The Final Lesson

Written by: HoshiHikari

Disclaimer: I do not own HP! That's right, the characters still all belong to J.K Rowling As for the plot, it might have been done before, so I won't take credit for that either

Summary: He had lost all emotions, all feelings, all humane senses. How could Harry save the world and bring light into a world consumed by darkness when he is the Dark Master, the Half-Blood Prince? Can Remus save him or is it too late?

Part 1 of A Lesson to Remember

Author Notes: Edited and revised. There will be NO SLASH

Chapter 1 "Then I don't want to be human"

"I don't want to talk about how I feel, all right?"

"Harry, suffering like this proves you are still a man! This pain is part of being human--------"

"THEN----I----DON'T---WANT---TO---BE---HUMAN!" Harry bellowed. He seized out his wand and pointed it at Dumbledore.

The portraits immediately quieted. Albus stared at the teen's wand, noting the teen's hand was shaking.

"YOU DON'T KNOW HOW I FEEL!" Harry roared.

He could faintly see. A sudden pain washed through his head, his scar burning madly.

"I DON'T CARE! I'VE HAD ENOUGH, I'VE SEEN ENOUGH, I WANT OUT, I WANT IT TO END, I DON'T CARE ANYMORE-----"

"Put that away…." The headmaster said softly, equally as dangerous as Harry's wand was. "You have no idea what you're doing…."

"I know perfectly well what I'm doing. My wand is jabbed between your eyes. To say the least, I don't care. I swear, if you won't let me out now, I'll attack you and you would have thoroughly deserved it!"

"No. You are staying here until I have had my say. You will listen."

The headmaster's eyes caught one of the portraits, silently asking the person to bring help. The person nodded slightly before silently slipping out of the portrait.

"No one is going to save you…" Harry growled, aware of what the headmaster did. "Half the Order's out cold…let alone, still at the Department of Mysteries."

There was a pause and Dumbledore nodded, signaling the portrait to stay behind.

"What do you want?" The headmaster said finally. "Put that away and we'll talk it out."

Harry thought a bit, still blinded by rage.

"I want revenge. I want to, want to see you, to see you…"

"dead?" The headmaster whispered, ever so silently.

His eyes were not twinkling anymore, and Harry could tell, for he was looking directly into them.

"Yes, I've had enough. The death of Sirius was the last straw. You've taken away the last person that meant anything to me; everyone else can go to hell. You've all hurt me too much, for me to spare you." Here he paused before continuing, "any of you."

Dumbledore stared into the green orbs, trying to see past the pain, and rage. He tried desperately to find the answers, why, how, when, and where he had failed. Of course he knew that the death of a beloved one could always trigger pain, and sorrow, which may lead to anger, rage and then revenge. The Harry that he could recall, could remember, would have not taken his revenge out on him, but perhaps on Voldemort or Bellatrix.

"You're wondering why the other end of my wand point is at you and not at Voldemort or Lestrange?" Harry voiced the other's thoughts. "And do you know why?"

The headmaster shook his head.

"Either you've joined Tom and this had always been part of a larger plot…" Here Dumbledore reached out, grabbed Harry's left hand and exposed bare mark less skin. "Or you plan to do so."

Dumbledore didn't know if he should feel happy and relived that his first instinct was wrong.

Harry laughed harshly, one that matched that of Voldemort.

"Me, a Death Eater? No way! I will never fall to his level. He physically hurt me, the way you have, as well as mentally. It is just unfortunate that you're the first whom I have encountered and decided that revenge is the answer. After I'm finish with you I'll hunt him down and kill him."

"You have no idea how bad or miserable you have made my life. You took away all the things, and people that had meant the most to me. You've kept secrets from me, the truth from me. You've made me stay at my relatives, people who would have made the Malfoy's look like angels."

Dumbledore squinted his eyes. So this was it. It wasn't just about Sirius' death. He listened silently at Harry continued to curse on and on, expressing his hate towards him. From what Dumbledore could tell, Sirius' death was what had pushed him over, it had been the final straw.

