Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters and they don't own me so therefore neither one of is liable! A/N: I'm still not quite sure I'm happy with this chapter. It's uber-short but it's kind of a lead in to what's to come. Everyone knows Harry Potter! He was the boy who lived! He's more famous in the wizarding world than anyone else. And why was that?

"It's because of this stupid scar!" Harry growled hitting his hand hard against his forehead. "Why the hell can't I just be some regular wizard that no one cares about? Is that too much to ask?"

The echoes were his only answer. Brushing off a spider Harry was reminded of his life in the Dursley's closet. What he wouldn't give to be there right now. Taking a look around his cell he didn't see much. At least he had a decent blanket under the stairs at the Dursleys. Harry glanced up as he heard footsteps entering the room.

"So are you ready to finish what we've started?" the voice hissed.

"What do you think? Do you expect me to give up?" Harry responded.

"Ah, but what do you have to fight for anymore? ...Answer that Harry Potter."

"I..I.." Harry began.

"That's right, all your friends have abandoned you. Your headmaster has deserted you. And your very own-"

"I told you to shove it didn't I? What does it take to get some peace and quiet around here."

The voice snorted in disgust. "What do you think you're royalty? Perhaps a month isn't enough to actually look around where you are. You don't really seem to be in the place of making demands."

It was Harry's turn to sigh. 'How could he have gotten so carried away as to have gotten here? How the hell could he have ended up here?' But it was a stupid question and Harry knew it. He knew what happened after the Triwizard Tournament. He just couldn't bring himself to accept it. A pop interuppted Harry's thoughts once again. "I thought I told you to bugger off! Oh! Dobby?"

He let out a frightened squeak. "So it is you Harry Potter?"

Glancing around Harry could still see that the door was open a crack. "Yea, Dobby it's me, but listen, you have to get me out of here." he whispered urgently.

Dobby shook his finger accusingly at Harry and exclaimed sadly, "Harry Potter killed his weazy. Dobby will not help Harry Potter," he said sternly. "Dobby thought you were his friend. And Mr. Weazy's friend too. But you tricksisied him like you tricksisied me. No one is going to help Mr. Harry Potter anymore. He is a disgrace." Then with a look of contempt Dobby disappeared with a pop.

Now Harry was more upset then ever. 'Why won't anyway help him anymore? How could Dobby have found out? How could everyone know? And even if they did don't they know who he is? Dammit, back to that scar of his. Harry gasped. That was it! How didn't he have realized it before? It was his scar that had gotten him into this mess. Memories were flooding back to him now and Harry remembered his happy times spent at Hogwarts. Back when Hermione was still around and Ron and him were still close. God how could he have been so stupid. Harry had pushed everyone he loved away from him and now. Now it was finally starting to catch up to him.

He had done just what Gilderoy Lockhart had warned him against. 'Damn even that git was right.'

Harry could never stand being wrong. In fact that was the real thing that had got him into this mess. The visit from Dobby had only confirmed that and it made him that much more upset.

'Shit what if Dobby really was serious? Yet how could he not be.' Harry realized how alone he was right then. 'And it's all my damn fault! If I hadn't... No,' he thought determinedly. 'I won't think about that. It's behind me now. It didnt' happen... it didn't..."

Collapsing unto his tiny cot Harry lay there counting the number of spiders on the ceiling until he was able to drift into an unsettled sleep.