Author's Note: Hem hem, okie, I've been putting this off, so here it is. Promised some people I'd write another chapter dammit. Promises….I hate you! Hehe Getting around one in the morning here, bored out of my freakin' mind though. People are talking stupid shit so its boring. Where are all the interesting people. JK. Well, whatever. Here you go my readers who are really awesome because you're reading my stuff. I should give you all a reward. hands you shiny gold cup TA-DA!

The Disappointing Match:

Harry watched Ron as he ate his breakfast. Ron seemed so nervous about the game which he really shouldn't be. It wasn't as if they were playing against Slytherin today. Hermione could tell Ron was jittery too. The way his spoon kept shaking couldn't be a sign that he was happy about the game.

"Ron, you'll be fine." Hermione said, trying to sound cheerful.

Harry stared down at his toast and orange juice. He hadn't told his friends about what happened the night before. Didn't want too. They might look at him differently like some of the teachers. Harry knew that the teachers knew that Voldemort could control him and some of them seemed to be avoiding talking with him as much as possible. They all seemed scared of him and it was making Harry feel even worse about himself. Harry sighed and dropped his half-eaten toast to notice Hermione staring at him.

"Are you alright Harry?" She asked sweetly.

"Er . . . Yea." Harry lied pathetically. Hermine eyed him suspiciously, but turned back to cheering Ron up.

Harry peered around the hall and saw Cho standing at her table, her friends giggling over some silly joke she made. Gryffindor and Ravenclaw were going against each other today and Harry had every intention of smashing their faces in the mud, or just Cho's. He smiled and finished his toast.

Ron was seeming a tad more cheerful and he turned to Harry, "You think you're going to be able to win with Cho on their team still?"

Harry wanted to laugh, but he restrained himself, "Yea, perfectly fine."

Ron frowned, "Alright."

Harry watched Angelina yell through the crisp noon air the team's game plan. Ron sat nervously on the edge of the bench and Angelina turned to him.

"Ron! Don't worry about it. You'll be fine if you believe you can do it. We're not even facing Slytherin. Oh yes, for all of the new faces on the team this year. Make us proud!" Angelina spun on her heel and headed out toward the field.

Harry scanned all of the new faces. There were quite a few actually. Ginny was now one of the new beaters and she was very proud of her spot. The other new beater was a third year by the name of John Thorn. He was a lively boy with too much energy, beating happened to be a great way of expressing his excitement. The two new chasers weretwins in their second year by the names of Lin and Phen. Lin and Phen were amazing tricksters, probably trying to take after George and Fred like so many others in the school now. The team wasn't the same though without Fred and George. Harry wondered if anyone else felt it too, but he supposed the new twins were helping a little to fill the silence.

"Harry!" Ginny screamed.

Harry jumped, "Huh . . . What?!"

Ginny tapped her foot impatiently, "It's time to head out. Come on." Harry noticed of late that Ginny seemed to be worrying the most about him. She seemed more mature too. It was kind of annoying in a way to have her constantly watching him to see if he was spacing out.

Harry stood up and grabbed his broom, the one thing that he would always hold dear. The gift Sirius gave to him. He gripped it tightly and walked onto the field next to Ron. Hermione, Luna, Neville, and Hagrid could be seen from miles away. Hagrid being his huge self and Luna in another giant, roaring lion's hat. Hermione waved down at Harry and Neville seemed to be sneezing loads.

Madam Hooch began to walk out into the center of the field. Angelina held her head high and went out to meet the Ravenclaw's new captain, Bert Raven. Bert smirked at Angelina as she stalked out and they met hands readily for combat.

Soon Harry was up in the air, the crowd cheering and Lee Jordan commenting louder than ever. Lee was in his last year at Hogwarts and was bringing hell to it in place of George and Fred too. It was quite warming really.

Harry zoomed high above the field and other players, searching frantically for the snitch. Ron was playing keeper well and had already caught two quaffles. Nothing too exciting was happening. Though Harry saw that Cho kept looking over at him, but Harry refused to even eye her.

Suddenly, Harry felt a sharp chill fill the warm sunny air. He completely stopped his broom in the air. "What was that?" Harry whispered. Shivers skittered across his skin and he drew out a long breath that seemed to freeze in the air. And Harry instantly knew what was coming.

Lee's voice rang through the air, "PHEN HAS THE QUAFFLE AN-!! WHAT'S THAT?!" Harry dived down sharply toward the ground and heard screams rip through the air. That's when he saw hundreds of black, tall cloaked figures loom onto the field. He knew it and Harry instantly saw Dumbledore looking straight at him. Students ran to the highest points of the stands and shoved their way to it. Flyers in the air instantly shot into the air and rose in the sky as the Dementors stormed the field. Harry on the other hand winced and felt a hand grab his arm.

Ron pulled him upwards, "C'mon Harry!"

Harry tugged downward, resisting Ron's pull, "I have to help!"

"No Harry!" Ron snapped.

Harry glared up at Ron from his broom, Ron's hand locked around Harry's arm tightly, "Then I guess you're just going to have to come with me!" Harry yanked down hard and raced toward the ground, dragging Ron behind him. "HARRY!!!" Ron yelled the whole way down.

Dumbledore suddenly appeared in front of Harry as he reached the ground, "Harry, leave! They're after you."

Harry frowned for he didn't care. If they were here for him then he was going to help. Ron's arm tightened suddenly, "HARRY! Listen to Dumbledore! Come on!"

