Arsenal: H.J.P.'s Mass Deception

Did you ever want to know what Harrys thoughts would be if he found out that he was constantly being lied to by everyone around him? Dark!Harry

Hey, Turkie here. Hope you like this, it is my first real story on All of the Lyrics are credited to the poem Three Women by Sylvia Plath and all the other stuff is credited to ME.

If you have any comments feel free to IM me on AIM at: turkietayles.

Would you also please not flame. I don't own Harry Potter and the other characters, after all I am a lowly highschool student, so please don't sue me.

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I will not go down under the ground

'Cause somebody tells me that death's comin' 'round

An' I will not carry myself down to die

When I go to my grave my head will be high.

Let me die in my footsteps

Before I go down under the ground.

There's been rumors of war and wars that have been

The meaning of life has been lost in the wind

Ans some people thinkin' that the end is close by

'Stead of learnin' to live they are learning to die.

Let me die in my footsteps

Before I go down under the ground.

I don't know if I'm smart but I think I can see

When someone is pullin' the wool over me

And if this war comes and death's all around

Let me die on this land 'fore I die underground.

Let me die in my footsteps

Before I go down under the ground.

There's always been people that have cause to fear

They've been talking of the war mow for many long years

I have read all their statements and I've not said a word

But now Lawd God, let my poor voice be heard.

Let me die in my footsteps

Before I go down under the ground.

If I had rubies and riches and crowns

I'd buy the whole world and change things around

I'd throw all the guns and the tanks in the sea

For they are mistakes of a past history.

Let me die in my footsteps

Before I go down under the ground.

Let me drink form the waters where the mountain streams flood

Let the smell of wildflowers flow free through my blood

Let me sleep in your meadows with the green grassy leaves

Let me walk down the highway with my brother in peace.

Let me die in my footsteps

Before I go down under the ground.

Go out in your country where the land meets the sun

See the craters and the canyons where the waterfalls run

Nevada, New Mexico, Arizona, Idaho

Let every state in this union seep down in your souls.

And you'll die in your footsteps

Before you go down under the ground.

–"LET ME DIE IN MY FOOTSTEPS"

by Bob Dylan

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Chapter 2: Kings Crossing, Here I Come

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Hey Arsenal,

I am in a car on the way to Kings Crossing and I only have one thing to say: Damn Dumbledore and his stupid twinkling eyes, did he really think that I wouldn't find out? As it turns out, my meeting the Weasleys wasn't a mistake, he set it up. Him and his insipid little "Order."

Can nothingness be so prodigal?

Here is Dumbledore.

His wide eyes in that general, flat blue.

He is turning to me like a little blind, bright plant.

One look. It is the hook I hang on.

I am tired of the old man meddling in my life. He wanted to protect me, keep me from going dark, he had no idea that he was pushing me right into the place that he wanted to save me from, straight into the darkness. Of course I won't join Voldemort, after all that bastard killed my parents and tried to kill me, but I won't continue to be Dumbledore's little pawn either.

How long can I be a wall, keeping the wind off?

How long can I be

Gentling the sun with the shade of my hand,

Intercepting the blue bolts of a cold moon?

The voices of loneliness, the voices of sorrow

Lap at my back ineluctably.

How shall it soften them, this little lullaby?

I have no one left, Padfoot was to be my salvation. How can one be saved when their salvation is withered and dead? How can one be saved if their savior is dead? I know that they've all seen it, the anger, its in me now. The pain, it controls me now. The other emotions, they're deadly now. I only have myself to blame for some things though.

And so I stand, a little sightless.

The body is resourceful.

The body of a starfish can grow back its arms

and nets are prodigal in legs. And may I be

as prodigal in what lacks me.

That stupid hat wanted to put me in Slytherin, but no I just had to be put in Gryffindor with my fake friend Ron. I have come to hate my house. They have nothing but pity for me now. I guess that they thought that I would break when I lost Sirius, even if most considered him cold-blooded murderer. I would have never been pitied or babied if I had been placed in Slytherin, hell I doubt that Cedric and Sirius would have even died if I had been placed in Slytherin. Can you imagine the shock that would come with the fact that famous Harry Potter had been sorted into Slytherin. I might ask for a house change or to be resorted, just to spite everyone of course.

I am myself again. There are no loose ends.

I am bled white as was, I have no attachments.

I am flat and virginal, which means nothing has happened,

Nothing that cannot be erased, ripped up and scrapped, begun again.

There little black twigs do not think to bud,

Nor do these dry, dry gutters dream of rain.

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Please RR, so I know whether or not I should continue the story.