Harry returns to the home of his Godfather and receives news that shoves Harry back into the pit that he had just managed to climb out of.

A/N: I own nothing this is all J.K.R.'s, what a brilliant mind she has.

Chapter Three- Hate

Though he barely trusted Snape with the life of a mouse, Harry had reluctantly touched his finger to the mug shaped portkey that Snape held out to him. After the familiar tug from behind his navel he found himself standing in the empty kitchen of number twelve Grimmauld place. Harry took no notice that he hadn't even stumbled after using the portkey as he was now gaping at the room around him in absolute horror.

It wasn't anything like Harry remembered. It was practically sparkling clean. Though the walls were still stone, they had been painted a sunny yellow color and the table in the center of the room had a matching tablecloth draped over it. The room felt almost homey and Harry was furious with the change. He didn't much like the dungeon style that the kitchen held before, but he felt that it somehow made Sirius' home less his.

Harry swung around to be face to face with his loathed potion's professor. "What have they done to…?" Harry started to ask with anger raising his voice slightly.

Snape gave a near visible shudder. "I dislike it too, but Molly wouldn't be dissuaded," he hissed. Almost as immediately as Snape lost his composure he regained it and he seemed reminded who he was in front of. "Sit down Mr. Potter. Professor Dumbledore will be in momentarily."

Harry didn't even glance at the nearest chair before Snape disappeared out of the kitchen. He paced the room a few times, trying to get over the change of it. He was definitely going to have a talk with Mrs. Weasley about this and he shuttered at the thought of what the rest of the house must look like. Sorrow swelled into his heart as he remembered how gloomy Sirius was here, and though he probably would have liked the changes when he was still alive, Harry thought that it took away from the memory of him.

Harry winced as he struck his toe on his trunk and startled Hedwig in her cage, he had forgotten that Snape had left them there moments before and now questions arose in Harry's mind while he took off his shoe and rubbed his foot. Why had only Snape come to collect him at Privet Drive, further more, why Snape, why not Lupin, Moody, or Tonks? And why so early and without any word, had something happened with Voldemort that Harry didn't know about? And how could that be? Harry was certain that he would know if Voldemort was up to something, if anything Harry's mind link with Voldemort had grown stronger over the summer.

The door to the kitchen opened just as Harry was slipping his worn cross trainer back on, and Dumbledore, followed shortly after by Snape and Mr. Weasley, came in and sat down at the table. They all looked extremely tired, even Snape, and it was a wonder Harry hadn't noticed before.

"What happened?" Harry asked before any of them had a chance to speak. He didn't need the look in their eyes to tell him that something terrible had happened.

"Please have a seat, Harry," Dumbledore said softly. There was no twinkle in his blue eyes behind his half moon spectacles, and Harry knew that this was serious.

Harry didn't sit. "Just tell me."

Dumbledore stood from his chair. "The Burrow was attacked this morning by Death Eaters."

Harry could feel the color drain from his face at hearing this news. "Was anyone hurt?" he asked with a slight shake in his voice.

"None of the Weasley family was injured; they have been staying here for this very reason. But Remus was injured quite seriously," Dumbledore sighed the last words.

"How seriously," Harry asked, "is he going to die?" he whispered the last words.

Dumbledore walked towards Harry. "We don't know yet."

"Take me to him," Harry said looking up into the eyes of his Headmaster.

"Unfortunately this is not possible, Harry. He's being held at St. Mungo's; it would not be safe for you to be seen there. Not with 'You Know Who' having Death Eaters everywhere," Mr. Weasley said from where he sat at the table.

"Why the hell did you bring me here then, if you won't even let me see him? Why not leave me at Privet Drive unaware. Did you think I'd be better off with this information? I'm just coming to terms with Sirius' death and the… WHY CAN'T YOU JUST STOP MUDDLING IN MY LIFE!" Harry shouted at Dumbledore and unbeknownst to Harry the air around him became electrically charged. It disgusted Harry that yelling at Dumbledore seemed to make him feel better. Hedwig hooted at Harry, irritated when he kicked his trunk hard with his foot, this time on purpose. At the moment, he would rather feel physical pain then the emotional pain, and the hatred, which was bubbling slowly to the surface. He knew that all these feelings weren't his and he was afraid at where some of the emotions was coming from; Voldemort.

