Chapter nine-

A/N: Just a few things Ive noticed in my reviews,

1. Some one said I should get a beta and not use my friends, my friends are the best betas I know so Im going to stick with them.

2. My characters may not be very like the real characters this is because I make them to suit my story, if this isnt what you like then this is not the story for you.

If you have any ideas that I can use in my story just let me know.

On with the story

Enjoy!

I hate this! I really truly do hate this! Why the fcuk do I have to be the boy-who-lived! If Susie bloody wants to bloody take my place she bloody well can. Thought Harry as he stormed off to the dinning room, throwing doors open as he went.

Harry stormed into the dinning room, red with rage, furry, anger all his emotions combined. Every ones eyes turned toward the angry teenager. Staring at him as he stalked to the Gryffindor.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU PEOPLE LOOKING AT! ITS NOT LIKE YOU HAVENT SEEN ME BEFORE," shouted Harry. " TAKE A PICTURE IT LASTS LONGER."

As Harry began to sit down he heard the click of a camera, Colin Creevy thought he was being serious.

"I WAS FRICKEN JOKING COLIN, CANT YOU GET THAT THROUGH YOUR HEAD ALREADY!" shouted Harry without even turning around. You could here the Slytherin's breathing from the Gryffindor Table.

"Harry, Would you please see me after dinner?" asked McGonagol but it was more like a statement.

"Yes Professor," said Harry, slumping down on the bench.

The room began to sound like it normally did during dinner once McGonagol sat down. The tables were filled once again with mouth-watering food, much to Hermiones disgust cooked by the House-elves.

"Harry mate are you alright? You seem angry," asked Ron, giving him a worried glance.

"Yes Harry hes right, I havent seen you like this in ages. Are you ok?" asked Hermione.

"Yeah Guys, Im fine. Just upset. Ill tell you about it later," replied Harry, his face still showing anger as he stared down at his empty plate.

"Harry, are you going to eat anything? Your normally one of the first to get something on his plate

"Im not hungry," Harry mumbled.

"Harry you have to eat! Your thin enough as it is. Ron tell him he has to eat!" exclaimed Hermione.

"Hermione, you sound like my mum. But Harry she's right." Smiled Ron.

"Im just not hungry okay guys?" said Harry.

"Okay Harry, but just this once." Said Hermione giving Harry a caring peck on the cheek.

They ate the rest of their dinner in silence, as Harry silently sobbed. Once they had all finished Harry, Hermione and Ron rose from their seats to head out of the dinning room.

"My classroom now Mr. Potter please," said McGonagol's voice from the teachers table as she too rose.

"Yes Professor," sighed Harry, "Ill see you guys after okay?"

"Yeah see you Harry," smiled Ron, "Good Luck."

"Bye Harry," said Hermione giving Harry yet another peck on his cheek.

Harry walked slowly, towards McGonagol's office. Scuffing his feet, with his head held low.

He arrived at the door and knocked.

Knock Knock

"Come in Mr. Potter," said McGonagol.

The door seemed to creak really loudly as he opened the door, but slowly he stepped inside.

"Professor…." Said Harry but was cut off.

"Harry, your not here to be told off. In fact the very least. It's obvious something is wrong, and I was wondering if you wanted to talk about it." Said McGonagol with a soothing smile on her face.

"Im fine really Professor, it's just getting a bit much," replied Harry.

"What is Harry," asked McGonagol, "I'm afraid I cant help you unless you tell me."

Harry sat down on a chair. Slumped his head into his hands and said, "Everything Professor, Everything. School, Friends, Qudditch, The Dursleys, Vol…Vol…Voldemort."

Harry had never stuttered over Voldemorts name before, it was obvious that Harry was in terrible pain within, "Harry why dont we start from the beginning, I want you to tell me everything if that's all right."

"Professor, it started when I went home for the summer holidays. I started to have these dreams. Dreams that even now I find hard to describe. Dreams that terrified me enough to dread going to bed, Dreams that made me feel like I was doing something wrong, Dreams that made me feel like it was my entire fault. This one dream, I have over and over again each night of Sirius going through the veil except instead of Bellatrix its….its me who pushes him through," Harry sobbed, you could hear McGonagol's little gasp when she heard this but she said nothing. " But then the dreams sort of came as a relief to my day, it meant I wasnt awake to…to suffer what I had to during the day. Each morning I would wake up, and lay in bed until Uncle Vernon finally lost his temper and got me up to clean, cook, everything that virtually involved work. I would spend all day working, and if…if I wasnt doing a good enough job, Uncle Vernon…Uncle Vernon would bash me," with that Harry held up the bottom of his sweater and sure enough there was a fading deep purple bruise along the side of his stomach. McGonagol gasped as Harry collapsed on the ground crying.

"Harry, why didnt you tell anyone you could of told me earlier. And why ever did you not tell Professor Dumbledore," asked McGonagol with a tear in her eye, she knew the Dursleys where not particularly nice to him but she didnt think it was this bad.

"I…I tried," sobbed Harry. With that he feel unconscious.