Disclaimer: I own Harry Potter! holds up complete collection of books but sadly the rights are not mine --. sigh At least I have Rei and the plot.

Plot: The story starts in the summer before Harry's sixth year. After his godfathers death Harry sunk into a depressed state and became a cutter.

Warnings: This fic is rated PG-13 for Violence, Language, and Love. Its not that bad but I might change the rating later.

Pairings: I'm not telling it wouldn't be as fun if I did. (that means she doesn't know)

Author(s): That would be me (Ashe in background: I edited!!!) OK!!! Ashe helped a little.

Chapter 1

Visions of Red

Harry Potter sat on his bed in his small bedroom in the Dursley's house. The now sixteen year old listened to the silence that filled the house. He glanced over at the digital clock on his dresser. The glowing numbers told him it was 12:05am. The Dursley's would be deep in there dreams and out of his hair until dawn, that was enough time for what he needed.

Harry reached over and flicked on a small lamp next to his bed. He slid his right hand under his pillow and removed a 7'' blade and a small washcloth. Since the death of Sirius this blade had been his friend. As he rolled up his left pajama sleeve Harry allowed his thoughts to drift back to that horrible moment.
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Harry saw Sirius duck Bellatrix's jet of red light: He was laughing at her. "Come on, you can do better than that!" he yelled, his voice echoing around the cavernous room.
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His arm was pale and covered with scars from other nights. He had made his first cut low on his arm but he started to do it higher when the Dursleys questioned him.
Harry located a small patch of skin on his thin arm without a scar.
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The second jet hit him squarely on the chest.
The laughter had not quite died from his face, but his eyes widened in shock.
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He folded the towel up and put it under his arm. The towel had been spelled to absorb and erase strains. He had taken the towel and the blade from Hogwarts, at the time he didn't know why.
But now he was glad he had. If he bloodied the Dursley's towels they would ask about the blood. This way was so much better.
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It seemed to take Sirius an age to fall. His body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backward through the ragged veil hanging from the arc....

And Harry saw the look of mingled fear and surprise on his godfather's wasted, once-handsome face as he fell through the ancient doorway and disappeared behind the veil, which fluttered for a moment as though in a high wind then fell back into place.
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Harry pressed the blade to his skin, he winced slightly as the first blood started to slide from under his skin. At first it had hurt but now he hardly felt the pain. Now he only felt the release. The sensation of all his pain bleeding from his skin helped him keep sane. He was in heaven with his visions of red.

There was only two weeks of summer break left, two weeks for new scars. When he went back to school people would see the lightning shape scar that Voldemort had given him. Not the scars he etched on his arms. Nor the scars on his heart.

By now the blood was quickly starting to flow in a red river on his skin. He took the bloodied dagger and wiped it upon the towel. The blood vanished instantly. He left the cut open and waited until a fair amount of blood had spilled from his arms. When several minuets had passed he wiped the towel a crossed his cut and applied pressure.

When the blood no longer flowed he placed the towel and dagger back in their spots beneath his pillow. He had done this so many times it was almost a habit. He no longer was aware of himself after the cutting. Harry wouldn't let himself dwell on the past at any other time before or after the cutting.

He laid his head upon his pillow and reached over to turn off the light. Before he could lay his hand on the small lamp it erupted in to a blaze before turning to ash. The area around where it had once sat was unscathed. Harry noticed none of this as he was deep in dreams.
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Preview: Dumbledore turned to the doors of the great hall and the dark figures that stood there. "I have the great honor of introducing your new teachers Miss Rei and Sakura Moon your new Defense against the Dark Arts teachers"

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. I hope you review, its the only way I know if anyone liked it.