Nobody had noticed that he left. They were all still in shock and still staring at the kitchen door.

"You all realize that the boy just left," said Snape who was sitting in a chair near the window listening and watching everything with amusement. "Shouldn't you go after him and bring him back?" he said sarcastically. After he had said this, they all snapped out of it and ran out of the house. Sam was going too, but Snape held her back.

"Dad I want to go. I want to help," she pleaded with her father.

"No. I want you to go up to your room and stay there," he said in a tone that meant not to test him. Sam went upstairs and slammed the door to her room.

"I don't care what he says, I'm going to help," she said. Sam opened the window near her bed. But before she climbed out, she put a curse on the door so that her father couldn't get in. She climbed out of the window and landed on a soft mattress that she conjured up and took off at a run. The others were running around the block looking for Harry.

"HARRY!" screamed Mrs. Weasley.

"HARRY, WHERE ARE YOU?" screamed Ron.

"C'mon Harry," Lupin said under his breath. Sam finally caught up with them and went straight to Lupin.

"Where is he?" she asked Lupin panting.

"I don't know. We can't find him," he said rather exhaustedly. Suddenly, Sam had some kind of strange feeling. Lupin liked at her strangely. "Sam," he said suspiciously. What's wrong?"

"I... I don't know," she said. She looked at him and then ran. Everyone had stopped what they were doing and followed her. She finally stopped at an old abandoned building. "It's -coming –from –up –there," she breathed out.

"What is?" Dumbledore asked.

"I don't know. It's a feeling that I have," she said. "Come on."

They went into the building and ran up the stairs to the roof with Sam leading them. When they opened the door, they saw Harry staring down at the ground underneath him, with his foot on the ledge.

"Harry," screamed Mrs. Weasley. "Don't do it, please," she said worriedly and began to cry. The other girls (not including Sam) started crying as well.

"Harry don't jump," Lupin said nervously.

"Harry please," Sam pleaded.

"Jump?" Harry said laughing. Everyone stared at him obviously confused.

"What do you mean, your not going to jump?" Snape said angrily. He walked over to Sam. "I TOLD YOU TO STAY IN YOUR ROOM!"

"Dad, I...," Sam said but was cut off by Harry.

"Hello, I'm the one over the ledge here, eh?" he said sarcastically. "As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted. I wasn't going to jump. Do you really think I'm that mental?"

"We thought that since were so angry and aggravated that you wanted to, ... well ... you know," Sam said awkwardly.

"No, I'm not that much of a bloody lunatic," he said rather defensively. "I just came up here to think and cool down."

"That's too bad," Snape said coldly. "And here I thought that I was going to spend the rest of my summer happily," he said to Harry. His eyes were twinkling at the thought of having Harry gone forever.

"I think that is quite enough, Severus," Dumbledore said stepping out of the crowd. "Let us go back to the house before these Muggles get suspicious and call the pol –ice."

"Um... its pronounced police, Professor," Hermione said under her breath.

They finally arrived at Grimauld Place again. This time they found something strangely odd about the place. They all went inside, but something just didn't seem right. Ron looked around. Sam went into the kitchen but before she could open the door... BANG! Everything went dark.

"What's going on?" Ron asked Mr. Weasley.

"I don't know son. Remus?" Mr. Weasley asked nervously.

Out of the shadows, five black –hooded cloaks appeared in the living room.

"Hello, Dumbledore," said a voice that sounded strangely familiar. The man behind the cloak, took off his hood and showed his face. It was Lucius Malfoy.

"How did u get out, Malfoy?" Mr. Weasley said hatefully. "Your supposed to be in Azkaban."

"The Dark lord does not wish to leave his best followers," he said slowly as he walked around examining the room.

Harry raised his eyebrows in disbelief. You've got to be joking, right?" he said rather seriously. "You got caught by a bunch of students and you're considered one of his best followers. I thought Riddle could do much better than that."

Malfoy growled. "I came here to finish what I started that night in the Department of Mysteries," he said.

"Now, now Lucius. That's no way to treat my poor excuse of a cousin's godson now is it?" said a woman underneath one of the other black –cloaks.

