Deeper He Falls

Author's Note: If you don't like the new 3rd chapter then get over it. I can't really help that. I didn't like the other 3rd chapter. I'm thinking of making this slash, what do you people think? Remus/Harry, if I don't make it slash it'll be Harry/Ginny. Tell me what you want. Either way people, I want you to know this story won't have a happy ending.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter…

Harry stared blankly out the window, going over the dream he had just had. Looking at the letter he had just received from Remus. He wasn't all to surprised that Remus didn't blame or hate him. It wasn't in the werewolf's nature to hate people. Well, that is most people. Harry was pretty sure that he hated Voldemort. Harry read the letter again.

Harry,

Yes, we all read your letter, and I only have to tell you a few things, and ask you a question. Why? Why did you do it? I mean, we all love you, well most of us do. I think you may have gotten yourself a few more enemies from the order. Harry, what ever you choose, I will stay by you, and be there for you. I don't think I could ever hate you. I want you to write me back. Soon, Harry not ten days from now. I want to know that you are safe.

Love,

Moony

Harry couldn't help but let a smile curl on his face. He figured that the Order had gotten his letter. He had known right away, when Hedwig had come back all ruffled looking and pissed off, but he couldn't stop thinking about what Remus had asked. Why had he done it? What was his motive behind it? Did he actually have a motive?

His time he had spent with his friends was becoming more and more distant. Did he truly hate them? No, he didn't, he couldn't hate them. Did he truly hate Dumbledore? Yes, he did, it was his fault that Sirius was dead. Dumbledore had kept him in the dark for so long about his life. Finally, telling him about his destiny after he had lost his godfather.

Harry Potter was dead. The Harry Potter they had known died along with his godfather. He had been dieing before that. A little piece had died when his parents were killed, and then when Cedric had been killed, but the part that had died the most was when Sirius was killed.

If it was anybody's fault, it was Dumbledore's. It was Dumbledore's fault for keeping him in the dark about his life. Dumbledore should have expected this…

The Order

"Do you think we ought to try and find him?" Remus asked. Snape shook his head and glared at the werewolf.

"If Potter wants to be found then we could find him, all I can say is good riddance to the boy", Snape sneered.

"Severus, it's people like you that pushed him into turning!" Remus snapped angrily, trying to control his temper.

"You know, we should have all seen this coming?" Mrs. Weasley voiced. Everybody turned to stare at her.

"We kept pushing the poor boy, and I think the loss of his godfather had something to do with it", when she said this she glared at both Dumbledore and Snape.

"I don't understand why somebody would mourn for the mutt", Snape snapped.

"Don't you dare say that! He was my best friend, but I suspect that you wouldn't understand anything about having friends, now would you, Snivellius?" Remus snarled.

Snape turned red with either anger or embarrassment, maybe even both. Never had anyone heard Remus Lupin, the usually soft spoken man use that tone with anyone. Not even Snape himself.

The room was quite and Remus and Snape were still glaring at each other murderously. The only thing that kept them from killing each other was the table that was between them.

"Oh, Lupin I think we both know that you and Black were more then friends", Snape drawled. Remus didn't say a word and neither did Snape.

"Get out", Remus said quietly.

"You can't order me out of this house, it isn't yours", Snape snapped.

"No, you're right it's not mine, it's Harry's and I know that he wouldn't want your greasy filth in his house", Remus countered. Snape narrowed his eyes and with a 'pop' he was gone.

"This fucking blows", Harry grumbled packing his things. He hadn't been asleep for more then four hours, and he had dreamt about Voldemort. Stupid asshole, Snape should rot in hell, Harry couldn't help but think that maybe he had made a mistake.

Well, of course he had, he just went and basically sold his soul to the Devil. Now they were looking for him, just perfect, another thing to add to his to-do list. Stay away from Voldemort, and kill Snape.

Mentally sighing, he wondered where he could go. The Weasley's were out of question, and he couldn't go back to the Dursley's. There was only one place left to go…Grimmauld Place.

Harry walked down the stairs his trunk in tow. He walked out of Diagon Alley after getting Tom to shrink his things. Harry walked to an abandoned alley. He raised his wand and waited for the rumble of the Knight Bus. Harry barely listened to Ernie.

"Blimey, you're 'Arry Potter!" Ernie gasped.

