Mrs. Weasley was waiting for them. As soon as they entered the house, Harry was enveloped in a bone-crushing hug.

"Uh, Mrs. Weasley, I can't breathe," he choked out.

Mrs. Weasley mumbled an apology as she detached herself from him. Harry spotted Ron, Hermione and Ginny waiting behind her. Harry braced himself, waiting for the usual tackle from Hermione. However, what he got he wasn't expecting. Hermione raised her hand and slapped him. He put his hand to his cheek and rubbed the spot where he was smacked.

"What was that for?" he shouted. Unfortunately, that woke up Mrs. Black's portrait.

"YOU FILTHY MUDBLOOD LOVERS -"

However, Hermione shouted louder. "That was for starting with your cousin, getting arrested, and worrying us all summer long!" she shouted. Harry glared at her but Mrs. Black's screaming was getting to him. He walked up to the crazy old portrait.

"SHUT UP, YOU CRAZY HAG!" he bellowed at the portrait.

"You're that filthy half blood, Potter kid," she said. "You get out of my house."

"Unfortunately for you, you're dead so the bloody house doesn't belong to you. SO SHUT UP!" he said and started to walk away.

"Well, it doesn't belong to my dear son either. He got himself killed. I'll have to thank Bellatrix for that," she sneered behind him.

Harry paused and turned around. "Speak like that again and I'll curse you out of that portrait," he threatened in a deadly quiet tone that shut the woman up. He turned to the small crowd in the hallway. "I'll be upstairs, so leave me alone." The others watched him retreat up the stairs in shock.

"Definitely his father's son," Matt remarked obviously amused. Everyone turned their to him. "What?" Matt asked in a shock like state.

"James was never that angry," Remus told Matt in a worried voice. "Unless you count that time when Sirius almost got Severus killed or the time when Voldemort killed his father in front of him or -"

"Any time Voldemort was involved," Matt confirmed. "I believe there is more going on then a depressed teen."

"Both Potter's are and were arrogant jerks who never did anything for anyone but themselves in their lives," came a drawling voice from the doorway. The group turned to find Snape, speaking from behind Dumbledore's back. Sam stood by his side.

"I am always glad to hear your opinion Severus, though that was uncalled for," Dumbledore said tiredly. Snape glared at him.

"How can you protect that boy after he yelled at you like that?" he asked in disgust. "No respect."

"I am afraid I made him into what he is today," Dumbledore answered solemnly.

"How uncle?" Sam asked.

"He feels as if I betrayed him. Other than that, I cannot say. It is between the two of us," he answered sternly as the group made their way towards the living room. "My compliments, Molly. The room looks beautiful."

Mrs. Weasley and her children had spent the beginning of the summer cleaning and restoring the old room. It was back to its magnificent self. The adults took their seats on the couches while the children took various places around the room.

"Why would you say he's changed? He's just mad," Ron commented cluelessly. "Normal, actually."

"It's true. The boy's always had a temper but I've never seen him threaten the headmaster before," Snape said, his lip curling in disgust.

"He threatened you, Professor?" Hermione asked shocked at the thought.

"Unless you don't count pointing his wand straight at his head a threat. Then yes," Sam answered distastefully.

"It doesn't add up, though," Hermione said, frustrated. "Sure, Sirius died and Professor Dumbledore told him some secret, but why is he acting like a lunatic. He was depressed in the beginning of the summer, not angry."

"Well, it's nice to know that you care but I rather not be discussed as a topic of interest," a voice said from the middle of the air.

"Potter, come out of that cloak," snarled Snape. He watched as Harry appeared from under his invisibility cloak. He turned to Dumbledore. "I thought that you would have confiscated that thing by now?"

"No. The headmaster likes it when I almost get myself killed. It makes me the hero, Dumbledore's 'Golden Boy' fighting evil for everyone." Harry said sarcastically in front of Dumbledore's face.

"Don't talk to my uncle like that. I would have never felt sorry for you if I knew what you were really like," Sam said as she got up to defend her uncle.

"Sam I -" Dumbledore started to say.

"No. I won't have him disrespecting you like that," she said angrily as she stepped up into Harry's face. "What Potter? Are you scared?"

"Scared of you?" he said in a childish voice. "Why should I be? Is it because your Snape's daughter? Or is it because the headmaster is your uncle and the most powerful wizard alive and that Dumbledore that Dumbledore is the only person Voldemort fears?" he asked coldly.

Now he had done it. Sam took out her wand, pointed it in a striking position towards Harry's heart. "Don't provoke me Potter. I don't care how famous you are," she said coldly.

"SAM, put your wand DOWN!" Dumbledore screamed. "I do not need you to end up in court or in Azkaban for me. I am quite alright," he said. He walked over to his niece and placed his hand over her outstretched arm. "Please," he told her. His eyes looked sad through those half-moon glasses. She had never seen them like that before.

"Okay," she said quietly as she lowered her wand. "I'm sorry uncle." She put her wand back in her pocket and walked over towards her father.

"Yeah hid behind your daddy because the Almighty Dumbledore said so," Harry said sarcastically.

"HARRY!" Remus yelled from across the room.

Sam had gotten away from her father and was ready to strike Harry again, but was held back by Ron, Matt and Mr. Weasley. Harry laughed which made her struggle harder. Remus ran across to Harry.

"We need to talk now," he said seriously. He grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him into the kitchen.

"What?" Harry spat as Lupin closed the door.

"Harry, what's gotten into you?" Lupin asked worriedly. "You never acted like this before. I know it's hard but -"

"You try having Voldemort in your head day and night!" Harry yelled and the other room went quiet. "I can't stay out of his head. I watch as he kills and tortures and the worst part is that I am him. I'm the one killing and torturing. I feel myself becoming him. You have no idea how it feels. Nobody does. So leave me alone!" Harry wanted to leave. He couldn't take it anymore. "I'm going for a walk," he said and went back into the living room to get his jacket. He found it and left slamming the door behind him.