Authors note Yay! I actually got another chapter up . I'm proud of myself. Though waiting this long probably is not a good thing…. Ah well at least it's up…. Anyways, Harry I know doesn't seem too 'depressed' in this chapter like he should, but there really wasn't any right place.

Also I would like to announce that I WILL be updating my other stories, sorry about those but I had a slight writers block on them, but have not given up on them.

Disclaimer; If you can recognize anything in this it is most likely owned by some one else. Harry Potter and co. are owned by J.K. Rowing.

Rating; PG-13 for now, it may change but I am not sure where I'm going with this, currently it is rated for this because of language (later on) and abuse… yadda yadda yadda…you get it.

Summery; 4th year. Coinciding with a plan of Voldemort's gone array James Potter is brought back from the dead. Currently at the Dursleys Harry is having one of the worst summers yet, how long can he hold on?

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REVIEW RESPONSES – thank you every one!

shazia)Riavera- thanks for the suggestions, I'm not sure who to prank, I know the whole school at one point, maybe the marauders and the twins will have a war… but yours suggestions are appreciated and I think that they are very good, thank you for reviewing .

opal- that was because they didn't know, Harry put spells on his self, and because they found him like that they didn't think that he was hiding any thing so they found no need to try and get rid of any possible spells- stupid reason I know but I'm not ready for them to know about Harry quite yet.

Nikikeya-chan again- I haven't thought too hard about where to keep them ;; but the Potters are an old family and most likely have other estates that he can live in but James will most likely stay at the school for a bit, but for the breaks another estate would work.

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Thanks for the suggestions, and sorry about the double spacing 0.o my comp. stuck on it…

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CHAPTER 5

IN THE DARK OF THE NIGHT

Harry couldn't understand why he had accepted it so easily, maybe he just needed the comfort, but he truly didn't know himself. He shouldn't have given in; it would probably just lead to disappointment.

He sighed and looked around Gryffindor tower; they had moved him up here as long as he got checked daily. They probably never would have if they knew that he was 'mentally unstable.'

He never wanted them to find out, though Harry was now more jaded then ever, he still couldn't bare to see them looking at him with those unwanted emotions, nor for them to be disappointed in him.

God he was screwed up; and worst of all, he knew it.

Shaking his head, he took off his glasses and placed his eyes securely into his palms, trying to relive the unwanted tension. In two days was his birthday, yes he was entirely surprised that he himself hadn't forgotten, but he was silently hoping that his parental figures had forgotten. He really didn't want to deal with anyone right now, and he didn't think that he deserved it…

The Adonis inclined his head out the short tapered window staring at the pale moon, now in the dark of night in all its glory. The pale mystery of it called to him, calming him, he basket for a moment.

Harry realized that he should probably go to sleep, but with out the aid of the dreamless sleep, he was frightened.

He really hated to admit it, but he was afraid, he couldn't stand the dreams. Since he had been put in the hospital wing they had given him the potion, but now since he was out and he was well….sleepless. He didn't want to ask any one for it, because that would lead to them asking why he wanted it, and well that was a road that he didn't want to go down.

Harry was proud of his self though, he had not felt 'that' urge lately. The urge to hurt him self had been strangely absent lately, but it was a welcome change.

He sighed and lay back in the bed and pulled an old book out of his trunk, 'Interview with the Vampire', by Anne Rice. He realized that the whole theory behind the vampires powers, and rituals were probably off because of the fact that Anne Rice was entirely muggle, but her writing style was magical. She had a gift that few authors have that can keep you captivated throughout the whole story, and the words moved you.

Harry settled under the blankets and set deeply into the bed, preparing for a long night of reading.

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Sirius sat on the edge of the bed, Remus was sitting next to him on the bed. Both of them were staring at their long time friend, James, who was sitting in front of them on a wooden chair stressing over seemingly unimportant problems.

Sirius looked over at Remus giving his werewolf friend a questioning look before looking back over at James again.

"Okay Prongs, tell us again…What the hell is wrong, cause frankly my dear, your kind of scaring us."

Remus nodded in a silent agreement.

James just gave him a look; he wasn't sure just how weird he was acting. Sure he hadn't really spoken at all, which in itself was kind of odd, and he was pacing a lot, along with twitching from lack of sleep, but to scare Sirius? Well that was quite a big feat, because he was the definition of weird. Eating everything with either ketchup or chocolate, and even chocolate with ketchup. Along with many, MANY other disturbing things.

