Deeper He Falls

Author's Note: Yay! I got six reviews; ok anyway here is the next chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Cause we lost it
Nothing lasts forever
I'm sorry I can't be perfect
Now it's just to late
And we can't go back
I'm sorry I can't be perfect

--Perfect Simple Plan

Standing all alone in the darkness that had enveloped the world was man. A broken man that had always seemed to have been in places he should never have been. Thus, so the man had lost everything he had held dear. He was lied to, deceived, betrayed, and used as a weapon of some mass destruction. Not anymore, he wasn't Dumbledore's toy anymore. So what, he was about to damage the Potter name, and put it to shame.

There is no good and evil there is only power and those to weak to seek it.

Those words echoed in his head, playing out and tormenting him. This was his choice, was it the right choice? It had to be, no one would miss him. Dumbledore had brought this on to himself. Staring at the sky Harry's face became impassive. His eyes shining with the condescension he held for Dumbledore. Harry raised his arm wand in hand. Then out of nowhere a triple Decker bus appeared. Harry barley listed to the speech he paid the guy his money and went to the bed. Sleeping only as much as he could the dreams plagued him.

Harry got off the bus and went to the leaky cauldron. Asking Tom for a room after he got his key he made his way up to room 957. Opening his door Hedwig greeted him. He smiled and looked at her.

"You'll be my only friend after I'm through", he stated simply. She cocked her head a bit confused at his words, but did nothing.

Voldemort,

I don't know what to say to you. I mean, where do I start? I'm sure you didn't see this coming, but the suppositions of everyone else were true, when they bet on me eventually joining you. Actually, I'm not even sure if this is what I want, all I know, is that I want revenge. I don't want to be the Boy-Who-Lived anymore; I want to get away from that shadow. It's smothering me, and I can't breathe. Hell, I don't even know why I'm doing this, I offer you my loyalty, but I don't know for how long or when. I just want this to end.

Sincerely,

Harry Potter

Harry felt his face harden, and he couldn't help but wonder what the hell he was getting himself into. Harry tied the letter to Hedwig's leg and sent her off.

Order of the Phoenix

Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts bore a grim expression. This was it and he had not expected this to happen. Those around him waited anxiously for his words, but none expecting what they were about to hear. Dumbledore bowed his head in defeat and sat down heavily.

"I called this meeting to discuss, Harry Potter," Dumbledore's tone was harsh, cold, and heavy. Everybody turned towards him one set of eyes holding what looked like suppressed fear and skepticism.

"It seems that we have lost him," He said sighing heavily. One voice stood out above all the other. The one that shouted, "What do you mean lost, where is he?"

"Remus, I know where he is; I'm talking about his loyalty".

"No, you're wrong, Harry wouldn't do that!" Remus protested loudly. Albus nodded his head and held up a piece of parchment.

"This is my proof. It is a letter to Voldemort from Harry if you wish to read it come forward", everybody stepped forward and then there were several stifled gasps. They all shook their heads in disbelief. It was Harry's handwriting, but it wasn't his style. Hard knowledge came upon them as they slapped their hand on their mouth.

They had lost their savior.

Harry Potter has betrayed them.

They were screwed.

Shit.

Author's Note: (cringes) Yes, shortness, I know it sucks and I agree, but you see the longer the chapters are the more my mind seeps into writer's block, so this was more chapters. So, anyway read, review be happy, no flames

Beta Note: -- I think it was very good. BAD HARRY! Smacks Harry on the head