-Disclaimer- I don't own HP, Korn, Adema, Terry Pratchett. I only own this plot, psycho Harry and anything else I throw at you.

A/N- Well, uhmm… This will be dark like Trash, but have much more plot, but it will stay true to the depressing, well depression of trash. With plenty of Psycho Harry for everyone!

Sarcastic (but right now really horny) Draco-"But you said I could have Harry all to myself so we could go at it like rabbits?"

Witty Hermione- "Oh great, more facts about your love life that we need to know, the author is having a hard enough time as it is staying serious."

Sarcastic Draco- "I thought you were supposed to be witty, you just sound winy."

Witty Hermione- "Whatever, just crawl back to your hole ferret boy and fantasize about Harry for a while.

Sarcastic Draco- "I just may do that."

Psycho Harry- "Perfect…"

MiniMe- "Aw crap, back in the cage he goes."

Voices (Hey Daddy…)

Life did go on, Hogwarts wasn't the same though. Sure, Voldemort was dead, Cornelius Fudge was being ousted from the position of Minister of Magic, and Sirius Black was an innocent man. And yet it all paled in comparison to the knowledge that the boy responsible for most of this, was gone. Nobody knew where Harry Potter was, and maybe that was just as well. For if they did indeed know, they would seek him out.

And Harry didn't need more deaths on his conscience, there would be far to many by the end of this.

Let me see (let me see)

All my life (taken) taken

Life wasn't fair Harry reflected. He smiled as he thought about that simple truth, it was magnificent in how true and how simple it was. Whole worlds of meaning could be conveyed within it, and yet it held only one true meaning. Paradoxes were fascinating from every angle.

He liked dark places, places of haunting beauty that made you marvel at Nature's mastery of art. Right now the fiords of Norweigh, great crevasses carved by imperial glaciers, deep with water and covered in a light snow, the sun setting and cascading delicious pink rays down onto the snow. So very cold…

Harry loved the cold.

This demon (haunts me) haunts me

They are hating me

Help me

"It is time." He whispered and looked at his wand. His power was great now, he could cast magic with just thought, although that took so much energy. But with his wand and the desire for the magic, he could force a spell into existence, not even using the right words for it. As he did now.

"The Ministry." He said, power surged and then he was gone, a circle of dead burned grass where his feet had been.

The frost was thick there…

You fuck me

I'm gagged and bound

You pick me up

Draco shuddered as he went to breakfast. It felt so cold all of a sudden. Crabbe and Goyle walked beside him, supporting him with their presence. Draco was very vulnerable now, and they were his protection. Not that Draco need protection, Lucius Malfoy was not some one that you even wanted to think about angering. Even if those rumors about him being a Death Eater were true, the Malfoy estate could, influence, people's lives very easily.

That didn't stop the pain he felt, he could feel Harry, feel his torment, hear his voices… Draco fell to the floor with a yell as power was sucked out of him. Dumbledore stood up and vanished promptly while Ron looked anxiously at Hermione.

When I am down

I cannot live without them

I do not live without them

Harry looked at the Ministry of Magic building and entered. It was dark, and Harry kept it so. Soon he was where MacNair worked, and as the man looked on in fear Harry killed him softly. And so it went, he crept in and out of the building, killing those he deemed unworthy of life. There were so many tainted, he could hear their secrets with his and Draco's life force. The bond did come in handy, it was beautiful in how it enabled him to access the very power of Draco's soul and cause himself such torment by doing that-

Dumbledore was here, he could feel the old man's power. The voice chuckled within him, and showed him how to flee. He could return whenever he needed too…

Hating me

They are taking me

Away

By ...

Draco shuddered, the dark was encroaching on him. He was alone, so very alone, there was no one there- He could hear the voice, feel Harry's demons, feel the utter torment. Harry was stepped so far in despair it transcended mere emotions and words, it was a form of existence, a depression so absolute it was the black left by broken happiness, the pit left by love torn apart.

And it was all his fault, and now he was alone and could hear the voice, the voice the voice the voice-

"Draco, the only way out of insanity is through it, the only path to love is to wade through pain, make the journey Draco, find where the walls are weak." The voice commanded, and Draco screamed as its voice ripped into his mind. He felt soothing cool hands on his arms and then a strong body that held him gently while a soft warm feminine voice whispered in his ear. And then he felt Vincent and Greg, they were there to.

