I Am A Reject- I am fucking freezing my arse off and it is exactly 4:00 PM (now, 4:01) and I am home alone, and am starving. I haven't had anything to eat all day. So do me a favor, and don't even think about flaming me. I am in one of my dark moods today. My mums can a test to that.

One more thing: I need ships! Harry/Remus, Harry/Ginny, Harry/Sirius, Harry/Draco? Tell me people!

Bold/italic: Dreams

Italic: Memories and spells

Deeper He Falls

"Harry…you need to contact Dumbledore", Remus said. Harry looked at him, his eyes going dark with anger, and betrayal.

"I'll not do any such thing", Harry snapped.

"Why?"

"Because, he's an old, conniving bastard that should bebe- burned at the stake", Harry said fiercely. Remus looked shocked at this.

"Harry, you should give him a chance…" he trailed off at the look on Harry's face. It was positively frightening.

"Give him a chance?" Harry whispered dangerously, "I am going to leave now, I fear that if I don't I will destroy this house".

Harry slowly strode to the door, jerked it open and stepped outside. He then slammed it shut, and stormed downstairs. Nothing about today was going as planned. He hated it here and he hated Dumbledore, and he hated the flipping Ministry for making him out to be an Attention, Seeking lunatic.

Sneering, he went downstairs, and plopped down at the table. Quickly, he drew his wand and disarmed Moody.

"Bloody hell, Potter!" Moody sputtered

"Next, time don't try and stun me with my back turned", Harry said coldly

"I'll do whatever I damn well please!" Moody said gruffly.

"I suggest that it not have any thing to do with me, now get out of the kitchen", Harry ordered.

"You can't order me around".

"No? Well, I just did" Harry sneered. "Get out!"

The windows rattled and the plates on the table burst. The room dropped several degrees. Moody's face was a mixture of fear and realization. It was true…they really had lost Potter. Moody left Harry to calm down.

Harry sat down at the table, his head in his hands. He felt a hand on his shoulder, and jerked around. Anger surged through his body. He fought it down.

"Harry—I'm not going to take long just l—"

"Let me guess, you want a chance to explain? Am I correct?" Harry sneered.

"Yes, Harry".

"I don't give a flying fuck about what you have to say, Professor. Just admit it, you've lost me, and there is nothing you can do".

"You admit to being a death eater?" Dumbledore asked.

"I didn't do any such thing, quit twisting my words. All I said was that you've lost my loyalty, and for that prophecy…screw it. Find someone else to control. I'm tired of being your weapon," Harry said, each time advancing on the head master.

"Harry—"

"I suggest that you be quite", Harry snapped.

They hadn't noticed the people that gathered around them. They were being watched.

"Harry, I want to apologize. I know, that you haven't had the happiest life, but there are other people that have it worst then you do."

Harry's eyes darkened, and again the room's temperature dropped. The house seemed to be rattling where it was.

"Is that so? There are other people that have a harder live then I have? I sure hope you can dig out of this one Dumbledore. I've been through things that most wouldn't dream of. I have to watch my Godfather die every night. I have to feel what Voldemort's victims go through. Every year since I started attending Hogwarts I have been threatened in some way or another. Tell me Dumbledore, are you even trying to protect me?" Harry said, his voice held a certain deathly edge to it.

Dumbledore looked and probably was speechless. He couldn't say anything, and Harry continued.

"And furthermore, are you trying to turn me into the next Dark Lord?—" Dumbledore looked startled.

"In case you haven't noticed, my life is the mirror image of Tom Riddle's. We all know where he went. If I didn't know any better, I'd say I was some sort of experiment. Is that what I am to you, Dumbledore? Am I some experiment? Are you trying to see how much hell you can make me go through before I snap and turn into another Voldemort? Because, if I am then your point is proven. It will happen", Harry hissed.

"I would strongly advise against opening your mouth", Harry warned and swept out of the kitchen, leaving his friends glaring at the head master, the said head master looking defeated. There was nothing he could do now. What ever happened from that point on, was up to Harry himself.

"Don't be a fool", snarled the voice. "Better save your own life and join I…or you'll meet the same end as your parents…. They died begging me for mercy…"

"LIAR!" Harry shouted suddenly.

Quirrell was walking backward at him, so that Voldemort could still see him. The evil face was now smiling.

"How touching…"it hissed." I always did value bravery…Yes, boy, your parents were brave…I killed your father first, and he put up a courageous fight…but your mother needn't have died…Now give me the Stone, unless you want her to have died in vein".

"NEVER!"

"Not Harry! Not Harry! Please—I'll do anything—"

"Stand aside. Stand aside, girl!"

"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off—"

The sounds of stumbling from a room—a door bursting open—a cackle of high pitched laughter—

"Don't expect me to cover up for you again, Harry. I cannot make you take Sirius Black seriously. But I would have thought that what you have heard when the dementors draw near you would have had more of an effect on you. Your parents gave their lives to keep you alive, Harry. A poor way to repay them—gambling their sacrifice for a bag of magic tricks".

"THEN YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED!" roared Black. "DIED RATHER THEN BETRAY YOUR FRIENDS, AS WE WOULD HAVE DONE FOR YOU!"

"Kill the spare"

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Hermione, Harry's seen them!" said Ron, rounding on her.

"Okay", she said, looking frightened yet determined, "I've just got to say this…"

"What?"

"You… this isn't criticism, Harry! But you do…sort of… I mean—don't you think you've got a bit of a—a—saving-people-thing?" she said

He glared at her. "And what's that supposed to mean, a "saving-people-thing'?"

"Well…you…"she looked more apprehensive than ever." I mean…last year, for instance…in the lake…during the tournament…you shouldn't have…I mean, you didn't need to save that Delacour girl…You got a bit… carried away…"

A wave of hot, prickly anger swept Harry's body—how could she remind him of that blunder now?

"…I mean, it was really great of you and everything", said Hermione quickly, looking positively petrified at the look on Harry's face. "Everyone thought it was a wonderful thing to do—"

"That's funny", Harry said through gritted teeth, "because I defiantly remember Ron saying I'd wasted time acting like a hero…is that what you think this is? You reckon I want to act the hero again?"

Only one couple were still battling, apparently unaware of the new arrival. Harry saw Sirius duck Bellatrix's jet of red light: He was laughing at her. "Come on you can do better then that!" he yelled, his voice echoing around the cavernous room. The second jet of light hit him squarely in the chest. The laughter had not quite yet died from his face, but his eyes winded in shock.

"SHE KILLED SIRIUS!" bellowed Harry. "SHE KILLED HIM—I'LL KILL HER!"

"Aaaaah… did you love him, little baby Potter"

"Wormtail" a cold, high-pitched voice called. A plump man stumbled into a dimly lit room. Falling to the ground he kissed the speakers robes.

"You called, Master?"

"I want Sirius Black".

"B-but Master…He's dead".

"No, he is not. There is a book, it's in my study on the desk, I want you to get it and retrieve him from the veil. He will prove useful for me".

Wormtail nodded his head. Even if he had wanted to argue he wouldn't have been able to. He was too afraid of his master.

"Yes, Master it shall be done".

"Wormtail?"

"Yes, Master?"

"Don't disappoint me. I will not tolerate it this time".

"Of course, Master".

Harry snapped awake. He glanced around the room. His eyes rolled into the back of his head. Blackness consumed him. One word lingering unspoken on his lips, "Sirius…"