"I don't know," he sighed giving in to his friends.

"It's like an odd feeling that I have, you know one that makes your skin crawl and stuff. I just keep thinking that something is off, that I should know something."

Sirius looked over to Remus, "Well Remy, I guess that we're found out we'll have to tell him the TRUTH about our poor Harry."

Remus just looked at him like he was a moron, which he was, no denying, but the look is what was important. James though looked like he had made a huge discovery, looking concerned and determined all at once.

"What? Come on Padfoot, what is it?"

Sirius looked at James the way Remus had looked at himself a moment before, he looked at Remus, as if questioning if this was their James. So as to keep him self from having to think over time, Sirius smacked James on the head, like Remus had done to them often as children.

"Nothing James, I was kidding. Your getting stressed out over nothing, your being and idiot, and I mean more so then normal. Dear God, I mean, nothing is wrong with Harry, so chill."

It really is a shame that Sirius is not right.

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Harry walked silently through the hallways, not bothering to have worn his invisibility cloak, but at least trying not to be too horribly loud while walking.

Though he loved to read, and especially that book, but one can only read for so long before it becomes mundane, and you want to just stop.

So he felt that only thing that he really could do this late was to take a walk along the hallways.

He didn't bother with the cloak because he wasn't really forbidden to walk around the hallways, not that he'd care anyways, but he didn't really bother. But in spite of that he really didn't want anyone to find him and question him, explanation were never one of his strong points.

After around fifteen minutes of walking, he found him self at the astronomy tower. He walked over to the walled ledge, and just looked over the side staring at the grounds below.

He felt at peace out here, it seemed less suffocating, cooler, stiller. The night could do that to anyone, many children are afraid of the dark, but Harry never was.

'Yeah the Dursleys made sure I was real friends with the dark when they locked him in his cupboard.' Harry thought bitterly.

But Harry found it wonderful, seeing how beautiful every thing was at this hour, Harry knew that he could never see the sun again, and live in this peaceful darkness, and be happy.

Well as happy as he could get.

Yawning Harry slid down the little wall, too the floor. Apparently sleeping in the hospital didn't do much for his sleeping issues, only healed him. So now Harry was feeling the effects of the loss of sleep. Thinking that maybe he could close his eyes for a moment, but not fall asleep, he told him self, just close his eyes…

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Harry knew it was morning, he could feel the warmth on his face, but he didn't want to wake up. He cursed him self lightly for think that he could close his eyes for a moment, and not fall asleep, considering his tired state.

Damn the horrible cliché.

Deciding that he should probably get up and go back to his room before any one noticed that he hadn't slept in his room.

But at least he didn't have any dreams, Harry thought as it was a slight consolation. His body and mind probably completely shut down, because of his body's desperate need for sleep.

Shaking his head and slowly opening his eyes, he jumped back, well as much as he could, considering he was against a wall.

Severus Snape stood in front of him leaning casually against the wall, smirking at him.

"Well Potter, did you enjoy your night on the floor?" His tone was mocking, but Harry thought he found some curiosity in it.

"Why yes as a matter of fact, much more comfortable here on the stony ground, then in my bed. Hey, I'm even thinking of asking the Head master for a permanent room, where I can sleep solely on the floor," Harry bit back just as mocking, though with out the edge of curiosity.

Snape just sighed and looked away from him, "You idiot, they found out that left, so Dumbledore called out the whole damn staff out to look for his 'golden boy', you foolish child."

Snape by now was clicking his tongue. Harry had been waiting for it though, because Snape had been acting all too nice, well to him anyways.

Harry sighed and slowly tried to pick himself up from the floor, wincing and then sliding back down from the throbbing in his muscles and bruises.

Snape strolled over, and gently, which greatly surprised Harry, lifted Harry off the ground.

"Come on boy we don't want daddy dearest, and the mutt, and werewolf to worry," the Slytherin said with contempt.

The raven haired boy was wondering what the hell was wrong with his normally pissy professor, had he heard about what had happened at his relatives and taking pity on him? Was he actually trying to be nice, or was Snape experiencing really weird mood swings? Snape supported one of Harry's arms as the walked down the tower stair to meet with every one else.

Harry was left to ponder the mystery that was Severus Snape.

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Authors note I was really disappointed in this chapter. But if you have any prank ideas- how James should find out about Harry's depression- any suggestions, make them, they always help.

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