Toras: the prophecy will be in it

harrypotterfan777777:I'm just gonna say right now, Ginny and Harry aren't going to get together. Sorry! Really, I do like those fics, but no. In this one, Harry wont be getting the girl for a while. So sit tight. Glad you like it!

Gyre: OHHH! Hes got it!!! Yup! Why let everyone know? Just incase they succed in getting him back into Azkaban!

Jj: There will be plenty of ppl who aren't going to believe him don't you worry! Plenty of Harry angst comin your way.

Modern-Day Zarcon: Dobby will be comin in soon enough, I still have to write it, but he will be there!

Chapter 26

Remember who you are

Harry couldn't help himself and he threw his arms as far as they could reach around the large man. 'He believes me! He doesn't hate me! Thank you so much, he believes me!'

After Hagrid had left, Harry had practically floated all the way back to the tower. The others explained what had happened and everyone took it as a great sign.

Ana suggested that they then take a small tour of the castle, eager to see the library. After learning her entire education from books she was looking forward to seeing what the library had to offer. So Harry, Ana and a few of their other friends trouped out of the tower to see the sights. Harry was designated as the official tour guide and he led them around, telling little side stories and references to some more familiar areas. But soon their happy mood became worrisome. Whenever they entered a hallway, the wizarding students would turn and quickly run off when they caught sight of their small group. Rahne had just suggested that they end the short tour and head back to the tower when it happened.

"How could Dumbledore let those freaks in the school?" They turned to see a group of Gryffindor's looking at them with great distrust and dislike. At the front of the group was Ron and Hermione.

Harry stepped forward, hoping, but his attempted smile faltered when he saw the looks his former housemates were giving him. "I can't believe your gall Potter! Strutting about like you own the school!" Hissed Ron, careful to keep a good distance between them. "Just wait, and you'll be back in Azkaban before you know it. Back with the rest of the traitors!"

Harry had to take a step back from the hateful words. "Ron, I didn't do it! Please! You have to believe me! You're my best friends! You know me!"

"We knew a kid! We know you hated your relatives. You knew how to do it, you killed them. You're just like You-know-who!" Spat Ron, while Hermione refused to even look at him, disgust clearly written on her face.

He felt the air leave his lungs at those words. 'How can they think that? I'm not like him! He's a monster! Is that how they see me?' He felt the hands on his shoulder, felt them pull him away. But he didn't see. He didn't see as his old friends raised their wands, nor did he notice when the hands on his shoulders pulled him away. He didn't see when they reached the tower. He ignored the soft asked questions, and the comforting touches. All that he could see was the hate filled looks from his best friends. His hands fisted as he let out a short desperate sob.

Had he been paying attention to his surroundings he would have seen the various items in the room begin to float and spin around. He would have heard Kitty shriek when the vase of flowers exploded beside her.

'We're not like him! We couldn't become like that!'

'Obviously they think differently. Maybe they see something you don't. You never were able to save Cedric, or your relatives. Maybe you just didn't want to save them? Perhaps you two aren't that much different after all?'

'We would never become him! He takes pleasure in death!'

'And you seem to attract it.'

"Harry! Please! Snap out of it!"

He blinked, gasping for breath. He looked into the frantic eyes of his friend, and then at the mess around them. Everything had stopped their spinning, but had be thrown around the room. Books littered the floor, along with other pieces of homework and paper. All around him were the worried looks of his friends. "What happened?" he asked, frightened of the answer.

"We brought you back here before those assholes could curse you, and you had a panic attack." Looking around at the mess again he realized that he had been the cause.

"I'm sorry." he whispered.

"What for?" asked Scott, who was standing behind his seat.

"For loosing control like that. Did anyone get hurt?" his voice barely above a whisper.

"Your allowed to be upset Harry. No one was hurt. Are you ok?"

He avoided anyone's gaze, "I'm fine.' He said knowing that they wouldn't believe him. He could feel the tears on his cheeks, and furiously wiped them away.

"Why don't we head up to your room then, I'm sure someone can bring us up some dinner later." With that he let Ana lead him out of the seat and up to the room he shared with Jamie. He sat down on the bed as she closed the door and walked over to join him.

They sat like that for a long time, with her hand rubbing his back, trying to soothe the tension out of him. After a while though she became worried. "Harry please talk to me. What are you thinking?" He didn't answer right away, and she had been about to ask again when he spoke.

"They were right." He whispered out so quietly that she almost missed it.

"About what" she asked, afraid of what the answer might be.

"I am like him."

"Oh Merlin Harry how can you even believe that! You're nothing like that monster! They don't know what their talking about, they don't know you!"

"I couldn't save Cedric, and my parents died because of me. My relatives died, because of me. They didn't deserve that. It doesn't matter how much I hated them they didn't deserve that."

"And do you think Voldermort would think that? Would he worry whether or not they deserved it? No! You're nothing like him!"

"THEN HOW CAN THEY THINK THAT?" He screamed, jumping up from the bed. "THEY KNEW ME ANA! THEY WERE MY BEST FRIENDS FOR FOUR YEARS! THEY WERE MY ONLY FRIENDS! THEY KNEW ME SO HOW CAN THEY THINK THOSE THINGS IF THEY AREN'T TRUE?"

"Because they Didn't know you Harry! We know you, we know who you are. They got lost in all the mess of it. There were to many facts and rumors for them to see straight. But we know you Harry. But you have to know that. Please Harry," she pleaded, her voice getting desperate.

He only turned away from her, the voices in his head screaming his guilt. She got up made him face her. "Please don't give up." She cried, wrapping her arms around his middle.

They stood like that, and Harry did not return the hug. He couldn't.

'You get everyone killed'

'They see that now'

'how long until your new friends see?'

'They knew you, they're right,'

'We are like him'

He couldn't feel her tears soaking through his shirt, as she cried into his chest. He couldn't feel anything. It wasn't until he heard those familiar words that he began to come out of his trance.

"-ere in the distance…Theres a voice that calls "Remember who you are"

He knew those words from long ago. He pushed past the voices in his head, and unconsciously wrapped his arms around Ana.

"If you loose yourself, your courage soon will follow, so be strong tonight, Remember who you are." She whispered brokenly into his shirt.

He gave her a small squeeze to let her know that he was alright but she didn't loosen her hold on him. "Please remember Harry, you're my friend, and you belong with us. Please don't give up."

He merely rested his head on top of hers. "I remember, I'm sorry, I just couldn't," He sighed, trying to find the words. "I wanted so much for them to believe me. And when they didn't, I doubted myself. I'm sorry if I scared you, I wont leave you."