A/N Thanks all reviewers please keep up the Animagus suggestions. Thank you Esperanza for being my wonderful Beta. I have aligned this chap left, rather than centre, what do you think?

Shea() = I think Harry's secret is different to what you think, they are getting mad at him coz the way he is acting is out of line, but that is due purely to the potion, so no that is not his fault, and they don't know that.

Amy Potter 13 = Thank you, you'll see in this chapter, enjoy.

Lil Lupin = Thanks I'm glad you like the story; it's always reassuring to know! I like the Animagus idea but it's I bit overdone, but I will keep it in mind.

Ms. Issues() = wow *grins stupidly* a long review! Take notes other reviewers! You are so right it is like a puzzle! Unfortunately this potion means Harry is always up to something, the potion is really clever it 'covers its tracks' so basically Harry will forget things! That comes up in this chapter. Haha I seem to have everyone thinking that he has cut his back. well…you will see.

Ish-bob = I can honestly say never have I received or even seen a review quite like your one! Totally crazy, v funny though! Oh and I lurve Jolly Ranchers too! More crazy reviews pls!

FlyingGoat = Aisy Helmet was my pathetic idea of a joke, coz Sirius was not Muggle born he didn't understand, glad u liked the chap, hope you like this one too.

Starwitch = Thanks, those two Animagus forms are v popular, so I was hoping to go for something more original, I've also had an idea brewing for a little while about the other thing you said, but again is a tad overdone.

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended

When The Worst Is Coming

Chapter six

Dark and Delusional

"My what?" Harry asked confused.

"Your back look at it-," a shocked Sirius led Harry into the bathroom and slipped Harry's glasses on. Harry looked in the mirror at his back, and gasped.

On his back was a huge green dragon its tail curled around his arm, with the dark mark hovering above the dragon, the whole thing was moving in a swirl of colour, it must be magical. It was the type of tattoo you would have expected a death eater to have, not 'The Boy That Lived'. The dragon although beautifully drawn looked very evil and deadly.

"When did you get it done Harry?" Remus finally broke the silence.

"I, erm didn't," Harry said not very articulately.

"What do you mean, the dark mark and a giant dragon have been brandished onto your skin, using a large Wizarding needle, and you claim you did not have it done. What, did it just jump onto your back?" Sirius said hotly.

Harry could tell this did not look to good "listen guys, you trust me right?"

"Of course" They both replied.

"Then trust me when I say I have never seen this in my life before, I wish you would believe me, and may I remind you that the same dark mark in this tattoo is the same one which was hovering over Mum and Dad's house when I was one. They are dead because of what it stands for, why would I want it on any part of me?" Harry stated.

"Okay, so we know that you didn't put it there, so who did? Have you had any contact with anyone you don't know?"

"Well, I don't think- wait, maybe it happened that night I could not remember anything about-" Harry was cut off.

"I'm sorry, night you couldn't remember? Why didn't you tell someone about it– tell us about it?" Sirius exclaimed concerned.

"There was no need to worry you needlessly, it wasn't important" Harry retorted.

"Everything is important, Harry can't you see that?" Sirius said more calmly.

"Yes but I don't want every thing to be important, I want everything to be normal" Harry was frustrated.

"This conversation is going to go around in circles, whatever it was that did that to you is gone now and since it seems to have left no lasting effect on you I feel it is safe to assume that it was just simply a Wizarding tattoo." Remus said pausing. "And if tattoos are as painful as people say they are, then I feel your forgiving mind may have just erased it, lets just leave it at that. But we must all be on our guard from now on."

Harry nodded trying hard to convince himself like (thankfully) the others, that someone put it on him and his mind edited it out, but a dark knowing part of his brain said You know it's the dark taking you.  "Shut up" Harry said loudly.

"Excuse me," Sirius said.

"Oh no, sorry I wasn't talking to you," Harry muttered.

"Then who were you talking to?" Sirius asked.

"Myself," He said in a far away voice.

"Are you okay Harry?" Sirius said worried.

"Huh? Oh, yeah great," Harry said seeing the expression on his godfathers face.

"Look, do you want to give going out tonight a miss? You look a little tired." Remus asked receiving a nod off Sirius.

"Oh right, good idea," Harry said distractedly.

Harry went into his room and closed the door. He touched his back and flinched, 'damn, I need a drink.' He wouldn't even consider drinking the stuff the air hostess gave him, might be a good gift to give to Sirius…

Harry reached in his bag and found the last Butterbeer, 'What would I do with out you?' He asked himself and happily drank it.

That night Harry could not sleep, he felt like he had a blender in his stomach. Eventually though he fell into a restless sleep…

*******

"I hope you all took note, this is what will happen to you if you fail me," Voldemort said kicking the body on the floor in front of him. The body was of a male death eater; his face was covered in so much blood that it was unrecognisable. If his robes also had blood on them, the black colour of his robes did not allow any distinction.

The whole of the dark chamber went completely silent for a few minutes, before Voldemort finally spoke again. "Shadow, please step forwards; tell me of the news on the boy."

"Master," She bowed deeply to him, "The boy took the last instalment of the potion tonight, he is more than ready to fall."

"Indeed, and the rest shall fall without their precious Potter. But tell me has he shown any of the side effects yet?" Voldemort spat the name.

"Yes, the boy is strong I will not lie, yet he already has started to stray from the light. He is fighting the dark, yet it is consuming him, and the dark inside of him will cover its own tracks."

