The Harry in his head had died.

Harry Potter- graceless hero, a bit of a temper, but still kind and caring and a good friend.

That Harry was gone. In his place, stood a half-mad shivering brute.

Ron sat at the lunch table, arms crossed and glaring angrily at Harry Potter. He was sitting by himself, rocking back and forth and mumbling crazily. One of his eyeglass lenses was cracked, and his eyes were wide-open all the time. What once could be described as "slightly mussed hair" was now a mat of dirty fuzz.

He was quite a sight, and Hermione was worried. While Ron was just angry, she felt terrible for Harry, no matter that he had tried to strangle her.

Hogwarts was going to pieces. Dumbledore was… away. For a month now. Hermione was worried about the headmaster as well, because not even professor McGonagall knew where he was. All of the members of the Order were frantically searching… minus Sirius, of course.

Hermione thought that Sirius' death was the main contributing factor in Harry's madness… but it wasn't. There were two. What she didn't realize was that about a month or two after Sirius' death was when she and Ron got together. This was very important, because what her discerning eyes failed to recognize was that Harry loved her.

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Harry paced the floor sullenly, chittering in a grumbly voice to himself. He knew what he had to do to end his suffering, and he was well prepared.

A dark shadow fell across the ray of moonlight, and Harry's eyes slowly lifted up. He stopped chattering and took a step into the darkness of shadow.

"Is he inside? IS HE INSIDE, YOU FOOL?" A familiar snaky voice slithered in from outside.

Harry heard someone nodding.

"Alright. That's all I needed to know." Voldie sounded upset. No doubt in another huff.

Voldemort stepped in through the open window and dusted off his shoulders. He then proceeded to "Lean Back," and gave a grand finale by heartily performing the macarana.

Harry clapped and whistled, but his heart wasn't in it. He just wanted to get it over with.

"Hellooo Harry! 'Arry Potta, as the Americans who like to make fun of our British accents call you."

"Ah! Hello Voldie Poo." Harry kissed him on the cheek, but a piece of Voldemort's flesh ripped away from his skull as Harry tried to pull away. Voldie almost didn't notice, but Wormtail didn't want to see Harry suffocate.

"So, are you ready?"

"I'm ready! I'm ready! I'm ready! I'm ready! I'm ready! I'm ready! I'm ready! I'm ready! I'm ready! I'm ready! I'm ready! I'm ready! I'm ready! I'm ready! I'm ready! I'm ready! I'm ready! I'm ready! I'm ready! I'm ready! I'm ready! I'm ready! I'm ready! I'm ready! I'm ready! I'm ready! I'm ready! I'm ready! I'm ready! I'm ready! I'm ready! I'm ready! I'm ready! I'm ready! I'm ready! I'm ready! I'm ready! I'm ready! I'm ready! I'm ready! I'm ready! I'm ready!" Harry squealed, possessed by everyone's favorite Spongebob Squarepants for a few moments. He was about to continue, but Voldemort slapped him before he could open his mouth.

"Are you prepared to go through with what we proposed earlier?" Old Voldie tried a different approach.

"Yes, master. I am prepared."

"You kill me." He went into an uncontrollable laughing spasm, and Wormy rolled his eyes.

"I said… I'M PREPARED!"

"Ok, ok, don't get touchy. We'll just fall to the ground and die and everything will be alllll better. Wormy, you know how to get in touch with the new villain, right?"

"I've got it allllll covered." His rat-like mouth split into a wide grin, and his thumb stuck out of his fist in a thumbs up manner.

"Okey doke. 3, 2, (make sure you firmly hold my buttocks, Harry.) 1!" With that, Harry Potter and Tom Marvelo Riddle jumped off of the top of the really high skyscraper and fell to their deaths.

Peter saw that his work was done and flew away on an outlawed invisible magic carpet to find his good friend, El Papio the scary Mexican slightly bent magical coat rack.