"It's alright Draco, now reach out to him." And Draco tried.

Facing me (what soul)

My soul

There ...

Please help me

"What?" Harry yelled. He felt something questing for his mind, and suddenly he was invaded by the feelings of another. Question searching burning they hurt and he couldn't stand it.

Fight it Harry, beat them back, you are stronger than they could ever hope to be. The voice was whispering, he could hear it, the voice that burned in his head, incendiary fires that made Hell look like cool green glistening meadows…

He fought, sending the emotions back, feeling satisfaction as they met with pain- Harry's world began to warp, his perception became skewed, his eyes were vacant, because they saw everything at once.

There are two ways to fight insanity, to bury it, or to embrace it. Although the latter sounds foolhardy, it is the former that is the worst. For once repressed it can grow, consume, decimate the faculties of reason until all that lies within is either a bush, or the maddest mind that a soul can have…

But to embrace it, one must walk the razors edge, where the slightest bump can send you over and help must be supplied for one to conquer it, outlets and support. And yet to conquer it you must understand it, to do that you must let it overwhelm you, and you truly do need help to do this.

But Harry didn't even want to win…

You fuck me

I'm gagged and bound

You pick me up

When I am down

"I cannot reach him, it is to hard." Draco whispered, and then he looked up into the brilliant blue of eyes that rivaled Harry's for beauty. He never had looked at Ron's eyes before, they were pretty indeed, but they didn't haunt his dreams, didn't breed his nightmares, didn't-

"Snap out of it Malfoy." Ron said. "You will not give up." His voice was low and insistent, and something about it struck a chord in his chest, but it was to hard, it hurt to much… Ron seemed to sense this and searched for something to say, something anything; he would not let Harry get away-

"Draco Malfoy," Ron began, and Draco couldn't help but be entranced by the pure fury in those blue irises. "Prove them wrong." The words were uttered with extreme force, force of will, force of mind. Draco seemed frozen, and then-

"You are just as good damn it, only you can do this no one else!" Ron snapped, wishing on the inside that he could… "So damn well do this Malfoy!" Lucius stared at his son, torn between what he saw as needed and what he wanted to do to the dirty Weasley child. Hermione held her tears, waiting, wanting… Crabbe and Goyle stood resolute and silent behind them, they too waited. And then, Draco spoke, and Ron's heart soared at his words.

"Get me some water Weasley, I'm fucking thirsty."

I cannot live without them

I do not live without them

Harry had fled, and now he was outside a place that he was surprised hadn't occurred to him earlier. From across the street an old woman boiled out of the house, Harry vaguely recognized her as Ms. Figg, and sighed. Would she try and stop him?

He stared in pure astonishment as she unveiled her wand yelled out "stupefy" at him. He snarled and willed the hex to spin off, as if bouncing back from an invisible shield. Her mouth opened in horror and she gasped in fear. Harry smiled and advanced only to watch her vanish as she Apparated. He cursed and then turned towards the Dursley's, but the house wasn't there. He saw the two neighboring houses, but it wasn't there. He kept looking, thinking he saw it, knowing it was there, but it wasn't…

"The old woman, she must be a secret keeper for the house, the family." Whispered the voice, time to burn.

He roared in rage and felt the power crackle around him. Pavement tore up in strips and people running around screaming, and of course the desired reaction. Running out of a place that Harry knew in his mind was there but every sense told him didn't exist came Vernon Dursley.

And Harry's smile then was more horrible than you can imagine.

They say this thing inside me

Wants to get out

All it does is scream and shout

Vernon Dusley's eyes widened in terror. Harry could feel the fear running in waves off of the man's huge neck and beady eyes. Suddenly Harry wanted nothing more than to rip those eyes to pieces…He raised a hand and-

Screamed as pain washed into his head, something was reaching for him, something- no, someone. Harry needed help, needed someone to beat what was in his mind, what was showing him what he was, needed someone to beat the stars that pain became when reality caught up to him- And then the voice was there, soothing madness given to Harry, drunk up like companionship by the loneliest man alive.

And Draco was finally gone, and Harry sighed in relief, and let the voice take control…

I'm trying not to let them out

They tell me to hurt myself

But I'm not gonna listen

"Oh god." Draco whispered. "It's- oh dear sweet god." He kept saying. "He's, oh fuck he's a monster, it's like something is in there, something that's- he's gone, Harry's gone." Draco kept whispering. Ron looked in fear at Hermione who looked back at him, both consumed with the one thing that made this even worse for them, hopelessness.