"How Shadow, do you propose the boy will take dark action, no doubt there is nothing dark within a ten mile radius knowing that incompetent fool Dumbledore." Voldemort hissed.

"I have thought of that sir, and I will watch over him, and give him countless opportunities, and when he is ready he will be brought before you."

"Good, but that will not be for sometime, will it not?" Voldemort asked.

"No, although the dark may take him fast that does not mean he will not get better. But one of the wonderful things about my potion is that once better, a single drop of the potion, could make him worse than he was before hand, a wonderful potion really." She sounded almost tearful talking about her potion.

"Yes, that is good and I will wait. After all, I have waited fourteen years for my revenge; I can wait a little while longer to destroy the boy. I hear the potion might even make him destroy himself… that would be fun." Voldemort cackled slightly. "Now shadow fly, you must watch over the boy." Shadow, bowed once more to the dark lord. "Oh, and Shadow, make sure the boy gets the book. If you fail, you will wish you were dead by the time I finish with you," Voldemort sneered.  Shadow swallowed and nodded then transformed into a black raven and flew out.

*****

Harry sat up in bed and tried to make sense of his dream, what did it mean? His scar was burning.

Then all of a sudden, Sirius ran into his room, "Are you okay Harry?"

"Erm yeah, sorry did I shout?"

"Yes, but don't apologise it doesn't matter, as long as you are alright."

"I'm good." Harry said a contradiction in terms.

"Well," he said walking into the room "Do you wanna tell your old Godfather what it was all about? Was it another nightmare?"

Harry stomach lurched as he tried to explain the dream. All that came out of his mouth was, "No, please leave."

Sirius looked momentarily stunned, "Harry, if you need to talk-"

"Just go."

'What right did he have to come in here and demand what it was all about?' the thought drifted into his mind from an unknown source.

"But-" Sirius started

"LEAVE!" Harry cut him off, losing his temper.

Sirius then obeyed but shot a hurt look back over his shoulder as he closed the door. Harry tried to shout for him to come back, but when he tried all that came out of his mouth was a strangled cry.

Why oh why did he have to act like that? He was getting on really well with Sirius and now, he had pushed the only person who really understood him, who he felt he could talk to, what was left now? Would every person who tried to become close to Harry just get pushed away?

'And why shouldn't I push them away? I only get them killed anyway' another odd thought came into his mind, he knew once they started they would get worse, maybe they would never leave? These worried ran through Harry's troubled mind for hours.

This frustration did not leave Harry instead it grew. Then an odd sensation grew inside of Harry, he got up and performed a silencing charm on the room, then proceeded to trash the room. He got all the clothes out of his chest of draws then pushed it over.

Then Harry collapsed on the floor exhausted.

Once Harry was lying on the floor asleep the black raven then flew from its watching place at the window, where it had been failed to notice.

******

"Aww," Harry awoke to a pounding headache and something poking him in the side.

"Harry, wake up."

He opened his eyes to a horrible sight; the clothes were all over the room. The chest of draws was lying on its side and there was a large hole in the wall, to say it looked like a bomb had hit it would be an understatement.

Then perhaps most terrifying of all, Sirius sat there looking at Harry with a mixture of hurt and concern written across his face.

Suddenly all that happened last night hit him, his dream and his attitude towards his Godfather.

"Oh, Sirius I am so sorry, I was really out of line, I cannot believe how I acted towards you last night." To reinforce how sorry he was Harry waved his wand at the wall and sorry was painted all over it.

Sirius looked relived, "Its okay. The state of your room tells me you needed to be alone, not that you were angry at me."

"Yeah," Harry looked around his room "I think I owe you a couple of explanations."

"Yes, if you don't mind, why don't we go downstairs and you can tell me and Remus over breakfast."

Harry nodded and followed Sirius out of the room.

Once in the kitchen Harry explained that he got frustrated about his dream, all he told them about the dream was what he could remember, that the dark lord was going to try and get Harry using a death eater called Shadow, who neither of them knew. He said that he trashed his room because of his frustration towards the dream.

Sirius and Remus went way over board about the dream, saying how Harry was in great danger, but Harry took great joy in reminding them that he had always been 'in great danger'. He secretly thought he probably would be until the end of his miserable life, 'which lets face it will be soon' said an odd voice in the back of his head.

 "Stop it, you are driving me insane," Harry said angrily to the voice.

"Harry," Sirius shook him. "I hate to repeat myself, but who are you talking to?"

"Erm…myself," Harry said also repeating himself.

"Oh, so you are driving yourself insane?" Sirius probed.

"Just let it drop okay," Harry snapped.

Sirius didn't want a repeat of last night so he let it drop, as did Remus who had been informed of last night by Sirius, he also felt that Harry was behaving very oddly.

Remus then asked Harry and Sirius if they were going to get ready for their date soon. The rest of the day went quickly, Harry actually started to look forwards to meeting Simone, having someone his age to talk to. But when they knocked at the door, his stomach churned painfully.

He walked into the Dining room and gripped onto the side table, as he did so he felt a lever underneath the face of the table, he pulled it and he heard a click 'A secret draw' he thought.

Then he slid the draw out and gasped, sitting inside it was a gleaming dagger; Simone would never know what hit her…

A/N a bit longer than usual, hope you liked it, also before you all start asking the tattoo will probably go eventually, it can stay if you want it to though, oh and don't forget to review and put your Animagus suggestions in with it. I feel it is nice for the people who read it to have an input.