Two nights later the man appeared to Harry again.

"Leave me alone, Erasmus." he said bitterly.

"You know I can't do that Potter. I still need you to do something for me."

"I don't know what that is, and I don't want to do it anyway."

Erasmus pinned Harry against the wall and glared at him from under his black hat.

"No, you'll do it Potter. Things have got to change. You want them to."

"You're mad!" Jarry hissed.

Erasmus smirked. "Am I? How about you? Are you still in this world or in another? You've felt everything change, but that's not the change I'm talking about."

Harry grew panicked. He pulled on the man's arms but Erasmus simply pushed him to the ground.

"I'll come back, just be ready." Erasmus walked to the door and departed, leaving Harry shaking on the wooden floor. He didn't know how many minutes passed when the door opened again. He tightened his body and pressed his face harder into his knees.

"Harry, what is it?" Mrs. Weasley's voice asked as it trembled. "Tell me." She hugged him gently and pulled his face from its position. Harry whimpered. "Look at me, dont't be afraid."

"He's coming back," he whispered.

"Who?" she whispered.

"Erasmus."

Mrs. Weasley sighed and brushed his hair with her fingers. She got an idea but wasn't sure if it would work.

"Why was Erasmus here?"

"He comes a lot," Harry replied. "He tells me that there's a need for change and that he wanted me to do it."

"What does he want you to do?"

"I don't know," Harry said softly. "I don't want to listen to him or do what he wants me to do but I have no choice."

"Why not?" She asked, getting very interested in this Eerasmus.

"It's just the way he is. He killed those two ministry worker. I found that out."

Mrs. Weasly gasped. She gripped Harry on the shoulders and made him look at her.

"Who is he Harry? Is he the one that's been doing all this to you?"

Harry looked away. "Part of it."

For a few moments neither said a word. Harry wanted to move away from the woman's hold but he was afraid to upset her. A question he had answered forced its way out of him when time lengethened.

"Mrs. Weasley, what's wrong with me?"

She stopped stroking his arm with her thumb and gazed into his eyes.

"Why don't you tell us Harry? You're the one going through all this. We don't know how to help you."

Mrs. Weasley did not say more. How could she tell him that he was going insane before their eyes?

Harry said nothing. He stared blankly at the floor and turned away from her.

"I have to go downstairs," she went on. "Do you want to come with me?"

To his surprise Harry managed a nod. Mrs. Weasley smiled to herself. Finally he was coming out of his shell for a short time. She knew it would be short. It never lasted.

When Harry walked into the kitched Ron, Ginny, and Hermoine stopped in mid-conversation. They were astounded to see that he came down and inflicked their company with them.

"Hey Harry," Ron managed to say. "Want to play Exploding Snap?"

"I guess." He answered soflty. He sat down next to Hermoine and silently watched Ron begin his turn. At the same time, the three of them swelled with happiness as Harry laughed during the game. It seemed that things were getting better.

Four days passed and the nights moon shone through the windows. No one was awake except for Harry, who was purposely forcing himself to stay awake. He had the room to himself since Ron moved into a spare room, most likely because he feared him. Harry could understand why. He wasn't surprised.

Harry gazed onto the wooden floor, watching the light shine on it. He sat up abruptly. Harry got out of bed and peered closer to see what it was.

"Oh no," he whispered. On the floor was a simple black hat that he recognized immediatly. Harry walked over and picked it up to examine it. For some reason he had a strong desire to place the hat on his head. He tracked the brim of the hat and slowly did so. In the relection in the window, Harry saw himself. He didn't look too bad in it, he thought.

"Why did you put it on?" the voice said.

"I don't know," I just did." he answered plainly.

"Maybe he wanted you to put in on."

"Why would he want me to put on this hat?" Harry said smartly.

"Guess Harry. Why do you think he did?"

Harry looked away from his image and saw another form of himself standing a few feet away from him.

"Listen to me," it said. "All that you do is wrong. Everything. Your losing yourself in your mind, and get yourself out."

Harry flashed it angry eyes and faced it.

"You're lying!"

The copy image of him strode forward and pointed to the door.

"You'd better call for all of them to lock you up before you go and kill someone else."

Harry covered his ears and hissed, "I didn't kill anyone."

"Oh no? What about the time you found your cloak missing and your Firebolt on the floor? What about feeling out of place before those men went missing?"

There was a flash and Harry saw himself with a murderous glare standing over Francis Lestromberg.

"Please!" he screamed. "I was forced, I swear! Don't kill me!" Harry took a dagger and sliced the man's throat. Dery K. Hobbs was already dead. The next moment he was dragging their bodies and throwing them over a cliff and into the sea.

"No!" screamed Harry. "I didn't kill them! It was Erssmus."

"Really? Did Erasmus bruise your arm when he pushed you against the wall too?" yelled Harry's other self.

"Yes," he said as he shoved the pajama sleeve up his arm.

Harry gasped. Where there had once been a large bruise in the crock of his arm was nothing.

"I don't understand," he whispered.

"Harry, listen to me. Fight Erasmus and do not let him take control. Get them to come in here now!"

Harry couldn't move or speak. He thought hard about what happened and what he could do if it continued.

"Starting to get the picture, Potter?"

He spun to his left and saw Erasmus standing casually against the opposite wall. The image of himself was gone.

"Get away!"

"Now, now, don't get all flustered. We need to discuss some issues."

"I don't want to listen to you!"

Erasmus smirked. "Potter, I'm, not real. You made me. You created me in your mind without any wish to do so."

"What are you talking about?" Harry hissed.

"I'm talking about your longings boy. I'm talking about your inner thoughts and feelings. You were tired of being lied to and laughed at. You were tired of being everyone's hero. The same went for the fact that all that you had seen was gone."

As Erasmus said this he walked closer to Harry and stopped in front of him to continue.

"So, I did it for you. When you were least expecting it, say when you were asleep, I awoke in your mind and took control. You had no idea. During these times, I kidnapped and murdered those writers for the Daily Prophet. You wanted them dead because of the lies they spread about you and Dumbledore. The morning when the cloak was missing and the Firebolt on the floor I attempted to go after the Ministry of Magic but failed. I did manage to snuff that pitiful Peter Petigrew. He and Bellatrix Lestrange were your targets. Does everything make sense now?"

Harry stood petrified. This couldn't be happening, it just couldn't! Was he actually losing his mind? Was that how he blacked out all those nights if Erasmus took control of him?

"There is one thing that I know. Deep inside you there's a feeling. It is a faint one, but I see it. It rests so deep that you are completly oblivious to its existence. It could change even more than what you already have. Think about it. What else do you desire?"

The stress was rising in his heart. Harry didn't know. He knew nothing. Erasmus touched the brim of the hat, and repeated what he said. A sudden realization struck him.

"The Order, Dumbledore." he gasped.

Erasmus smiled approvingly. "And what is it that I want you to do for me?"

The words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them. "To make a change."

"And how exactly are you going to do that?"

A feeling of relished hatred seemed to intoxicate his body as if he was administered with bitter antipathy. He knew what he was going to do. Erasmus smirked and laughed sofly in triumph. Harry had chosen a side, one that would leave destruction in his path.