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Umm warnings: Very gory, violent, angst, and a nice fluffy love story right in the middle of it. Slash, evil Gryffindors, crazy teachers, and no more warnings. I don't want to give all o it away. Please no flaming (I have an aversion to being flamed). But, if you must then I will laugh at them and give you cookies because you tried.

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Chapter 2: I am not Myself Anymore

Harry walked mechanically through the halls. Everyone ignored him and he ignored them too. He had no choice in the matter though. Seamus had ordered him to. Seamus had said look down at the floor and walk to your class, pay attention in class, take down your notes, and do not forget to do what you are told to by the teacher. If Harry could snarl, he would have.

He did not understand why he could not throw off the curse that had been placed on him. He had promised himself that the moment he did, though, all hell would break loose. He hated people, but mostly he hated Seamus and his sick little games. Every night Seamus would demand that Harry acknowledge him as 'The Conqueror' and then make Harry surrender to him fully. Harry believed that the only reason he could still think for himself was because of his hatred of the Wizarding World. He mentally winced when he remembered following Seamus to the Headmaster's office.

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He followed silently behind Seamus as he had been ordered to. Seamus, just this morning, had laughed at him to his face and called him worthless. Seamus told Harry that he had no right to walk beside him.

Harry wanted to jump him, rip the idiotic boy's fingers off and force-feed them to him. A Voldemort sounding laugh echoed in his head. Finnigan was so lucky that due to the spell he could not do what he was thinking. He felt like an idiot for not listening to his dreams. They were always there for him, warning him about danger.

But when he had this dream, the dream where he had seen his whole house was going to turn on him and Seamus was going to control him, he had let it slide thinking that it was utter nonsense.

He could hear the woman who gave him the gift ranting in the back of his head for not listening to his visions in the first place. The old lady was long gone but he could not help but feel he had let her down. Harry would have smiled sadly if he had been able to. He attempted one more time to force his way from the magical bond. Again it did not work. So, unwillingly, he entered the Headmaster's office with Seamus.

"Ah, my boys. How are you?" Seamus grinned and sat. Harry obediently stood a little behind him.

"My boy, take a seat!"

He felt his body wince and shake for a moment but he stayed standing doing nothing. He could not even apologize to the man for refusing a seat. Instead he stared at the Headmaster hoping that his eyes would give away the problem at hand.

"Ah! I see!" The twinkle in Headmaster Dumbledore's eyes brightened. "I believe that this was a smart plan, Mr. Finnegan."

Had Harry been capable of opening his eyes wide and raising his eye brows, he certainly would have. Instead, he took his anger out in his head. "The bloody fool knows that I'm in this…this…position! The fucking asshole! How could he betray me? Damn him!...Damn it all to hell! I knew the minute I met this ass he would get me in trouble…but nooo. I just had to get sucked up in his fantasy world." Harry felt like crying. He wanted to rant and throw things through the window. He wanted to finish destroying this office and start on the people in it… He wanted to do more than throw things at the Headmaster's head.

No, he doesn't deserve that title, the title of Headmaster. I want to kill Albus Dumbledore. You will rue the day you betrayed Harry Potter!

Seamus let out a laugh. He knew what Harry's inner conflict was. He smirked at Harry before ordering him, "Go to your first class and do what the teacher tells you to."

Harry felt his body move of its own accord.

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And that is how Harry's week started. He absolutely hated the Wizarding world now- Those hypocrites. Seamus had no problem boasting on and on about his sexual relationship with Harry and it sickened the smaller boy. It was a one-sided relationship that made him physically ill. Hell, it wasn't even a relationship. It was rape- every single night.

Harry walked into Potions class and sat in a seat in the back all by himself. He felt his body relax slightly. It was always like this when Seamus was far away from him. When the Master is far away from the victim, the victim's body can act on its own accord. He read that in Curses and Hexes by Grffnifor Haunter, his DADA book that he managed to read when Seamus wasn't looking.

He must be skipping Harry thought. For the first time all week he was in control of his own body. Harry had found out a lot about the Impainsis curse over the last week. He learned the name of it while Ron was using him for a punching bag and bragging about how he loves this Impainsis curse…

All of Harry's efforts to keep Voldemort out of his head had been destroyed. The once mild barrier would go down and expose him to visions that confused him and angered him all at the same time. He was confused at the visions because he thought that Voldemort was crazy. Harry simpered when he reflected on his last vision. His own seer visions were now so hopelessly jumbled into the mass of confusion all because he wasn't thinking clearly anymore.