You fuck me

I'm gagged and bound

You pick me up

Voldemort was scared, when he found that there was a link between him and Harry Potter he'd been delighted, it meant he could regain his body, and if he ever died provide an escape, he and Harry were bound by blood and soul, they were closer now then many lovers could ever hope to be, he was closer to Harry than Harry's own mother would be. And he was deathly afraid…

For Harry was insane, and Voldemort wasn't sure he could control him anymore-

"You never could to begin with." Harry hissed, and his body contorted in agony, agony he shared with Voldemort. Voldemort tried to wail, but having no body inhibited this, and yet somehow he felt pain-

"You thought you could control me? I was your doom you fool, welcome to my world." And with that Voldemort felt himself being pulled to pieces-

And reassembled as he appeared on a frozen plane, a place of shadows and ice, and there he was, there, standing tall amidst the snow and frozen dead trees, was Harry Potter. The ice god himself…

"As I said Voldemort, welcome to my world." And for the first time in his long life, Voldemort felt raw terror, well up within him like poison, because now, he held no control over what was going to happen to him.

"Scared Voldemort, you should be, feel free to roam, this hell was made just for you, do enjoy." Harry said calmly, and that was probably the scariest thing he'd ever done, because there was no emotion in his voice, merely acceptance. A laughing maniac he was no longer, he was the ice of calculation with no remorse. Harry was now a monster, and turned back to reality in time to crack the ice forming on his boots.

Just in time to see Vernon Dursley running back into his house.

When I am down

I cannot live without them

I do not live without them

"I don't think so." Harry growled, and pushed his hands together before making a motion that seemed to press forward- and a fireball exploded from his hands and hit what Harry knew was there, but couldn't see.

There was a horrible scream and Harry's face didn't even flicker with satisfaction as the house sparkled into view. He strode forward, a young god of cold and apathy.

On the ground lay a moaning and squirming Vernon Dursley and Harry sighed almost in regret. But regret more of the amount of energy this took, not the loss of human life that was about to be committed. Or not… This time Harry's lips twitched and he chuckled.

"Oh Uncle Vernon, do you know what 15 years of abuse can do to a growing boy?" Harry asked quietly and all he got was a moan from the bleeding man and a terrified look. Vernon had lost control of his body at some point and he was beginning to stink. Harry's smile disappeared, death was too good for this bigoted man, and then he had an idea.

"Crucio." He said quietly, and Vernon wailed as the curse struck him and didn't let go. Harry must have stood there for a full minute before releasing the man and then he took a step back. Time to go, he could hunt the bitch down later, make her run in fear. But for Vernon-

Voldemort wailed on the ice plain as Harry dominated his mind and stole from him knowledge and power, Harry could have laughed if he felt amusement any more, he had the combined power of three wizards under his control, two of them rare spell casters that barely needed wands and one blood linked to an estate that held a life of its own.

"Be trapped Uncle, trapped in an insane body, and be aware of it." Harry said, and then he was gone, leaving only the ice that followed him everywhere, and Vernon collapsed to the ground. He raged at his muscles to obey him, but they didn't, his body was incapable of acknowledging his control, he was trapped to be a drooling horrible maniac for all the rest of his life…

Petunia awoke, and then began to scream, and the scream went on and on- hoarse and shrill, even after the medi-wizards and Obliviators arrived, she kept screaming until they placed her into gently oblivion.

Hey daddy

(waiting)

Harry sat, he was preoccupied, his brow was furrowed in concentration. He wanted to find Dudley, but had no idea where Smeltings was. Finally he went into an odd trance to find that place within him where he'd trapped Voldemort.

"How would I find a Muggle place with magic Voldemort?" Harry asked, his gaze was soft, but his eyes… Harry's eyes were always a focal point for anyone that gazed upon him, or rather was gazed upon by those pure orbs. He truly did have his mother's eyes, they were captivating and hypnotic, and now they were inquisitive, it was a scary thing to meet someone that could turn their madness off and on like a switch.

"It would be easiest to trace them using an object that is very close to them." Harry pursed his lips, what could he use?

"Hmm… I'll think on that, until next time." And Harry was gone. Voldemort sighed and sat down, attempting to warm his hands; the ice crept everywhere in this desolate place.