spat out the words poisonously.

Ministry? Fudge? Everyone in the room was now really lost; it was either that or the teen in front them was the one who had lost it.

"Look, I think there's some kind of misunderstanding and you need to elaborate." Tenzo said in a cool manner but still focusing on the teen in front of him in case he was attacked.

"Don't you dare come near me. You may have taken my wand but that doesn't mean I am helpless." Harry was slowly starting to lift himself from the bed and his blurry eyes alternately focused on Tenzo and the rest of the people in the room.

Sarutobi briefly lifted his hand to signal others not to make any hasty movements toward the teen, unless absolutely necessary, but as he was doing it there was something else occupying his thoughts.

Wand? Had he heard that correctly? Tenzo looked at his companions for a brief moment and confirmed they were just as confused as him.

"I'll retaliate if I find it necessary so get yourself and your fellow Death Eaters away from me. Now tell me where the hell I am. What do you want from me? Your leader is already dead so why don't you and others join another, more practical, social club, I suggest knitting." Harry said the last bit of his sentence in cynical manner all the while he edging further away from the group as best as he can on the bed.

When Harry reached the edge of the bed, he made a move to stand beside his bed or at least he tried to. As soon as he put his second foot on the floor and put a weight on to it, he realized there wasn't any energy in his legs and thus they wouldn't sustain his weight. He fell with a pathetic thump and while doing so he managed to hit his head on the small table next to the bed.

"Owww…"

Harry moaned pathetically. His entire body seemed to ache and the world seemed to spin around him.

"Are you alright?" Tenzo crouched down next to the moaning teen and carefully started to examine Harry for any additional damage.

Harry tensed at first when he realized the man was crouched next to him. Then with his new, closer view of the man, Harry realized there was something off about the mask and the costume of the supposed Death Eater. He squinted his eyes and through his focused vision, Harry realized the mask was anything but a skull mask.

"I am sorry, but are you a Death Eater?" Harry asked cautiously.

"What exactly are you referring to when you say Death Eater?" Tenzo replied with a question of his own.

"The mask you're wearing isn't a skull mask, is it?" Harry already knew the answer to the question from his newly focused vision through his squinted eyes, but he still inquired while Tenzo and others in the room noted the teen was avoiding the question aimed for him. Horrible gut-retching feeling was creeping Harry as he waited for the answer of his question.

"No." Was the man's simple answer; the dread that had been threatening to overtake Harry now overwhelmed his thoughts.

'Okay, so this masked person isn't a Death Eater. Great!' Harry thought, not sure whether to be happy with the news or nervous about not knowing anything about this potential enemy. Though he could always blast away his way out if push came to shove.

"… Never mind. I am sorry. Without my glasses, I've mistaken you for someone else. Anyway, by any chance, do you happen to know where my glasses are?" Harry asked politely as he was being helped back on the bed by the masked figure. Oh how he hated hospital beds!

As soon as he was on the bed, a person who Harry remembered as -something-or-other came forward and started to check Harry's head. Oh how he hated hospital staff too!

"No." Came Kazuki's short answer.

"Oh… that's okay." Harry said, resigned.

"What is your name young man?" Sarutobi asked in a gentle tone.

"… Where am I?" At Harry's question, Kazuki whispered to the third and Ibiki that the teen had been doing this every time his name was asked.

"Your questions will be answered after we are finished with ours, and only if it's determined you deserve an answer." Ibiki spoke in an authoritative tone of voice.

"… Fine. Can you at least tell me which country I'm in?" Harry answered with a sigh, after processing the words in his head carefully.

Harry hesitantly looked at the scene outside the hospital window, which happened to display a spectacular blur of colours. Harry sighed again. He couldn't see anything to help him figure out where he was!

"… Do you mean that you don't know?" Although Ibiki asked this question in a monotone, he was quite taken aback by the teen's query. Kazuki leaned into Ibiki and the Hokage to relay the scant information he had gathered.

"Would I ask if I knew?" Harry asked irritably.

"… You're in the Country of Fire." Ibiki told Harry while thinking about what Kazuki had told them.

