Hey! Here is the new chapter! Sorry it took so long; I didn't get on the computer at all yesterday which nearly drove me mad. I hope you like it and please R/R. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed. I don't own any of the characters, J.K. Rowling does.

The next morning there was chaos. At breakfast, the Slytherins food disappeared when they put it on their plates. At the Hufflepuff table, the food had been charmed to taste like something else. The pancakes tasted like steak and the toast like chicken. The salt and pepper made the food taste like vomit. At the Ravenclaw table the food started to dance and ran away from the table. The teachers were all right but unknown to them their classrooms had muggle glue on the floors. Their doors were also locked and only could be opened with the password, which they didn't know. Harry had left them all surprises inside the room too.

When breakfast had ended and everyone got to their classes they found these surprises. All the students were of course impressed and wanted to know who had done it. The teachers unable to get in the classrooms because they didn't know the password were forced to cancel morning classes. They had tried to open them with magic and Finite Incantatum but neither worked.

Presently Dumbledore was down in the dungeons with Snape. He had the door to unlock by trying different passwords; Slytherins sucks opened the door to the dungeons. Dumbledore had levitated himself over the glue and was looking for clues.

"Do you feel it Severus?" he asked looking at all the cauldrons, which were hanging magically in the air.

"Do I feel what?" Snape asked not in a very good mood.

"The magic in this room," Dumbledore closed his eyes. "It sends chills up my spine."

"Can you tell who did this?" the Potions master asked.

"Well I know only one student who could leave such a magical signature," Dumbledore said still with his eyes closed taking in the feel of the room.

"Who?" Snape demanded.

"Well I think we have a new Marauder and he's taking lessons from the best," Dumbledore couldn't help but smile.


"Potter?"

"I think he has James's diary and he's been reading very carefully. I must see Minerva about this."

**

"Whoever did this is awesome," Ron exclaimed as they sat in the common room. The teachers were busy trying to figure out who did it and were cleaning up.

"It was very advanced magic," Hermione said thoughtfully. "It had to be a 6th or 7th year."

"Who do you think did it Harry?" Ron asked.

He was about to respond when the portrait door opened and McGonagall came in. "Mr. Potter." She said as her eyes glanced around the room and she spotted him. "The Headmaster would like to see you."

"Why?" Harry asked.

"That is between you and the Headmaster," McGonagall's eyebrows raised.

"Well that's my cue," Harry got up.

"Harry did you have something to do with the jokes?" Hermione asked suspiciously.

Harry shrugged, "Maybe they need the passwords?" He walked out with McGonagall.

When he left Ron looked at Hermione and gaped at her, "Remember… in… Hogsmeade. He… got the tricks. He did it." He stammered.

"I don't believe it," Hermione crossed her arms over her chest.

"He did it… Harry got us out of classes for the morning," Ron started to laugh. "That's bloody brilliant!"

**

"Potter the Headmaster and I are worried about you," McGongall told him as they walked down the hall.

"Really?" Harry asked not interested.

"I don't like that tone Mr. Potter," McGonagall stopped and faced him. "When you get to the Headmaster's office you will drop the tone and sarcastic attitude. He has much on his mind and doesn't need you acting this way. Do I make myself clear?"

"Of course," Harry responded and they kept walking.

At the gargoyle, McGongall said the password and they went up. At the door, she knocked and they entered.

"Minerva, Mr. Potter," Dumbledore was seated at his desk and he greeted them. "Now I'm sure Harry you are enjoying your time off from class. Was this part of the plan too?"

"How did you know?"

"Who else could do that? All the classrooms were bursting with magic. And many of those things I have not seen for about 20 years," Dumbledore informed him.

"I learned from the best," said Harry.

"Now you have never shown too much interest in your father's business, why now?" Dumbledore asked him.

"Just a change of heart."

"I don't believe you," Dumbledore told him.

"I felt like causing chaos around the school?" Harry shrugged.

"Or did you suddenly realize that everyone bows down to you here and you can do whatever pleases you" someone said from the doorway.

"Ah Professor Snape and I use that term lightly did you enjoy your classroom? I thought you might enjoy what I did to it. I took special care in making it all nice for you."

"Harry," Dumbledore gave him a look, "Why don't you tell us why?"

"Why what?"

"Why everything Harry this isn't you," Dumbledore said.

"I'm surprised you don't know. On the other hand, do you not understand me as well as you thought?" Harry gave Dumbledore a look. He turned his back to him and went over to Fawkes who he patted for a moment. He seemed to be thinking. He turned back to the teachers. "Let me tell you a story about a boy. This boy ever since he was young as been a tool. Used and then sent away until he was needed again. 4 times, he was dumped off with Muggles who hated him. This boy has been in the papers so many times, insulted, turned against, made a fool of but the boy keeps on saving everyone."

