Disclaimer- Not my work ok? All down to J.K Rowling and her brilliant ideas.

A.N Thought I could use a break from 'Why Me?' so here I am with another story. I hope you like it! R&R please!

Loads of thanks to- Tazthedevilman, Strega, starangel2106, Miki23 and celestial light! You help improve my confidence in writing!

Say Goodbye to Harry Potter

Chapter two- The Vision

Draco Malfoy sat in the Slytherin common room. He had meant what he said to Harry, he no longer wanted revenge for what happened to his father. 'All I want is to know why the sudden change? I mean, last year he was Harry Potter, the only person that posed a threat to me…now he just seems to be caught up in his own depression, claiming that all he is, is the boy who lived. There must be something wrong. Well duh! What is it?' Draco growled in frustration, he had been thinking about Potters change in attitude, but he just couldn't come up with a plausible answer as to why he had changed. Then again…why was he so interested in Potter? 'Because he's become the friend I wanted in my first year. As much as I hate to say it, he's the only one who can save us. He just doesn't see it.' The blond sighed and ran a hand through his hair. His father had always preferred the boy's hair gelled back, but since he went to Azkaban, Draco had decided to let it flow freely. His curtains were about the length of his face and his hair at the back was about shoulder length.

Harry sat against the window in the astronomy tower. The sun had disappeared and the sky had surrendered to the darkness. He sighed as he looked up at the stars. 'Well they deserve everything they get! I mean, I've lost everything that meant anything to me. They just don't understand, they never will. I'll do what they ask…but not to protect any one of them, not to protect myself either, just revenge for those that died in my place. They didn't deserve what they got…it was I that should have died.' The raven haired teen looked at his hands, the hands that were stained with the blood of his loved ones. Whether he liked it or not. He stood and threw his fathers cloak around him, leaving the astronomy tower he headed for Gryffindor tower for a night of fitful sleep where he was forced to witness the deaths of the past and some of the present…then either his or Voldemort's inevitable demise.

Severus sat in his private chambers with a glass of Fire Whiskey. He had a headache, not from the effects of the alcohol but from the papers he had been grading from his second year Potions class.

"Bloody Hufflepuff's…if Potter isn't the end of me then surely they will be." He growled at the dying flames in front of him. He, like Draco had been thinking about the change of attitude in Potter. He'd come up with two possibilities,

One: he'd finally cracked under all the pressure he had from his friends and peers and guilt.

Two: There is no change in attitude at all, that Potter had always been like this and he was finally showing his true self.

'Either way, he'll probably end up in some life threatening place where I'll have to go and help…it's always the bloody same. Do this Severus, then those bloody eyes looking right into me…stupid Dumbledore.' Severus took a sip of his drink waiting for the desired effects to kick in.

Harry walked into Gryffindor common room, ignoring the cold stares everyone was giving him he walked up to the boy's dormitory.

"Ron what are you doing?" Hermione whispered. After Harry had walked up to the dormitory Ron had packed his things away and started to follow.

"I'm going to get to the bottom of this…Harry's my best mate, he wouldn't be doing this for no reason." He smiled and gave Hermione a thumbs up and walked after Harry.

Harry was about to get in bed when Ron walked into the room.

"What are you after?" He growled turning to face his former best friend.

"Harry I'm not falling for what you say! You may insult me and everyone else, yes I may fly off the handle at you…but you know what?" Ron smiled,

"What?" Harry snapped.

"You'll never get rid of me…I'm gonna find out why you're actin' like this." Ron turned to leave thinking he'd had the last word.

"You know what Weasley? I'll tell you what's wrong…I finally realised that what Malfoy said in our first year was true! I made a mistake by making friends with you're sort."

Harry's heart was beating rapidly, 'Why? Why am I doing this?…Because I have to…they need to leave me alone!' Ron's ears had turned red but he didn't fly off the handle like he had warned.

"I know you don't mean that mate." He whispered and walked back downstairs. Harry threw himself onto his bed and closed the curtains around him. He put the usual spells on them, a silencing charm and a nifty little spell where nobody but the castor could open the curtains. Then he lay, waiting for the nightmare's to begin.

--Vision--

He was in the middle of a circle of Death Eaters, but this time he wasn't Voldemort he was somebody else. The body he inhabited bowed down and killed the hem of the so called Dark Lord's robes. 'Fitting that he should claim to be a Lord when he is nothing but a half-blood.' Harry thought. Then the hypocrite spoke,

"It has been rumoured that my nemesis, Potter has had a severe change of attitude… is this true?" He smiled evilly as the person nodded and mumbled "yes my lord."

"Really," Harry could see the evil cogs working in Voldemort's head.

"Outer circle! Attack now! You know where!" The outer circle Death Eaters nodded took a step back and disaperated. The inner circle were the only ones left.

"You are my most trusted Death Eaters, I have a plan regarding our Mr. Potter…"

--End Vision--

Harry sat up covered in a cold sweat. Why had he been forced out of the mind he had been in? What was Voldemort's plan? Wait…usually he could only link himself to Voldemort because of his scar…how had he gotten into this other persons head?

'Wait…what if this is just another one of Voldemort's fake visions? Like the last one it only showed me so much at a time, then when I saw the rest I automatically fell into his trap…almost fell for it this time.' Harry rubbed his eyes and looked at his watch, he'd bought a new one that was glow-in-the dark so he needn't open the curtains to look at his other clock.

"Two-thirty great…" He closed his eyes, even though he knew he wouldn't get any more sleep.