"No, really?" Harry snapped sarcastically.

"So where you headed?" Ernie asked.

"13 Grimmauld Place".

Harry's things were put beside a bed which he collapsed upon. It seemed only ten minutes later that he was shaken awake. He stepped off of the bus and walked down the street.

Harry stood facing the one house he vowed never to set foot in again. Were it not for the circumstances he wouldn't have come, but he needed to find Remus. He wouldn't stop looking until he did find him. Opening the door he stepped in, quietly minding the portrait on the wall. He looked around wandering into the dinning room.

"Remus?" He called, stepping lightly avoiding the creaking boards. He heard a shuffle behind him. The lights flickered on. He turned, looking ahead right into the blazing eyes of Tonks.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, her eyes flickering. Harry didn't waver he stood ram-rod straight.

"Well, as far as I'm concered it's my house, and I need to find Remus", Harry said, backing away trying to give her no reason to curse him. He already knew that he had earned a few enemies. He smiled wryly; it was amazing how fast one would turn on you. Yet, he had already known that. Though to tell the truth he hadn't expected it to happen so fast.

"I know, you are pissed", Harry simpered. This only seemed to infuriate Tonks even more.

"Now, why would you ever think that?" Tonks bit sardonically.

"Well, it could be that you have your wand pointed between my eyes, but that's just me", Harry said.

"Fine, but I'm putting you in binds", she snapped. Harry didn't protest but he sure as hell felt like it.

"Stupid, crazy bitch", Harry mumbled, walking into the kitchen where everyone else currently was, Moody looked up.

"Did you find out what was wrong?"

Harry stepped out from behind Tonks, who he had been using as a human shield from any stray curses. The room went deathly silent, it like they had never seen Harry before. Yet, they all had, and this time was no different. Well, maybe just a little, but hardly the problem. See the problem here was is that they all wanted to rip Harry James Potter to shreds. And who could blame them?

Certainly, not Harry himself, he thought they deserved it. After all, were it not for Dumbledore and his life altering secrets, Harry would have never written the letter in the first place. Sure the prophecy stated that Harry was the only person that could defeat Voldemort. It was his destiny, and he hated it.

Kill or be killed.

His destiny.

Fuck his destiny.

It was his life and he decided what he wanted it to be like. Not some seventeen year old prophecy that predicted his life. He hated the prophecy, he hated his life. All of it he just wanted out, and he had went to Voldemort. Why had he done it? That was still a question that was on his mind.

"What is he doing here?" Moody questioned, glaring at the raven-haired boy. Harry winched at his voice and stepped backwards. This was not going as planned. They all looked like they wanted to kill him.

"What should we do with him?" Tonks asked.

Well, technically Harry hadn't really done anything yet. All he had tried to do was send a letter to Voldemort, but that was not successful. So why did they want to kill him again? Oh, they all thought that he was a death eater.

Could his day get any worse? Yeah, probably it always did. People were still staring at him, and he was getting a bit uncomfortable. Actually that seemed to be their motive trying to make him as awkward as possible. They sure were doing a good job at it.

"What's going on down here?" a voice asked from the living room. Harry jerked around, it was Remus. Dunking Tonks, who had tried to grab him he bounded across the room, and behind Remus. He decided that using Remus as a human shield would be better, because unlike Tonks, Remus wouldn't actually move.

"Harry, what are you doing here?" Remus, unlike Moody and Tonks didn't sound hateful. He sounded somewhat happy, but mostly he sounded relieved. For that Harry was grateful. At least somebody cared for him.

"I didn't have any where else to go", Harry said. Remus nodded and motioned him up the stairs. Harry stepped into what seemed to be Remus' room. He sat on a chair and waited as Remus shut and locked his bedroom door.

"You have some major explaining to do, you know that right?" Remus asked his rather sternly. Harry had to nod his head, or Remus might get mad at him. Harry sighed and began what he felt like telling, which was not the whole truth.

Author's Note: I hope this is long enough for you. I tried to make it long. Well, I did, it's longer then all of the other chapters. Okay, enjoy. Okay, I want to say that I did mot make a mistake with the Address. Harry said that because it was closest to number 12, and well you can't see number 12. So he said number 13, and number 12 is the Order, do you really think he's going to tell them that address?