Suddenly, there were cries of horror. A swooping sound was heard before Fawkes was in between him and Harry. Dumbledore was startled. He felt drops of phoenix tears land on his hand. Looking down, he was horrified that his right hand was being magically cut open. He supposed that he was too deep in his own thoughts, or perhaps distracted by Harry's change that he didn't feel the pain, or perhaps losing Harry caused too much pain that he didn't feel any physical ones. Then again, perhaps, Harry didn't want him to feel pain, just wanted him to die slowly, but that wasn't right, for if he knew Harry, the teen would try to inflict as much pain on him as he claimed to have done to the younger one

Fawkes, had brought the headmaster to the present situation, and made him aware of what Harry was doing as he spoke. The bird's distraction had also allowed himself and the teen some distance. Faster then the speed of light, he backed away from wand point and pulled out his own wand.

"Now, Mr. Potter, I'm warning you. You don't want to fight against me. I will kill you before I let James and Lily's child cross over. You will die if you have any intentions of sticking to your plan."

"I don't have a plan," Harry growled. "All I want, all I need is revenge. That is all that I will strive for—chaos and destruction. I'll inflict back all the pain this world has caused me."

"You will never accomplish that." Dumbledore stared hard into Harry's eyes. "I've seen this before. I won't let history repeat itself. Tom was just like you."

Harry glared at the man, and spoke though gritted teeth.

"I'm not Voldemort!!! I'm nothing like him!!"

"You have the same intentions." Dumbledore whispered softly. "I can see him reflected in you."

This set Harry off even more. In a sharp voice, Harry hissed out the first curse that would begin the first battle, which would eventually lead to his imprisonment in Azkaban.

"Avada Kedava" came out of Harry's wand.

However, Dumbledore was faster. He must have anticipated this, for his desk flung into the air, and blocked the curse.

"Harry, let me repeat myself" Dumbledore cleared his throat, avoiding the curses, but not sending any.

Harry didn't seem to have heard him.

"JAMES AND LILY AND SIRIUS WOULD HAVE NEVER WANTED TO SEE YOU TURN OUT THIS WAY HARRY!!!"

The teen paused momentarily, before regaining composure.

"They're dead, thanks to you! How could I feel anything for my parents when I've never even met them? How in the world would you know what Sirius would have wanted, when he's dead! Gone!"

Dumbledore was speechless. Then he added coldly.

"Perhaps, it is time you met them? I'll gladly help you. If there is nothing, no one, no reason for you to be here, then I'll gladly help you cross over."

Harry's face contorted, into an ugly grin. Using his wand, he conjured a huge globe of magic. It wasn't pitched black, nor was it entirely white. It was gray for the most part.

"I'm not going to die that easily. I still have plenty to do here."

He released the blast. Dumbledore had no time to defend himself. He stared in awe as the magic was conjured, then released.

He knew it was the end, but he was wrong. The blast hit with a loud rumble, completely obliterating the office. Harry was unharmed. Dumbledore was entirely scared with blood seeping out of his injuries. Though they looked minor, and defiantly not fatal at the time, it was quite the opposite. It showed Dumbledore glimpses of Harry's true power.

Before this was over, Curcio rang out.

"Suffer, feel the pain that had been inflicted on me. Feel the hatred which I've tried to hide for the past 15 years."

Dumbledore ended up quite defenseless. Even though his wand was still in his hand, he couldn't do anything; he didn't know what to do.

"I won't let you die so easily. By the time, I'm finished, you'll be neither dead or alive." A hollow laugh followed through.

Harry was still laughing insanely when the remaining office doors busted open. There were hurried footsteps and gasps of surprise. Maybe the obliterated room, or the fact that the headmaster was on the floor withering in pain, or maybe just the fact that it was an insane Harry who was causing it, had caused the gasps of surprise.

Professor Binns, and Madame Promfry, were standing awe struck. The two Professors had heard that Albus was back and had come to greet him.

"POTTER??" was all that escaped their mouths.

Harry snapped out of his mechanical laugh, before he moved aside so that they could see a clearer view of the nearly lifeless headmaster.

"Ah, you might want to tend to him now, instead of chasing me. He might not make it."

Harry kicked the headmaster hard, as he made his way to the shattered window. He stepped onto it.

"Harry…. please…. Don't let Darkness consume you…..Please…I'm sorry for the things I've said, for the things I've done…please…don't give in…to…it…." Dumbledore's voice wavered, and was quite unstable. "Once again, I'll offer you my hand of friendship…"

Harry turned around slightly, seeing the painful expression on the headmaster's face.

"It's too late…you're too late. I've already been consumed by Darkness. I'm already lost, already gone, dead."

Having said that, he flung his arms out, closed his eyes, and jumped.

The two Professors ran to the window. They watched as Harry's body fell, tumbled down, head first, before disappearing from their vision.