(Can't think of any crazy narrator thing this time around, nor a poem (as if any of you read them any way! LoL!))

Evening was beginning to set in when the first sign of any life could be heard from down stairs. The loud musical door bell rang through the cathedral, dinging in a religious way.

"I have got to fix that door bell, maybe have a Metalica song of some sort or I'll just record myself with an electric guitar and use that as a door bell..." Harry muttered from his place in front of the fire in the library. The door creaked open to emit his tiny house-elf Tweaky.

"Harry Potter sir! There's some one down stairs who wishes to see you sir!"

"Show them up Tweaky."

"Yes sir! Right away sir!" then she disappeared only to return moments latter with a man trailing behind her. The man looked about mid thirties, he wore glasses. He had a slight shabby air to him but at the same time he looked like he had the money to get by. He wore a brown suit with patches on the elbows and a slight tear down on the seam. (AN: have you ever seen Buffy the Vampire Slayer before? Well he looks sort'a like that dude (I don't know his name, Iv only seen the show a couple of times before) but he's one of the main good characters I think, sorry I doubt any of you know what Im talking about.) He carried an old leather brief case.

"Harry Potter, I thought you wouldn't be opening the school until summer!" He said as he stepped up to the fire and sat comfortably in a chair next to Harry's.

"I'll explain when the others arrive. Tea?" Harry said waving Tweaky forward.

"Yes please."

"Tweaky, you heard what I asked Professor Lossen, did you not?"

"Yes sir! Two teas coming right up!"

"Oh and could you alert the kitchens that they must prepare a proper dinner for eleven I believe, if the others turn up tonight."

"Yes sir! Right away sir!"

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Harry and Prof. Lossen were just finishing there tea when there was a swishing sound from above. They looked up and saw a dazzling white owl preparing for landing. Harry reached up his arm, allowing his Headwig to land.

"Hey girl, you found me." He said fondly as he stroked her beautiful plumage, unaware of the letter until she gave her foot a small twitch, uncovering the parchment from her feathers.

"What do we have here?" Harry opened the letter and read,

Dear Harry,

Me and Ron wish to stand by you, where ever that may be, and we want to remind you that we will stand with you despite your decision, even if we are forced to put a leash on you, we're not going to sit back on our ass's while you change the world again. We still feel we're you best friends and we hope you do to.

Please keep us informed on everything,

Yours sincerely,

Hermione G.

To say Harry was shocked would be an understatement. He thought he'd be giving up Ron and Hermione'sfriendship when he deserted the light side. He stared down at the letter, skimming through it again. What was he to do? They couldn't serious! They would turn against what they grew up believing just so they could be with him? Him? Of all people, him! He didn'tunderstand Why?

"Potter? Is there a problem?" Mr. Lossen askedpolitely. Harry handed him the note. Harry watched his eyes scan the parchment then he handed to paper back to Harry. "I don't believe I see the problem, it appears you have a couple of vary good friends somewhere."

"Yes that's the shocking part, I thought they would turn their backs once they found out about my true desire in life." Harry said snapping out of his daze.

"You think to lowly of yourself, Harry. Don't think Iv haven't see your scars from your normal life."

"Normal life? Ha! Iv never had the pleasure of an ordinary childhood!" Harry snapped.

"I mean before you found your true place, when you still lived with your relatives. It's obvious that was not a suitable place for a child. But it's the scars on your wrist im talking about."

Harry looked down at his wrists, again is shock.

"Im glad to see they've pretty well healed, got yourself from that nasty habit, never really understood why people cut them selves." Lossen said mater-of-factly. Harry continued to gaze down at his wrist. He'd forgotten about his old stress reliever in all the confusion of the past summer. It had been along time since he had taken a knife to himself. He quickly looked up at the professor embarrassed

"Its ok. Iv seen, many teens with similar scars, but please could you relieve my curiosity as to why people do that?"

Harry stayed silent, staring off into space for a few moments. The prof. was about to ask again when Harry started speaking.

"It's a strange sensation to hold something so dangerous to your arm, but at the time I felt hopeless and lost, like I had no controlover my life, and I was reeling intodespair, unable to stop it. And what was worse was the loneliness I had felt, as no one, not even my best friends, noticed it. I know I did a good job hiding it, but I still felt hurt that had a blind eye towards it. The first time I held the blade my godfather had given to me, to my arm, I felt scared. I remember how my heart pumped in my chest and how it felt as if I had just run a long race. But I felt free, anticipation and adrenalin ran through my veins. It was addictive, long after my first cut, I longed for the freedom, for the rush." "I couldn't stopeven if I had wanted to. It was like letting out a breath you'd been holding so long it hurt.

The cuts were painful yes, but I hardly noticed as I was so intent on the blade, the freedom. Once I started, there was no turning back. I hid the cuts from the world by wearing longsleeved shirts or cutting in places unseen to the public, like my ankle or chestor upper arm.

I honestly don't know when or how I stopped, but I no longer feel the need of having my blade near by. I just forgot about it I suppose." Harry finished with a shrug (AN: I added the arm thing so a friend of mine could understand this a bit better)

Professor Lossen leaned back in his chair with a "Hmm...Interesting..."

AN: Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Oh my god! Im so sorry about the shortness of the chapter and the chapter its self, but like I said before it was for a friend! Please don't hurt me! If your angry about this chapter then don't review, BUT I SWEAR, THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE WAY BETTER! PLEASE DON'T HATE ME!

-x-starts typing better chapter-x-

yours shamefully,

Never-fear-death