Harry paced around a little bit and then turned back to Dumbledore, "He has a reputation of being a hero. Everyone worships him. However, one man doesn't, one man sees him for who he is. However, when this man is in trouble no one lets the boy save him. No one wants to endanger his life; no one listens to the boy. He goes off to save the man and after awhile they both escape. When he faces everyone else though they are angry and they say the boy needs to be disciplined. So they are saying the boy can save the world over and over but he can't save his godfather! His godfather the one man who loves him the most, who is his family. He can't save the one who cares for him the most, who doesn't hero worship him, annoys, tells lies about and loves him for who he is and not the Boy-Who-Lived. Well guess what? The boy is pissed off and he's not taking it anymore. I'm sick of all of it."

"You say I need to be disciplined, well I have been. I know the word well. You remember the Dursleys? They thought I needed to be disciplined, they beat me for 10 years, and they treated me like shit, like trash, I had no friends, no childhood, no love, and no real family. I think that is disciplined enough. I don't need lessons in the word, I have the scars to prove it." Harry paced around a little more.

"I'm sick of all of it. I'm sick of being your tool! I'm sick of being around just so I can keep facing Voldemort, I'm always saving someone but when I want to go after Sirius, you won't let me. I don't care about the world but I care about Sirius. How would you like to hear him call your name or Cedric to tell you to save him? Would you like that? I'm sick of all it all, you can go get yourself another tool to use, I'm DONE!"

And with that a few glass items in the room broke and he walked out.


"Well." Dumbledore put his hand to his forehead. He thought for a moment. McGonagall looked stunned. Snape was just standing there. There was silence in the room for awhile.

"He said something," Snape said quietly after awhile. "About hearing Black and Diggory."

Dumbledore looked up, "He was dreaming. He was dreaming about Sirius, he saw him being tortured. And then he must have seen Cedric in a dream. That's it. That's why he went."

"He saw what happened to Black?" Snape asked.

"I'm sure he only saw the times when Voldemort was there. That's how he knew Sirius was where Voldemort was."

"That's not something a 16 year old should be seeing," McGonagall put her hand to her chest in horror.

"He has seen much that no teenager should be see," Dumbledore sighed.

"So how do we help him?" asked McGongall.

There was silence once again in the room.

**

"Stupid Dumbledore, stupid Dumbledore," Harry paced his room a half an hour later. He had stormed up to Gryffindor Tower after leaving Dumbledore's office and walked right past where Ron and Hermione had been waiting for him. The dorm had been empty when he had arrived which he was glad of. He kicked his trunk in anger.


"Shit." He swore. Thankfully, though he had his shoes on. "He think she knows everything. Thinks I need to be disciplined. I hate him!"

The door opened. "Harry?"

"This is a boy's dorm Hermione," Harry told her.

"Are you okay?" she asked still in the doorway.

"Just wonderful," Harry said sarcastically.

"Talk to me Harry," she closed the door and walked over to him. He turned his back to her.

Not going to be ignored she stepped in front of him and before he could turn she stepped on his foot forcefully. He yelled, "Damn Hermione, I just hurt that foot!"

"Then promise not to turn away."

"If it makes you get off my foot I will!" Harry said loudly.

She took her foot away, "What's the matter?"

"I'm fine expect for a pain in my foot."

"No you're fine," Hermione told him. "I know you."

"I'll be fine," Harry tried to assure her.

"With my help," said Hermione forcefully.

"Maybe I just wanted some privacy?" he said.

"Open up Harry. It's not good to keep everything inside," she reached out to him. Not sure how he would react she moved slowly and wrapped an arm around his waist. "You should know that after last year."

"Look, I'm just having more difficulties with Dumbledore," Harry said more softly.

"That doesn't explain the jokes," she looked up at him her eyes pleading to him.

He took her hand in his and led her over to his bed. He sat down and patted the spot next to him for her to sit down. She sat. "Do you ever just get tired of life?" he asked.

She stared into his emerald eyes and whispered, "Not while certain people are in it."

He bit his lip; "Do you ever get tired of being smart?"

"No," she shook her head, "there is too much to learn."

"Well I'm tired of playing my role in life. I'm tired of being the hero," he said softly.

"Oh Harry," she pulled him into a hug. "Is this because of what happened while you were gone?"

He released himself from her grip. He laid back on his bed, "No. That didn't effect me too much, I thought it would but I got out safety didn't I? No one was killed. I put Sirius through a lot of pain and I will never stop dreaming about it but that is not what is bothering me." He closed his eyes.

He felt a hand through his hair. He opened his eyes to find Hermione laying next to him her hand going through his hair. He closed them again and tried to block out everything. He was tired of thinking about all this, he wished it would all just go away.