Harry started to tremble and he closed his eyes from the ever-increasing pain that started to pulse through him from his scar. "Get out!" Harry hissed in Parseltongue. Shakily he started to take in deep breaths, remembering his training from the diaries; he cleared his mind of all conscious thought and raised a barrier like ice in his mind. He refused to allow Voldemort access to his mind again and he would not tolerate feeling Voldemort's emotions anymore, his were enough. Harry felt Voldemort hit the magical barrier in his mind forcefully and Harry reacted now on instinct, pushing the barrier of frozen stone forward and repelling Voldemort from his mind with all his will.

Harry opened his eyes after the tremors in his body stopped and the pain in his scar ebbed away. He was surprised to find that he was still standing. Harry had done this several times in the last week, after he read about how to use this advanced form, of what he assumed was Occlumency, in the diaries, and he found that it took him a great amount of energy to expel the Dark Lord from his mind. He had never stayed on his feet for more then a few minutes doing it. Voldemort was always back within his mind within seconds, but this time was different, he couldn't feel the mind link anymore. Instead of feeling drained of energy he felt powerful, and this scared him, he somehow knew that it wasn't his power and it was gone moments afterwards, the feeling of the link was still not present.

Harry looked to Dumbledore in confusion. He was now standing several feet from where he had been. Snape and Mr. Weasley were both standing and staring at him warily as well. It was then that Harry collapsed to his knees and started sobbing, all the emotions that he'd been trying to hide and ignore for the past weeks catching up with him. He didn't know what caused him to just breakdown, but he was disgusted with himself for doing so.

Through Harry's blurred, teary-eyed vision, he saw a figure move quickly towards him and then he felt the arms of Mrs. Weasley wrap around him protectively. "There, there my dear, it'll all be alright, Remus will be fine, I'm sure," she cooed in her mothering way. "Did you have to tell him like this? You could have waited until Tonks got back with news on his condition," Mrs. Weasley snapped at the men in front of her.

Harry stopped crying almost immediately and caught a good look at the room around him. Paint peeled from the walls and ceiling and the tablecloth on the table was smoldering. There were scorch marks on the stone where the paint had been melted away and Harry knew that he had done all that damage, though he wasn't aware of doing it.

Harry looked back up to Dumbledore, "I-I'm s-sorry," Harry apologized with a tremble in his voice.

Dumbledore took a step towards Harry and Mrs. Weasley let Harry go. "That was a very high level of magic Harry, where did you learn it?" he asked with seriousness in his eyes and his tone of voice.

Harry knew exactly where he had learnt it, from Merlin's diaries; he also knew exactly what spell it had to have been and that it was a wordless spell and performed wandless, it was also very difficult and draining. Harry didn't understand how he had used it or why, for he had never attempted to use it before. "I learned it from the books you sent me…"

"Books, Harry?"

It suddenly occurred to Harry that Dumbledore hadn't been the one to send Fawkes with the diaries and something in his mind told him that this was one secret that he should keep from Dumbledore. "I read it in one of my school books, I think; or it could have been in the library," Harry lied in a way he thought was unconvincingly, he'd never really ever out right lied to Dumbledore before. But if Fawkes had not given Dumbledore the diaries then the books were meant for him, at least that was Harry's logic for now; he'd think more on it later.

Though he saw it in his headmaster's eyes that he didn't like this answer, or believe it, he seemed to accept it, for now. "I shall have Madam Pince look for the book you found that in, magic like that should not be learned by school children, it can be very dangerous. It is considered Dark Magic and is very hard to control. Promise me that you will not use it again."

Harry was about to protest this but stopped himself. There wasn't anything in Merlin's diaries that Harry considered Dark Magic, powerful magic yes, but not dark. He looked away from Dumbledore, who looked as if he was going to start questioning Harry, but he didn't wish to be questioned about anything and he wouldn't promise not to use the magic again. "I'm tired, Professor, if your not going to let me see Remus," Harry used Lupin's first name because technically the man was no longer his professor and he didn't know what else to call him. "I'd like to go lay down for a while."

"Certainly dear, let me help you bring your things up stairs," Mrs. Weasley said ignoring the looks the men before her were giving her. "You certainly look like you need the rest; you're looking a little pail this afternoon," she commented as she pointed her wand at Harry's trunk and it started to levitate up off the floor. Harry knew that the comment wasn't for his ears but for the others in the room. Harry picked up Hedwig's cage and his bag beside him and started to follow Mrs. Weasley out of the room, not looking at Dumbledore as he passed him.

"Get some rest Harry, we'll talk later, and I'll let Molly know as soon as I hear word about Remus." Harry didn't look back at Dumbledore as he followed Mrs. Weasley and his trunk out of the room, grateful that Mrs. Weasley cared enough for Harry's wishes, as no one else was seeming to.

A/N: The diaries didn't come from Dumbledore, but who then?