Disclaimer: I own nutthin.thx for the reviews and I havent updated in a while cuz of hw. I hate it. WHY DO WE HAVE TO GO BACK TO SCHOOL NOW?? WHHHYYYY?????? Ok yeah so I'm crazy, but I promise the story wont be. Its gonna get darker, and a significant character will fall into a whirlwind of trouble...soon...very soon..anyways, keep reviewing, I still need pointers.

Chapter 5-Getting to my head

Morning dawned upon Hogwarts, rays of light piercing through the darkness and into the classroom and dorm windows. Harry sat on the common room window sil with one leg lazily dangling near the floor, the other proping up his bent arm holding up his head. He gazed out the window, his face partially covered in shadows. He was lost in his own thoughts, still half awake. He had another tormenting dream last night.

"Harry? Is that you?" a voice came from behind him, breaking his thoughts.

"Morning, Mione," He mumbled. He couldn't face her. She was barely inches from death in his dream.

(flashback)

Harry sat alone in the common room in front of the roaring fire, light flickering against his features. Rain came down hard on the windows, wind rattling them. It was dark, cold and quiet in the common room. Too quiet. He wondered where Ron and Hermione were and stalked up to his room to look for the Marauder's map. Suddenly his scar burned, searing and cutting deep into head. Harry dropped to the floor, weak, and crying out in agony.

The pain started to decrease, and he shakily stood. He bent down to grab his map and said in a barely audible voice,

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good,"

The map opened to show Hermione and Ron in Hogsmeade, near the shreeking shack, but their foot prints were not moving, instead he saw that they were standing next to eachother apparently fixated on something. Ron's footprints began to move forward while Hermione's followed. Suddenly, Ron's footprints disappeared, then Hermione's stepped back and it looked as if she was pulled forward by some invisible force. Harry hastily shoved the map in his pocket, grabbed a jacket, his wand and his invisibility cloak. His friends were in trouble. He knew it. Harry bolted out of the dorm room door and stopped. He doubled back to get his broom. He'd get to Hogsmeade much faster on his Firebolt.

Once he arrived at the gates of Hogwarts, he mounted his broom and swung his invisibility cloak over himself and the broom.

Rain poured down upon him, the bitterly cold winds snapping at his face and fogging his glasses. He ran a hand through his wild hair that tickled his face pushing it out of the way.

He touched down and looked around him. His fingers were numb. He walked forwards to the Shreeking shack, and his first meeting with Sirius flashed in his head. Harry's scar began to slice through his head and burn white. He had come. This would be the final battle. Harry gripped his wand still under the protection of his invisibility cloak.

"Harry Potter." A icy voice hissed.

Harry couldn't breathe. His heart felt like it was about to explode inside him. At the same time, he was full of hate. His eyes glowed a dark green, filled with hurt, anguish, and pure hatred. Harry felt him losing all control in himself as his dark green eyes pulsed twice, from dark green to a lighter green, back to a deep rainforest color. He turned and faced the man who had killed his parents, Cedric, his godfather, and the child in him who never had a childhood.

"DIE YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!! DIE!!! Impedimenta!!" Harry shouted.

Voldemort simply deflected the spell and shot it back at Harry who was just barely managed to duck.

"Do you really think you can beat me boy? With a simple spell like that? Crucio!"

"Protego! Where are my friends!?" Harry demanded.

"You want to see them?...Well here they are.."

He waved his hand and behind him appeared the two figures of Ron and Hermione bound together back to back by a blinding white rope. Harry looked at his friends and felt his insides writher around twisting in hopeless knots. Ron's eyes locked onto Harry's; pleading and desperate for salvation. Ron's nose mouth was bleeding, his arms and legs bruised and bloody, staining his brown sweater. His hair was matted and Harry couldn't even see Ron's usual flaming red hair. It was now a deep blood red.

Harry turned his gaze at Hermione and felt his heart drop. The side of her mouth was bleeding. She had a large gash on her neck and her left sleeve had been ripped, revealing another deep cut on her arm. Harry couldn't take it any longer. He hungered for Voldemorts death. He had lost all control over himself, and seeing Hermione hurt was the last straw for his sanity. He turned back at Voldemort and a flash of lightining came down behind Harry. Thunder roared and Harry started to eminate a green glow around him. The green started to glow brighter and brighter.

"Don't you dare give up Harry! I love you, don't give up!.." Hermione cried out despite the pain in her jaw as she spoke. Voldemort snickered, and pointed his wand towards Hermione.

"I had hoped, you would put up a good fight, but it seems to me boy that you do not live up to your name. Avada Kedavra.."

" NOOOOOO!!!!" Harry screamed at the top of his lungs with his arm outstretched. The green light slammed into Hermione making her glow for split second. Harry looked down at his hand, then at Hermione, in horror wondering what he had done. The filthy bastard had killed the one thing he had to live for. Harry charged and tried to tackle Voldemort.

"Impedimenta!" Voldemort knocked Harry off his feet.

" Incarcerous.." White ropes bound Harry to the ground.