Harry recognized the voice at once. "I could kill you right now Bellatrix," Harry said in rage. Harry took out his wand and pointed it at her.

"Looky, looky what wee little Potter is doing," she said in a mocking voice. "Is poor witter, itty bitty Potter going to put another Unforgivable Curse on me?" She and the rest of the Death Eaters laughed. "Don't be stupid Potter," she said in a serious tone this time.

"Why?" he said seriously. "Are you scared of a challenge by poor itty bitty me?"

"WOW!" she yelled out. "You know, I really think stupidity runs in the Potter blood. To think, your father died trying to save your stupid Mudblood mother. And now, your trying to be an idiotic fool like your father." Harry was about to throw a curse but Lupin gave him a look.

"We end this now," Harry said in a deadly whisper.

Lucius Malfoy walked over to Bellatrix. "I'm afraid not today potter. There would be a time and place for that. I guarantee it," he said viciously. He waved his hand and all of the Death Eaters moved closer together. Lucius walked over to join them. He turned around and faced Harry again. "Oh, I almost forgot. I do have a message from the Dark Lord. You will die by his hand. But not before you learn what pain really is." At that, they apparated into thin air. The room was in complete deadly silence.

"Oh trust me," Harry said silently but loud enough for everyone to hear. "Bellatrix will die by the end of the year at my hand. I guarantee it." Harry stormed up the stairs to his room, slamming the door loudly.

"So," Lupin said. "Anybody up for a spot of tea?" he said in a happy tone. Everyone raised their eyebrows at Lupin.

Yes Remus, I think your right," Mrs. Weasley said breaking the silence. "We should all have a cup of tea to calm ourselves down."

Lupin went to the kitchen, quickly followed by Snape and the others. Lupin got the kettle, poured water into it, and brought it to a boil. Everyone else sat around the table.

"You know, that boy is really asking for an early death. Even more so than the last five years," Snape said rather enthusiastically. "If only I was still evil, I would give it to him," he said happily. "Forget about me being evil again, I'll do it anyway." Mrs. Weasley glared at him reproachfully. Snape glared back at her. Dumbledore started at him.

"Severus, don't let your hate for his father direct your actions," Dumbledore said. "I have no idea what made you hate the boy more than you did a year ago."

"Forget the other Potter," he spat. "The boy is just as bad, maybe even worse. Struts around the school because of some minimal Quidditch skill, he thinks the rules don't apply, and he expects people to love him because he's the almighty –boy –who –lived."

"You're wrong," Ron said angrily. "He hates being the boy –who –lived and every year he breaks the rules to save all of our necks. As for Quidditch skills, he struts around the school even if he should. The guy has skill that rivals Viktor Krum's. Just because he's in Gryffindor and a Potter is no reason to make his life a living hell."

Snape was seething. "Harry Potter is not as innocent as he seems," he snarled. "Believe me, I've been in his memories. A life like his leads one into darkness, Potter means what he says. He will kill and when he does, you'll be there to comfort him but it won't matter. He doesn't have the will power to survive this ward."

"You under estimate him Severus," Dumbledore said kindly, though a hint of worry could be seen in his face.

"You're all blinded," Snape said as he exited the kitchen. They heard the door slam behind him.

"Good riddance," Ron sneered as he stared moodily at his tea. "One vote for Snape being a hateful bas -"

"RON!" Hermione said as she nudged him in the ribs. He glared at her. "Don't talk about a teacher like that."

"Why not? He never liked any of us, especially Harry," Ron said angrily at Hermione.

"It doesn't matter, Ron," Hermione said annoyed. "Just pay no mind to him."

"Ron raised his voice at Hermione. "Just pay no mind to him, eh?" he said mocking her. "What about all of those times he made you cry!"

Hermione fell silent. Everyone stared at the both of them. She managed to raise herself up from the table and left the room. Ron however, stood in the kitchen. He had embarrassed Hermione and himself, and managed for the rest of the day not to speak with anyone. Matt came forward and walked over towards the kitchen door.

