A/N;; Ok, first chapter. I just wrote this in the past half hour and its 1 am so it's not that great but I'm tired. Give me a break.

Disclaimer;; This will be for all the chapters. I do not, have never, and will never own Harry Potter or any of the charries. I love them though .

Harry awoke suddenly with sweat pouring down his body. He turned to look at the clock and it read 2:09 am. He had been having one of those dreams again. Ever since Dumbledore's death, Harry had been dreaming about it.

Flashback

Dumbledore had been convincing Draco that he could hide him and his mother and keep them safe. Draco had almost believed him until Snape had appeared. He could tell that Draco would not be able to do it, so he took it upon himself. He said those two dreaded words with so much hate in his eyes.

"Avada Kadavra," he whispered. Dumbledore's body hung limply in the air then fell out of the window.

End Flashback

Harry had been right there when it happened. He had been hidden under his invisibility cloak and was under a spell cast by Dumbledore which caused him the inability to move until he died. Harry had tried to avenge him by killing Snape but the bastard got away.

'That asshole deserves to burn. He deserves to die the most painful death possible. He deserves hell for what he's done,' He thought. Harry had been a mess since he died. During the day, he hid his pain of what happened, but at night, he cried all the pain away. He didn't want anyone to know what was really going on in his head.

Every couple days letters had came, asking him how he was doing, if everything was ok and all that other junk that everyone wanted to know. Those letters were sitting on the desk, unanswered. The more recent ones had went unopened because it started to get quite obvious what they said. The pain Harry felt was not something he wanted to talk about. It was just something he had to deal with on his own. That was just how Harry Potter's raven-colored head worked. He always felt that he had to stay strong and not feel pain because so much has happened in his life. The need to pretend that everything was ok for his friends and his family was very strong because he didn't understand that they wanted him to talk about it. They feared he might lose it if he didn't talk. But, even more so, when you're close to someone, you should talk about things that upset you or make you angry. But, Harry Potter willed himself to be stronger than that.

However, he did keep one thing silent. Not only did he dream of Dumbledore's death, he also had dreams about a certain being, whom Harry had a huge desire to destroy and hurt the way he had done to so many others. Voldemort. More commonly known as he-who-must-not-be-named or you-know-who. Yes, he still had dreams about him. But, in a way it was different. Before he had dreamt what Voldemort was thinking but since then, had stopped because he had performed occlumency when this became known. No, these dreams were much different. These were more, wishes and hopes. What happens to Voldemort in his dreams is what he, Harry, would like to see happen to him. He has watched him be tortured and suffer endlessly. Harry had found joy in these dreams. No, he isn't an evil person who wallows in others pain, but more a person who was tired of seeing the people he loved be hurt, and some killed.

The plan was made at the end of 6th year. Harry had decided he was going to destroy Voldemort once and for all. That would start with the horcrux hunt. His friends, being the loyal people they are, said they would go too and as one, would fight to the end, whether it be their end or his. However, it would not begin for 2 more weeks because they had agreed to attend Ron's brother's wedding first. In fact, Mr. Weasley would arrive in the morning to pick Harry up.

In a way, he didn't really want to go. But, he knew that he had to because he needed to be with people who cared about him. And, he had promised. It was just his hope that he would not break down while there or cause any more heartbreak or suffering to his loved ones. If he did, he didn't know whether he could handle it.

Those startlingly green eyes stared around his bedroom, thinking about all of this and taking everything in. His eyes showed all those bottled up emotions, for a person's eyes are the windows to their soul.

By now, it was almost 3 am and he knew sleep was essential, because he was leaving at 9 in the morning. He layed his head back down, in the hopes of peace and tranquility until the morning. But, that hope was very slim because Harry never, in his life, had any peace.

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