There was, probably, no harm in telling the teen which nation he was in. Then again, it was very suspicious that the teen didn't even know what country he was in while he had managed to penetrate the village's security all the way to the Uchiha district. Was he trying pull I-lost-my-memory act? Trying to pretend that he's amnesic and thus trying get to stay in the village only to steal some valuable information or attempt an assassination?

"Fire Country? What continent is that on? Europe? Asia? Africa?" Harry furrowed his brows.

'Fire Country?' What kind of mess was he in now? He has never heard of such name. If he had, Harry was sure that he'd remember a name as unique as the Fire Country.

"What continent? What do you mean by Asia?" Ibiki asked back.

"… Never mind." Harry shook his head. If he was indeed in this 'Fire Country,' which he had never heard of, then there was a likely chance that people of this village might never have heard of Harry Potter. Thus he decided to take the risk.

"My name is Harry. Who are you?"

"Heri?" Ibiki repeated the name, pronunciation still new to his tongue.

"Harry." Harry repeated his name again.

"Harry." This time Ibiki seemed to get the name correctly because the teen nodded at him in acknowledgement.

"My name is Morino Ibiki. Harry, how old are you?"

The name given to Ibiki was quite foreign to the people in the room. Harry? What kind of enemy spy gives a name that stands out as much as that?

"Seventeen." Harry obediently answered again.

Due to Harry's poor vision from his lack of glasses, he wasn't able to see the skeptical expressions worn by other people in the room.

'Seventeen? He looks much younger than that.' Was the thought that crossed everyone's mind.

Kazuki informed Ibiki and the Hokage about his suspicions about the teen's malnourishment. This gave more questions than answers, however. One major concern Kazuki had mentioned to Ibiki and Sarutobi was that the teen's bone density, apparently, was very poor. What kind of enemy ninja was that? How would he able to fight if he didn't have good bone density? His bones would break easily in an intense battle! Ibiki decided to put the issues aside for now and discover other half of the teen's name.

"Which family are you from?"

"I'm from… the Potter family." Harry told the man little hesitantly.

"Where are you from?" Ibiki continued his interrogation.

Okay, this was a hard question for Harry. Then again, where was he? The Fire country? He had no idea where that was. What happened to him, anyway? The last thing he remembered was fighting Voldemort and winning. He'd been badly injured in the battle so Harry figured that was the reason for him being in a hospital bed. But he didn't like the way this man was questioning him. Harry felt like he was some kind of criminal or a spy.

"Where's my wand?" Harry asked again in hope of avoiding the man's question. However this did not go unnoticed by the people in this room. But there came another question.

"Wand?" There was it again. The boy used the term 'wand'.

"What, exactly, do you mean by wand?" Ibiki questioned.

Harry cocked his eyebrows.

"You mean you don't know?" Harry asked incredulously.

"No." Ibiki answered flatly.

"… Do you know who Voldemort is?" Harry asked after a second's thought.

"No." Since neither the man nor the others in the room flinched when Harry mentioned Voldemort's name, Harry believed him.

So maybe he wasn't in the Wizarding World, but in the Muggle World. He shouldn't have blurted out the word 'wand' like that. Harry mentally cursed. They might think him crazy or something now. He would just tell them that he was confused for a moment or something. Oh, where was Fawkes anyway? He should have warned Harry that he was in one of muggle hospitals through their links when he woke up. How was he supposed to cover this up? He will have to find his wand first.

"Umm… Did you happen to see a wooden stick when you found me?" Harry worded his sentence carefully.

"Oh, you mean this?"

Ibiki showed him a burnt stick, but didn't hand it to him quite yet. They had done all kinds of tests on this burnt stick but nothing had come of them. There was nothing special about the stick other than the fact that it was burnt along with the boy's right hand, which had miraculously healed in few days with just a burn scar left to tell of the injury. The only thing they had managed to figure out was that this stick was not part of the shrine. It was made from a different kind of wood from the one the shrine was built from. When Harry saw the burnt wand in the man's hand, he had to blink several times. He watched, in disbelief, what appeared to be the remains of his wand while hoping that it was just his vision failing him. When he realized that his lack of glasses had nothing to do with the black colour of his wand, he became hysterical.

"What have you done to it? You! You burned it! What… how…. Do you know what you've done?"

"Was there a reason that this thing shouldn't have burned? Did we do something wrong?" Ibiki said as though he was oblivious to the severity of the situation.

