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Author's Notes: Hey, yea I know I left all of my readers at a bad spot, -punishes self-, well, okay. I hope you really like this chapter, it's going to be an exciting one. Please enjoy. I have nothing more to say. Not having a great day -bleh- really deathly bored, makes one do crazy things.
Losing Grip:
Harry moved forward as his body seemed to know exactly what he needed to do. Dark thoughts rang through Harry's head and he tried to block them out, but some were inviting. But he had the feeling they were not his own. And before he knew it he was stopped outside the huge gargoyle statue.
'OPEN IT!' A voice hissed through his head.
Harry frowned. That was definitely not his thought. He knew it.
'Did I ask for your opinion. OPEN IT, NOW! Think of what he's done to you! He lied to you! He's the reason Sirius is dead!'
Harry felt a sharp pain explode through him. "No, it wasn't his fault." Harry cringed as a boiling hot sensation filled his body from anger and confusion.
'You don't understand! He did! He said so himself! Remember? He kept him shut away in that awful house. How he hated it!'
Harry felt a surge of blinding anger rise in him. It WAS his fault. If he'd only . . . But no! "I can't . . ." Immense pain filled his entire body and he collapsed to the floor, breathing heavily. He could hear voices surround his head and images began to flash in front of his vision. Sirius as a dog. Sirius trying to cheer him up. Sirius's face in the fireplace. Sirius falling . . . The graceful arc his body sank backwards into as he fell. The mingled fear and surprise on the wasted, once-handsome face of his godfather. Harry saw all of it as if in a terrifying movie.
"NO DAMMIT! STOP IT!" Harry screamed loudly. He slammed his fist on the ground and felt hot tears sting his eyes. 'I didn't ask. Now, do it!' A strong force engulfed his body and mind. Harry couldn't find his reason anymore and the dark voice poisoned his mind. His body jolted up from the floor and he stood in front of the gargoyle again. An evil laugh filled him and he grinned.
"Password."
'Lemon-flavored Lollipops.' The gargoyle slowly disappeared to reveal stairs. A smile spread over Harry's lips and he ran up the stairs and entered the dark room. 'What?! He's not here!' Harry let a hiss escape his lips and he lashed out at Dumbledore's desk, knocking thousands of things off the desk. Pictures all around him began to rise with sleepy yawns at all the commotion.
"Hey, wha-?!" Before the first painting could speak a word, Harry ripped the knife across the whole row of paintings, sending their owners screaming away.
The door suddenly opened behind and light filled the black room, "Harry!" Harry spun around and found himself face to face with Dumbledore. Harry grinned, but before he could even move Dumblefore raised his wand, "Stupefy!" Harry flew backwards and hit the wall, falling to the ground with a groan and the knife skittering off to the side. He felt his eyes begin to shut and his head clearing as a hand reached out for him.
"Harry, come on. Here, stand up." Dumbledore took Harry's hand and helped him up. Harry's head hurt and he moaned, feeling sickness wash through him.
Harry looked around and blinked rapidly, "What happened . . . ?"
Dumbledore sighed heavily and fell into his chair, sliding his wand away. "Harry . . . I don't know what's really going on, but it's what happened last year. It's happening again because you did not master the Occlumency and it's getting worse. I thought it might stop, but it hasn't."
Harry felt guilt rise in him as he looked around. The office was trashed. What had he done? Why couldn't he remember anything? Before he could at least remember.
"I'm sorry," Harry whispered, feeling even worse by the minute. He felt like plunging over a cliff onto jagged rocks.
"You have nothing to be sorry about, but we need to get that Occlumency mastered." Dumbledore looked away and Harry saw that Fawkes was missing.
"Fawkes?" Harry said, his attention wavering.
"Ah, yes. Fawkes is out doing something special for me at the moment, but please don't change the subject." Dumbledore frowned and folded his thin hands underneath his chin, resting his head on them, "Well, Snape was not working out with you so I shall try . . ." Dumbledore quickly stood up, "How do you feel if I let Sara help you?"
Harry could feel his face almost turn beat red. He would feel great. Anything is better than Snape. And Sara . . . she amazed Harry. She was beautiful and smart and . . . she reminded him of someone that he still could not place his finger on. "That would be fine." Harry mumbled out.
Dumbledore seemed to be thinking about it deeply, "I would do it myself, but I'm terribly busy. I just don't want this to be a mistake. Harry, you have to promise me that you'll try your hardest."
Harry nodded, "I . . . I promise."
Dumbledore nodded and looked weary, his eyes seemed so tired. "Well, I'll escort you back to your dormitory.
Author's Note: Wow, this is my shortest chapter…I'm sorry, I had a writer's block. Don't kill me, and I was camping haha. Oh yea, school is coming up soon, so my updates won't be a frequent (but hopefully they will still) but yea, I have two honors classes and it's hell being in high school. So, well, hope you enjoyed the chapter . Oh yea, I think next chapter is on quidditch .