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Voldemort was sitting on his throne looking down on everyone. He looked fondly at two of his Death Eaters. That had surprised Harry. He was even more surprised when Voldemort said, "Hello, my followers." He spoke in a cool controlled voice. True, the man looked as if he was hit by a shovel several times and had been badly beaten elsewhere with the ugly stick but Harry could tell he was tired.

"My followers, I have grave news to tell you." The voice reminded Harry of Dumbledore's voice when Harry had been a first year. He was calm and collected: his voice washed over everyone comfortingly. This also surprised Harry because he too was affected. Harry wanted to listen to this peaceful voice.

"Dumbledore has captured and destroyed two of our fellow wizards." He swished his hand and showed a screen. "He sent this to scare us." The screen pictured two people, a man and a woman. Manacles bound their wrists and ankles. They were being stretched on a rack-like device by Mad Eye Moody.

Harry gasped, sickened at the horrid sight. He could barely believe that the 'light' side would do this. "OH but they can!" a voice echoed in his head, sounding oddly like Sirius. It continued, "Just look at what they are doing to you."

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Harry snapped out of his daydream when Snape breezed into the room like a grade 6 hurricane. He glared everyone in the eye as he stormed to the front of the room. Harry noticed that Snape's eyes had rings under them. They were black! He looked like he slept less than Harry.

Harry called himself stupid when he brought up that matter. Seamus refused to let him sleep all week. It was an order so he remained awake all night; anytime he was about to doze off, the magic would produce a sting that made him cry out in pain. Seamus would then laugh next to him. Seamus had taken a liking to Harry's bedroom and had insisted that Ron move into Seamus' old room so that Seamus could 'share' Harry's room. The reality of it was he wanted full 'access' to the smaller boy.

Access meant that Seamus could force himself on Harry any time he wanted to. Harry shivered. He hated Seamus so much for forcing this on him. He hated him. But that hate only flared slightly and he was unable to do anything about the situation. Harry tried, but he really was unable to do anything…yet.

"Mr. Potter, are you even listening to me?" Snape looked ready to come unhinged but then he always looked like that so Harry just looked at him impassively. The spell on his voice precluded him answering even if he had wanted to.

Snape smirked at him and raised his voice so that the people in the hall could hear, "50 points from Gryffindor! Now get your potions ingredients."

Harry was seething mad at the sodding old prick and would have loved to tell him what to do with his 50 points. He was tripped just before he sat back down and that made him even angrier. He had been purposefully tripped by a Gryffindor but did not bother to even look up, everyone was against him now- Seamus had made sure of that.

"Do not trust him!" Seamus had said in response to the Gryffindors in the common room when they had all surrounded them and demanded that Harry explain why he was ignoring everyone. "He can turn on anyone at any moment. I'm the only thing left anchoring him to this world." Seamus had boasted.

Harry had just gazed down at his feet. He was sitting near the chair cross-legged while Seamus petted his hair. Harry felt like the slave which he really was at this point.

"Isn't that right, Harry?" Harry noticed the flare in the other boy's eyes. He nodded his head and returned his gaze to the floor. He heard the whole room gasp at what he had just agreed to: he was going crazy and the only thing holding him was Seamus.

Seamus had been pleased with the result of that announcement. None of the Gryffindors gave Harry the consideration. They found it more fun to torture him because he was evil. It was odd though because they all treated Seamus and Ron with the utmost respect. (Harry wasn't sure why Ron was treated with respect but he would find out later…) Seamus was just the bravest man they could think of because he took such a risk to keep Harry sane even though Harry didn't deserve it.

If Harry had been capable of rolling his eyes, he would have! The only thing that lie had done was make their 'pretend' relationship open. Since Seamus and Harry were a couple now, it was perfectly acceptable to everyone if they saw Seamus smack Harry's arse or randomly kiss him on the cheek at the dining table. Full out snogging sessions in the hall ways were greeted with lewd comments from everyone and often egged on the one-sided snog fests Seamus seemed to enjoy.

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From the Slytherin side of the room, Draco watched Harry, more irked than he cared to admit over the other boy's behavior. After all the years of their rivalry, Draco was used to the useless banter and it confused him that they did not even exchange hollow words any longer. Just before the end of last year, Draco could have sworn that their banter was almost friendly. They had not had an argument since then… he missed the fact that Potter was no longer trying to keep him on his toes.

Here it was October now and Harry just did not talk at all. 'Are you concerned?' A little voice in his head asked? Draco could not hold in the snort and he blushed slightly when he saw Pansy look at him a bit oddly. He made a funny face that she knew was his way of asking a question and nodded toward Potter.

