Chapter 2:
Harry staggered abit looking around the darkened corridor, his eyes shifting around the area quickly before he called out. "Hello?" He muttered out into the endless twilight that surrounded him. He wasn't phased by the nothingness just abit peeved that it kept repeating itself for the past week. Thats all he seemed to think about was nothing, just endless black. He raised an eyebrow sitting himself on the floor waiting for his dream to end.
"Hello Harry." A wizened voice called from behind him, being rewarded with a dazzled looked Harry has he jumped and spun in the same motion. His emerald eyes locking onto the dying blue of his headmasters. This was a first for him, he was always alone in his dreams always. So why would the headmaster appear out of no where, though before he had a chance to voice this, the old man spoke again. "Why I am here is of little concern, what is of concern is your path you are taking." Harry looked at him for a moment his once peaceful eyes shifting to a hot steel. Who the hell was he to tell him what was of concern in his own dreams?
"Why are you here headmaster?" He asked in an even tone, trying to hold back the bite in his words for the man that stood in front of him. He sworely wished for his wand at the moment if only to feel its cool wood between his fingers.
"I told you that doesn't matter, you will understand when you are older. " The old man countered holding up one of his ancient hands in hopes to silence the teens words. "Now, I'm concerned about your path young Harry. I believe it is being influenced to the dark side, and I wish for it to stop. Luckily with Sirius out of the way-" Though here the headmaster's voice was cut off by a hollow anger lined voice.
"Shut up." Harry said darkly glaring at his headmaster with the upmost hatred, a look he only reserved for Voldemort. "You have no right to talk of Sirius like that, so just shut up." Harry barked feeling himself filling with more hatred and distrust for his headmaster.
"Harry, I would advise of you speaking to me like that." The old man countered again his voice chilling over. "Has I was saying, with Sirius out of the way you will realize that all my attempts are for the greater good." He continued on trying to push his point more and more onto the young man.
"What the bloody hell did I just tell you?" Harry asked again feeling his blood rise has his eyes burned into the old man in front of him. "And who the hell are you to decide what the damn greater good is? Who died and made you God." Harry challenged wanting nothing more to slam his fist into the old man in front of him. He didn't care where he just hoped it hurt like hell.
"Harry, I am only trying to rid the world of the darkness that threatens it. Surely you understand that, that is why I need you." The old man continued looking at Harry with reproachful eyes. "People need something, someone to believe in. And that is you Harry."
"Fuck what people need. Everyone seems to be getting what they need, where the bloody hell is mine!" He raged glaring into the headmaster. "I should live alife always being hunted with noone but myself to cry to because you think its for the greater good?"
"Harry you need to be a symbol for the light, a beacon of hope during these trouble times. So people will come to me, and give me the strength I need to finally get rid of Tom." The old man continued, daring to take a step closer to Harry who only sneered in response. Taking two steps back form the man in front of him.
"Thats it then? You want power, and my face gives it to you." Harry spat in disgust looking at the man in front of him. "To me you are less then voldemort himself. He at least has the heart to let his world dominnation plans into the free world. Where has you hide behind me has you try to do the same. You aren't doing this for other people Old man." Harry spat this word with such disgust he was sure it need to brush his teeth when he was done. "You're doing this for your own foolish attempts of power. I'm through with you Albus Dumbledore. I won't let you hid behind me anymore." Harry said sneering and turning his back on his headmaster.
"Harry-" The old man attempted again grabbing hold of his shoulder only to have Harry spin around slapping his hand free.
"I WON'T WASTE MYSELF ON YOU!" Harry seethed glaring with all his might at the man before him. 'GET SOMEONE ELSE TO BE YOUR DAMN FIGURE HEAD. BUT KNOW THIS, ONCE I'M THROUGH WITH TOM, I'M COMING FOR YOU." He screamed looking at the man in front of him shatter to a million pieces and he himself fall to his knees crying into his hands at this most recent betrayal. Though at this moment another voice decided to make its presence known.