Harry spun around and faced Ron,. "No! I'll do what I bloody want!" He snapped at Ron as Dumbledore disappeared in front of them, the teachers swarming down upon the Dementors.

Ron grew angry, "Yea well I'm sick of your attitude!" With all his strength he flung Harry over to the stands where Hermione grabbed Harry in a tight embrace. Harry tried to escape, but Neville and Luna grabbed hold of his arms too. Ron stomped in front of Harry and Harry glared at him.

"WHAT?!" Harry spat.

Ron frowned, "You're not going to be playing hero. Dumbledore wants us to keep you away from them. They can handle them without you!"

Before Harry could protest his mouth dropped open, "Ron, watch out!" Ron turned but was too late, a cold hand grabbed his arm and continued to drag him away.

Hermione's arms let go as she shrieked and Harry whipped his wand from his pocket. Happy thoughts. Harry scanned his brain, but he couldn't find anything. As the Dementor slowly yanked Ron away Harry panicked. Happy dammit! he hissed at his brain. "Sirius!" Harry said loudly and then grinned, "EXPECTO PATRONUM!" Three other voices rang out behind Harry. Three huge patronus's exploded through the air and the Dementor let out a shriek of terror, disappearing and dropping Ron. Harry watched as Hermione and Neville smiled with their wands held high in their hands. Smiling too, Harry saw the other patronus maker behind them. "Sara?!" Harry said excitedly.

Sara grinned and hopped down from the stands, "Thought I would let you do it yourself, aye Harry?"

Harry shook his head and Sara ran over to Ron who looked very white. "You alright?" Ron nodded and Sara reached into her pockets and pulled out a slab of chocolate, "Eat up!"

Ron starred at her blankly, "Ya wouldn't happen to be Lupin in disguise, would ya?"

Sara smiled and then walked past Ron, her face appearing dead serious. Her wand flew in all directions at the Dementors and Harry's mouth dropped open as the Dementors flew away with screeches.

Dumbledore appeared at Sara's side with Snape, McGonagall, and Flitwick. Five patronus's soared through the sky at the remaining Dementors left on the field. And a dark silence filled the Quidditch field.

Dumbledore spun sharply on his heel and faced Harry, "I need you to come with me Harry." He faced the teachers, "Get the children to their dorms and let no one out. We have to secure the area." He flicked his robes and grabbed Harry's arm, pulling him off the field. His friends stared after him with worried eyes. Harry knew Dumbledore was angry; he could see it in his eyes. But instead of taking Harry to the office he stopped right inside the Gryffindor's locker room.

Dumbledore dropped Harry's arm and his eyes turned away from him, "Harry, you're being very unwise and I know you know that. May I ask why you wish to throw yourself into danger?"

Harry frowned, "I am not!"

"Yes you are." Dumbledore pocketed his wand which he had kept out, "I need you to be careful and you chose to try and stop Dementors. Is that not unwise?"

Harry's face contorted with anger, "They were after me. I should at least help. I can handle them!"

Dumbledore's eyebrows raised, "Just because you can create a patronus does not mean you can handle them."

Harry remained silent. Speaking would not get him anywhere and he knew it. As a matter of fact he was entirely sick of even talking to Dumbledore and listening to his calm voice all of the time.

Dumbledore sighed, "Quidditch is going to have to be canceled." Harry's eyes flew open, but Dumbledore continued, "I cannot risk this happening again. Quidditch is too easy to exploit and especially if you refuse to listen. You may leave."

Harry felt more angry than he could imagine. With a dirty glare at Dumbledore Harry stomped off and ran through the hallways of the school to the Fat Lady's portrait.

Harry sat up in his bed as the night grew darker. Pain overwhelmed him inside. Everything was slowly disappearing in his life and now Quidditch. And he knew that if anyone else knew it was partially his fault that Quidditch was canceled, he would have nothing left. Everyone would hate him. Everyone probably should hate him. He was destroying everyone's life here. He didn't deserve his friends who were so kind and he didn't deserve being anyone's idol. He hated it all.

He wanted to die. Just fall away into nothingness. For he was nothing. No one should even have to know who he is. This was his lowest point in life and he felt it.

Harry stared blankly at the knife in his hand again. He knew he shouldn't do it, but the thin scar from the last cut seemed to egg him on. It had felt so good. Nothing seemed to matter when he did it. It was like a sedative drug. A powerful and wonderful drug to be rid of everything for a few moments. And so he did it. He ripped the knife across his skin, blood splattering out. He did it again and again until his wrist was severely slashed, but what amazed him was that it didn't hurt. So he figured that he could handle any pain now. Nothing could hurt him now. He might as well be dead, but he knew that he couldn't die and leave his friends here. It was the thing that was keeping him alive. His friends.

Harry watched the blood splash over his arm and drop to his bed, soaking into the white sheets. A dark puddle of crimson blood formed and Harry felt dizzy. His eyes filmed over and he swallowed. Harry quickly wrapped the sheet around his arm and pressed on his arm until the blood stopped flowing. Dropping the sheet he stared at the giant blood stain and he raised his wand, "Dispendid." The blood slowly began to disappear until it was gone. Nothing remained on the sheet and Harry laughed to himself. This was so easy. Harry fell back on his pillows and let his eyelids slide shut.

Author's Note: Yep, it's finished. It isn't really what I planned for the chapter, but I had to hurry up and write it. So it's really rushed. I'm sorry. It's sloppy. AH! Oh well, you can hit me if you want for my crappy writing. It's like 3 in the morning and I'm dead tired. So, good night.