"H..Ha...Harry...please ...k...keep fighting...don't..give up,..I think she's still alive..." Ron managed to mumble. He winced out of pain of speaking, then shouted to Harry.

"DON'T YOU GIVE UP ON HERMIONE!!!" Ron cried. Warm tears rolled down his face, stining the deep cuts and bruises on his face.

The raindrops were like ice drops falling on Harry's face, body, and heart. Harry lay on his back,his left arm broken he couldn't There was no way Harry would ever give up on Hermione, or Ron. They were his family, and he wouldn't turn his back and run. That wasn't an option. That wasn't the way of a Gryffindor. That wasn't the way Harry did things.

Blood trickled down Harry's cold face from his famous scar. Harry couldn't see, he felt close to death. So close to that eternal sleep. Suddenly, Harry felt his body pulse twice yet again. Voldemort laughed menacingly and stalked over to the boy laying pityfully on the ground. He was helpless, and looked just about lifeless. Without warning Harry sprang up and punched Voldemort square in his smirking face, and thrusted his wand into the air as a lightining bolt directly hit it. Voldemort stumbled back, and for the first time looked terrified of Harry. Harry towered over him.

"HOW DARE YOU HURT MY FRIENDS YOU BASTARD! THIS IS FOR CEDRIC!"

Harry's right arm was still in the air, connected to the lightining bolt, his other had maraculously healed and was outstretched at Voldemort. A deep blue light came from Hermione's body shooting towards Harry's arm and smacked Voldemort in the chest; making him writher on the ground in pain.

"THIS IS FOR MY PARENTS AND SIRIUS BLACK!!"

The light grew brighter from Harry's arm. Voldemort was now facing the ground, hopelessly trying to grab for his wand a few metres infront of him.

"THIS IS FOR RON WEASLEY!!!"

The light once again grew brighter and Harry's tears fell freely to the ground. His hatred for Voldemort was making him lose control of himself. He felt consummed by it, yet he felt sardonic bliss at the sight of Voldemort battered, bloody and in sheer agony.

"AND THIS, YOU BLOODY WORTHLESS PIECE OF DIRT, IS FOR HERMIONE GRANGER!!!"

The blue light that connected Harry and Hermione had become as bright and blinding as the sun. The rain fell heavier, and the wind slapped across Voldemorts swollen, bloody face. Voldemort tried to no avail to stand. All at once millions of beams of electricity and colored lights slammed into Voldemort making him shake violently as he fell to his knees and to the muddy ground. Harry towered over him, glowering.

"Die."

Harry kicked him in the ribs with all his power. He heard a crack, then a small whimper escaped Voldemorts mouth.

"It's over, you're defeated, and I'm killing you. Die slowly, die." Harry said, malice dripping from every word. With that, Voldemorts eyes widened and he stopped breathing. Mud covered his face, mixing with the blood trickling from his open mouth.

He was dead. Finally dead. The one thing that stood in the way of Harry having a life, was now gone forever. Harry couldn't believe it. The bastard couldn't hurt anyone anymore. Harry felt so numb. He was soaking wet, mud stained, bloody, and bruised all over, but he couldn't feel anything. He trudged towards Ron and Hermione and cut their ropes, nearly collapsing on the way. Ron crawled to the floor and layed on his back breathing heavily.

"I'm alright Harry, check on Hermione, she's more important right now," He coughed taking in deep breaths of air.

Harry dragged himself to Hermione and tilted her head up. She wasn't breathing. 'Nooo!' he thought. 'She cant be dead, no, no, Nooo she CANT BE DEAD..' he tried to reassure himself. "no,...not again!!" He frantically felt for a pulse, yet he couldn't feel anything because his fingers had gone numb. Ron crawled over, horror stricken at Harry.

Rain cascaded down Hermione's face. Her eyes were closed. She was cut and bleeding, yet she still looked beautiful, and peaceful.

"Don't you dare leave me Hermione, PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME!!" He clung to her; tears fell onto her face. He would never stop crying for her. He'd never see that bright, reassuring smile, hear her infectious laughter. Most of all he'd never get to kiss her again.

"NOO!" Harry screamed. He found himself, back in his dorm room. He was uncut, Ron was still snoring away. It was all a dream. A horrible, dream. Relief washed over Harry as he sat up on his bed, watching the sun rise. He would kill Voldemort; if it was the last thing he did. He wouldn't let him even touch his friends.

(end flash back)

Harry sat up and managed to smile as he went over and embraced Hermione, kissing her as if he'd never see her again.

Hermione smiled. "What was that for?"

"for being here with me..for being you, Hermione,"

Without warning, they heard a scream from the boys dorms.

"That sounded like Ron!"

Harry and Hermione dashed upstairs and shoved the door open to find Ron on the floor holding his head, writhering around in agony.

Hope you enjoyed reading my story so far, and please review, like I said I need pointers, and suggestions are welcome. Ooo goood cliff hanger huh? Whats WRONG with Ron? It's going to get very VERY interesting...ok, well that was a cheesy line...but it will get more intrigueing as the next chapter is put up. Which is going to be soon. Thx,