"You! You!" But Harry couldn't finish the sentence.

How could he possibly tell these muggles that they had just destroyed his magic wand and the bond to Fawkes, a mythical bird? They wouldn't and couldn't understand. They'd think he's crazy. Harry clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white, even then he shook with rage. It didn't stop his eyes from welling with tears in frustration, threatening to spill soon. Harry tried to reach for his wand, but the man simply moved his wand away, fuelling Harry's anger.

"Give it back to me. Now." Harry tried to suppress his anger and talk calmly. However, he failed miserably.

"What is so special about this stick?" Ibiki voiced the question that everyone in the room wanted to ask. Ibiki decided to increase the pressure on the teen so that he would lose control and accidentally give away information. And not only Harry did lose control, but he snapped. Though he didn't have his wand, without a second thought Harry used Imperius on the guy who was holding his wand a hostage. He didn't care that the Ministry might find him and imprison him for this incident. He didn't care that Wizarding World might use this as a reason to lock him up in Azkaban or kill him. He wanted his wand back. His wand was still a part of him.

"I said give it back to me!" His voice was low, barely sustaining his anger.

The other people in the room were surprised by the sudden aura that Harry emitted. They tensed, but again Sarutobi gave the sign to stop his ANBU from attacking the teen before anything regrettable could happen. He wanted to see what the teen would do to get his stick back from Ibiki, who was one of the special jounin. But whatever Sarutobi was thinking it certainly wasn't the scene that followed.

They were quite taken aback when Ibiki obediently handed the stick to the teen. There was no way that Ibiki had been intimidated by the teen to give the stick up. Sarutobi glanced at Ibiki's face and realized right away that he was under some kind of gen-jutsu. However, before the elderly man could think what he should do, the gen-jutsu on Ibiki was lifted after the stick had been handed to the boy named Harry.

Now they had more mysteries to solve. When did the boy put the gen-jutsu on Ibiki? The boy didn't move but his entire body trembled slightly from what they thought was a rage. Though the boy did make an eye contact, Sarutobi couldn't see anything indicating the teen had any kind of blood limit involving the eyes. Moreover, how did he manage to make the jounin obey him? Ibiki was not an ordinary shinobi. He was a special jounin who specialized in interrogation and torture which also meant that Ibiki was too cautious person to be caught in something like this so easily especially from 17-year-old! And whatever the boy had used, it made Ibiki do what the boy told him to do. In Sarutobi's opinion the only person who was capable of such a feat at such a young age was Itachi.

And there was he again, making connections to Itachi; Sarutobi's thoughts went back to the boy who became a S-class missing nin at the mere age of 13. When the old man looked at Ibiki, he seemed to snap out of his trance-like state and Sarutobi was able to see that Ibiki appeared shocked, though it wasn't obvious, if you hadn't know him for a long time. And there was another question. Why did the boy release Ibiki from his gen-jutsu? Why didn't he use the hold on Ibiki to his advantage?

All Sarutobi's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Harry's shaken voice, barely audible. However, this time his voice seemed to be shaken not from rage but from fear, all the while he was staring at the stick in his right hand.

"It was like this when you found it?"

Harry looked at the wand in his hand. Images were flowing back to him. There were so many images and they were flying too fast for him to comprehend, but somewhere inside Harry knew instinctively that nothing good would come out from knowing the truth. He wondered why the palm of his right hand' had a burn marks as though he had held a hot iron rod. He didn't remember doing anything to get a burn on his hand.

Where was Fawkes, by the way? Dreams, better described as nightmares, were starting to flood him as well. There were so many nightmares he had. Some were of his past, some were visions from Voldemort, and some were horrible images his mind had created because his psychological state. They repeated themselves countless times every night to the point where Harry couldn't remember which nightmare he had this time. No! He did not want to remember!

"Please, tell me you burnt my wand and it wasn't like this when you found it." Harry pleaded with the people in the room. They were confused by this boy who was now starting to hyperventilate with horror written in his features. At first, the teen, Harry, had been furious because he thought that they had burnt his stick, now he, for some reason, looked terrified and pleaded with them to say that they had actually burnt it?