"Where are you gong Matt?" Mrs. Weasley said in a rather exhausted tone.

"I'm going to check up on Harry," he said. "I want to make sure that he's okay." Matt was about to walk out of the kitchen door when Lupin called him back.

"Wait," Remus yelled out. He walked over towards Matt. "I think that I should be the one to talk to him," he said in a low whisper.

"Sure, no problem." Lupin left the room.

"Umm... Uncle? Can I go and see how dad's doing?" Sam asked Dumbledore quietly.

"Go ahead. See if you can calm him down," Dumbledore said.

He gave her a kiss on the forehead and sent her off. She went off into the living room and found her father seated in a chair near the window.

"Dad? Are you okay?" she asked.

"Go to your room Sam," he said coldly.

Sam gave him a concerned look. "I came here to see how..." Snape broke her off. He had gotten up from his chair, grabbed her by the arm and pulled her up the stairs to her room. "DAD!" she screamed. "STOP. PLEASE!"

He opened the door, threw her in and locked it. He placed a charm on both the door and the window so that no magic besides his could open it.

"WHEN I TELL YOU TO STAY IN YOUR ROOM, YOU STAY IN IT!" he yelled in rage.

Snape left and went back down the stairs. Sam went on her bed and started to cry. She stopped suddenly when she heard voices in the other room. Sam had forgotten that Lupin had gone to check up on Harry in his room. She sat up on her bed and put her head against the wall. She was able to hear everything that they were saying.

"Why did my parents have to die for, Professor?" Harry asked sadly. "Why couldn't they just... run away?"

"Because, your mother and father wanted to stop Voldemort from killing and murdering innocent people," Lupin said comfortingly.

"Why couldn't I die with them?" Harry said rather angrily. "If I did, none of this would have happened."

"No, Harry!" He said automatically. "It was not your time." He put his hand on Harry's shoulder. "Listen to me Harry, your parents died to protect you. They loved you very much. They still love you. If you had died..."

"If I had died, then Voldemort wouldn't have come back. Or have you forgotten?" Harry interrupted. "Have you forgotten that it was my blood that raised him? Our connection is stronger now because of it. We're not so different. Are you telling me that my parents would love what I am?"

"Listen Harry. You are nothing like Voldemort and he wouldn't have needed raising if you died. He would never have fallen if you did not survive that curse," Lupin said in an angry tone. "And I know for a matter of fact that your parents are watching you and still love you."

"How are you so sure? Maybe I'm just like what Snape said I was like. Maybe you all are blinded by the icon," Harry argued back. Sam heard him pacing. "Maybe I'm just like my father, an arrogant bastard." That had done it.

"Your father wasn't an arrogant bastard or have you forgotten what he gave up for me, for you. You are to stay in this room until you are ready to listen to reason," Lupin said in an icy tone. She heard the door next to her room slam.

"Lupin you are blinded. Blinded by love for friends. No one is perfect. Darkness lies in all of us," Harry said in a tone of voice that shocked Sam. It was so cold.

She relaxed on her bed, thinking about what she had just heard. Harry Potter was losing it, she decided. He was so blinded by selfishness that he was hurting himself. At least in her opinion he was. In the other room however, something different was occurring. Harry lay in his bed drifting through his own thoughts.

"Why am I doing this?" he whispered to himself.

However, he knew the answer. The façade was, the act was all necessary. In order to keep everyone safe, he had to drive them away from him. He was dangerous and he knew it. He was not only putting them in danger from Voldemort but from himself, too. The hatred and anger was real in his veins. He felt is souring through him, along with power. On his sixteenth birthday, he had awoken to it, but along with the power came the darkness.

The dreams of Voldemort became stronger. Harry felt Voldemort's pleasure as he killed; he felt it as though it was his own. He was fighting a losing battle. If he ever killed Voldemort, he could end the losing more than his life, but his self. Fight fire with fire. Sacrifice was in order and he didn't want anyone around when it happened. To win this war he would have to meddle in some of the Dark Arts. He would avoid the use of it if he could, but since casting the Cruciatus Curse, it became harder and harder.