A/N Hi this is my first fic that I've ever posted. I don't really care wether or not you like it because the story is done so all of it will be put up. Also if any of the ideas you read about in here sound like your story PLEASE don't be offended, it just means that i really like your idea and wanted to put my own twist on it. Likewise if you like any of my ideas and want to use them feel free. I may even like your version more. I would really, really like feedback on this story so if you have a couple minutes Please review. Thank you for giving my story a try. I hope you like it. Padfootgurl89

Chapter 1

In a small room on number 4 Privet Drive there was a small teen lost in his own thoughts. If you didn't know he was there, you wouldn't know he existed. Even his 'family' sometimes forgot he was there. This boy was Harry Potter.
Harry was lying on his bed looking through the Daily Prophet. He was half way through the paper when he threw it down in frustration. A month ago no one would believe that Voldemort was back, and now the paper was full of supposed sightings of the Dark Lord, and stories about him.
"I'm the bloody Boy-Who-Lived again." Harry thought angrily. "If they would just make up their bloody minds about wether or not I'm a hero or a mad man and stick with that decision I'd be grateful."
By 'they', Harry meant almost the entire wizarding community. Harry got up, stretched and went to leave his room. He stopped on his way out of his room to look in a mirror. The person that stared back at him was almost unrecognizable.
Harry was severely underweight. He had never been this skinny before, not even in the eleven years before he went to Hogwarts. His hair was even more messy then usual, that's saying something, and his emerald green eyes that usually had a small sparkle in them, were almost black. They were full of only two emotions, grief and hate.
It was true that Harry had felt some grief about never knowing his parents but nothing like this. The pain that Harry had felt the night that Sirius had died had continued to escalate. Although the grief that Harry felt was nothing compared to the hatred he had.
Harry was angry at most of the wizarding world for switching their opinions of him back and forth just because they didn't want to believe what he was saying. He was mad at Dumbledore for not telling him about the prophecy sooner. He was mad at his friends who kept telling him that they knew how he was feeling. He was mad at himself for leading his friends into danger and leading Sirius to his death. But most of Harrys' hatred was aimed at four people; Voldemort, Peter Pettigrew, Bellatrix Lestrange and the Minister of Magic Cornelious Fudge.
The only thing that was the same was the lightning bolt scar on Harrys' forehead. Harry glared at his scar for a minute before returning to his bed. He had changed his mind about leaving his room because he wanted to just be by himself. He had been by himself for the last two weeks. Ever since he had arrived at the Dursleys'.
Harry was looking over his O.W.L results once again. He had received O's in Potions, Transfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms, Care of Magical Creatures and Herbology. He had managed an A in History of Magic and P's in Divination and Astronomy. Harry had finally decided to take Transfiguration, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts (Not that he needed it.), Care of Magical Creatures and Potions. Harry was mentally kicking himself for wanting to be an Auror.
"Like Snape's going to pass me." Harry thought dully. He was yanked out of his thoughts as bellowing floated up the stairs.
"Boy! Get down here now!" Uncle Vernon yelled.
"What's the point?" Harry thought. Ever since Sirius had died the Slytherin part of Harry had taken over, but not without a fight from the Gryffindor part. Five minutes later Harry was disturbed again.
"BOY! Get Down Here!" Uncle Vernon was starting to get louder.
"He'll have to make me." Harry decided.
"BOY! GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW AND TALK TO YOUR BLOODY FRIEND!" Uncle Vernons' voice had gotten so loud it almost shook the house.
"Fine." The Gryffindor part of Harry had won.
When Harry made his way into the kitchen fifteen minutes later, he had taken as much time as he wanted, Harry saw Remus Lupin sitting at the table. Harry glared at Lupin even though he knew that Lupin was probably the only person who felt as bad as he did. Lupin cringed when he saw Harry.
"Do you want to take a walk?" Lupin asked. Harry just headed for the door.
The full effect of how bad Harry looked hit when they walked outside. Lupin had expected Harry to take the death of Sirius bad, but he hadn't expected him to be this bad. Lupin waited for Harry to start the conversation for ten minutes before he said.
"Are you alright Harry?"
"I'm fine." Harry said.
"No you're not, don't lie." Lupin replied.
"If you knew the answer then why did you ask the question." Harry responded coldly. The Slytherin side was winning again.
"I asked because we're worried about you." Lupin said ignoring the coldness in Harrys' voice. "Your friends, myself and everyone in the Order."
"Haven't you been getting my notes?" Harry asked in a would be polite voice.
"Yes, but when they say the same thing day after day people start to get worried. Plus you haven't been responding to your friends letters." Lupin said starting to get annoyed.
"Maybe I don't want to talk to them." Harry answered.
Lupin grabbed Harry by the arm and looked him straight in the eye. This wasn't the Harry he knew. He was taken aback by how much anger and grief were etched into his eyes. Harry struggled to get out of Lupins' grip to no avail.
"Sirius' death did not only effect you." Lupin said tears starting. Sirius was still a hard topic to talk about. Harrys' eyes hardened at the mention of his godfather, but his grief was to deep to even allow tears.
"The one thing that his death taught me was that I'm unsafe to be around. Anyone who is close to me dies. Now I want you and everyone else to stay as far away from me as possible." Harry said his voice full of grief.
"Harry I came to take you back to Headquarters." Lupin said ignoring Harrys' last comment.
"I'm never going back there again." Harry said as he got loose. "Don't follow me. Tell everyone to stay away from me." Harry said the words normally even though they needed to be yelled.
Harry left Lupin standing on the sidewalk by himself. He ran back to his room and collapsed on his bed. He was so angry that he didn't notice the objects flying around his room and crashing into the wall.