"When we found it, in your hand, it was already burnt." As soon as Sarutobi finished the sentence, Harry started to laugh quietly. It sounded so hollow that it made the small hairs on the back of the neck of the others stand on end.

"No…" Harry pleaded. He hoped he hadn't heard that correctly. Already burnt? Why? How? Then more images came back to him. Harry grabbed his head with his left hand and moaned in pain. The images of fire. The feeling a burning sensation in his right hand. Burning? Then Harry looked back at his right hand; it had been branded with a burn marks while it held a burnt wand.

"No…" Harry murmured.

Stop it!

Harry heard his desperate voice. And visions… so many visions haunted him…

Fawkes I don't want to lose you too! Harry heard his own frantic plea, which was always denied.

Tears started to flow freely from Harry's eyes and he didn't know how to stop it. He remembered, and knew that Fawkes was dead. A legendary phoenix, an immortal bird, was dead. As ridiculous as it sounded, Harry knew it was undeniable truth. He also remembered Fawkes mentioning something about a different world and going through the gates of fire. Maybe he wasn't on Earth anymore. Something hurt him. Mysterious force stabbed at Harry's heart. Harry had thought his heart was so battered that it was incapable of feeling any pain but he had been wrong. Losing Fawkes caused his heart to ache to the point Harry thought wasn't possible. Was it the effect of severed bond or was it pain from losing the last of ones who have loved him?

Sarutobi and others looked at the teen warily. Then the boy's moaning died down and he lifted his head again with tears marking his face and with an expression of understanding dawning on him as he looked around the room. The teen looked back at his stick. Then his left hand moved slowly from his head to middle of his chest where his heart was and he grabbed it tightly, and he started to hyperventilate again.

"Young man?" Sarutobi asked cautiously, but he didn't get an answer.

"Harry?" He asked again remembering the teen's name. Then Suddenly Harry snapped his head to him and started to shout his lungs out.

"It's your entire fault! You! Because of you I have nothing now! He's dead!"

Yes, it was all Dumbledore's fault. It was all that stupid prophecy's fault. Harry's head started to hurt so much he couldn't focus. He was so consumed by grief and rage that he couldn't think straight. Everything was hazy and confusing again that Harry believed the elderly man in front of him with powerful aura was Albus Dumbledore.

"Dead! Do you hear me?"

But the dead was the least of Sarutobi and others worries as windows, monitors and everything else in the room started to crack with dangerous sounds. They looked around worriedly, not knowing what was happening nor what actions they should take. Only thing they knew was that this phenomenon was connected to the teen, though there was no proof of it.

"I hope you're happy because of you I have no one left to love me anymore! Ahhhhh!" After that tantrum, Harry started scream. It hurt him so much, so very much, but among all other pains, his heart hurt the most. Something was being ripped from inside, away from his soul. He was truly alone now.

Why… Why had Dumbledore done this to him? Only thing Harry ever wanted from Dumbledore was to be loved by him, just like all the other children. Dumbledore? Where was the headmaster anyway? Then again what happened him? Where was he? Things were so confusing now to Harry. He wasn't aware that he was still screaming. He wasn't even aware of the breaking windows and monitors around him. Everything went to black suddenly, but that didn't help Harry as much this time because instead of everything coming to a silent halt, he was still screaming and his heart still ached a lot. And now he was starting to see visions from his past more vividly than before. Was it nightmare? Or was he still in reality? He couldn't tell anymore. Then again that didn't matter because he was truly alone in the world now.

A/N: I found that some people find Harry whiny and melodramatic but I don't have a plan for him to act like that for the rest of my fic. I think people who find Harry as a dramatic and weak character need to understand that this state is not his usual character but he is confused at the moment. One good example is Harry thinks he is talking to Dumbledore.

Let me clear this for all, Dumbledore is dead; Hermione, Ron, Remus, Sirius, everyone important to Harry is dead. He is physically exhausted and emotionally drained from the war (in my story he has killed death eaters during the war. He is young and young or not such experiences can mentally traumatize or damage people. Look at the genre, it is Drama/Hurt/Comfort. Harry is mentally scarred from experiencing war at young age and this story is going to be about how he heals, or that is my intention for plans can always change.). Harry's bond to Fawkes is gone, in my fanfic it is like part of your soul being ripped off from you that is why he is screaming at the end.