Pansy looked at him appraisingly for a second then shrugged. She was looking when she saw Ron purposefully trip Harry. She turned quickly back to Draco and saw his eyes flare in surprise.

Both Slytherins raised a brow at each other when they realized that Harry absolutely refused to acknowledge the incident. Draco decided to watch the boy a little longer, trying to figure out what was going on. Pansy seemed to be doing the same thing.

They both noticed Harry's body go rigid and he dropped his ingredients when Seamus entered the room. He did not bother to pick up the ingredients, he just stared at the Finnegan character.

Draco saw Snape gathering himself to deliver a vitriolic lecture at the little Gryffindor. He did not want to happen; he wanted to see what Finnegan was doing to Harry, so he caught the professor's eye and lifted his hand to indicate that he should wait.

Draco was curious as to why Harry reacted like that when Seamus went up to Harry and put his hand on his shoulder. Draco made careful note of the fact that all sound and movement had stopped and the Gryffindors were all staring avidly at them eagerly awaiting the outcome of the confrontation.

Seamus gripped the shoulder so hard Draco winced in sympathy when he heard what he thought was a bone crack.

Harry's head nodded slowly as he listened to what the other was saying then bent down to pick up the mess. When he did all the Gryffindors began their incessant whispering again.

Draco was almost sickened by the scene. There was something horribly wrong here. The Golden Boy should not act like that. He nodded to Blaise to find out what was going on. Then he turned back as Sanpe swooped in and began to rant at Harry. Draco continued to stare at Harry, watching for a reaction and was disappointed when none came. The boy was completely silent and took in what Snape was saying without a word.

The lack of emotion from Harry was beginning to scare the hell out of the blond. He was so curious he was lightheaded from forgetting to breathe properly. Then he jumped when he felt a tap on his shoulders and was handed an ear piece that recorded all the comments that Blaise could hear.

He touched the little contraption with a small push of magic and inserted it into his ear. It was modeled after a small recorder that the muggles invented. Blaise and Draco had been working on the small recorder for years and had finally perfected it over the summer. They were both quite pleased with it.

Draco was confused, the conversation he was hearing made no sense whatsoever. "Did you see that? Seamus is so brave to…" the comment was cut off by another one. "I can't believe he reacted like that. Now I feel so much better! I can rest at night knowing that Seamus has a good hand on that evil git!" another response followed after that, "I agree! I was getting worried that Potter (his name was spit out quite hatefully) was going to kill us all at night while we sleep! The things Seamus told us about him trying to escape to go to…. He who must not be named! And, a touch on his hand can make him come back to the Light! OH! It is just so romantic! If the love of my life was going crazy I don't know what I would do. Seamus is so brave! And he carries such a burden."

The girls giggles brought Draco back from his stunned state. He looked over at Blaise and frowned. "The touch of his lover's hand and he decided to become good again? What the hell are they playing at?" Draco whispered harshly. "That story is absolutely ridiculous!"

Blaise nodded to indicate his own skepticism. "Potter is now hated by his own house. But they have not kicked him out because Finnegan says that he has a good handle on him."

Draco lifted an eyebrow.

Blaise understood that look: 'get more information.' "I will just be asking Thomas what he knows." He nodded to Dean.

"I think there is more going on here than what meets the eye." Draco said matter of factly.

Pansy just gazed at Harry in confusion as they passed him. Once they were all out in the hall she spoke, "Can you see it? He hates and fears everyone at the same time." She wasn't about to admit that her mothering instincts were kicking in. The flare of pure hate she had felt from the boy had not scared her because she had felt the pain prompting it. "Draco, I can't believe I am saying this but we need to help him." She fidgeted slightly then continued, "But if he.."

She was cut off by Blaise. "This could be what we need."

Draco understood what Blaise was trying to say. "I think this will giveus the advantage."

Blaise knitted his eyebrows together. "Draco, what are you trying to say?"

Draco just nodded to Pansy then clarified. "Pansy is right. So are you. We just have to get a little bit more information. When we know exactly what is going on we act. Not until then… We want to help Potter, yes? We don't move fast and make mistakes."

The other two conspirators nodded their heads in agreement.

Draco grinned at Pansy, "Find out everything you can from the younger years without raising suspicion." She nodded.

"Blaise, you know what to do?" Blaise smiled shyly and batted his eyes as a certain dark skinned Gryffindor walked past. 'Oh, yes, I know exactly what to do!' He thought