Chapter 4 is now redone, yippy! Enjoy the new and improved chapter four. Its still stupid but so much.

"Im so sorry." The officer swallowed. "Your aunt and cousin, you are aware that they were out shopping?" Harry shook his head and the officer continued. "Well they did. They were on they're way home on the highway when a drunk driver hit them, they would have been ok but they spun into on coming traffic." He paused. "A transport truck tried to stop and managed to almost drive into a ditch but the trailer skidded sideways and tipped over landing right on your aunt's car. They didn't stand a chance. Im sorry."

Harry looked at the officer stunned, this had to be some sort of joke right? Petunia and Dudley dead? No. This can't be happening to him, not again! Mom, Dad, Cedric, Sirius, Petunia and Dudley. Not again please not again...

Harry sunk slowly into the seat that had been offered to him earlier. His head fell into his hands and he stared furiously at the floor.

"What about my uncle?" Harry was supervised to hear his voice so steady. He looked up at the officer.

"You uncle is at the hospital right now, he'll be spending the night in a motel across the street from it, so that it'll be easier to contact him for the info they need to collect from him in person." he said standing. "I suppose you'll want a ride to the hospital to see him?" He asked Harry.

"No." Harry said quietly.

"Come now, your in shock, surly you'll want to be with your uncle. This is a tragic advent for your family."

"No! I don't want to see him. He hates me, he wouldn't want to see me, not now." Harry said staring the officer right in the eye and squaring his shoulders.

"I see, you just need time to think about it alone. Well if you need anything, anything at all just call me at this number." He said handing Harry his card. "I'll be back in the morning to see if you've changed your mind." the officer nodded his head to his younger partner and they left with a couple good lucks and sorry's, Harry saw them to the door and locked it behind them. He wasn't completely sure why he'd done that, but he felt weird and his knees were shaking and he felt dazed. He walked back into the living room and sat back down on the chair.

'Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!' 'No! No! No!' 'Not again!' Harry's mind was going crazy! Soon his thought's became so confused that he stopped and starred into nothing for about ten minutes.

Harry suddenly bolted up the stairs. He slammed his bedroom door as hard as he could, and ran over to his stereo and turned it on full blast. Mudvayne's song 'Fucking Determined', blared, hurting his ears but he was thankful for it because it drowned out most of his thoughts. He kicked the wall, a threw himself onto his bed were he punched his pillow over and over again. Till he felt sweat prickle on his forehead, he stoped and screamed ferociously at the wall,

"Ffffffuuckkkkk!" "Fuck you!" "What the hell did I ever do! Huh? What the fuck!"

He punched his pillow again. And again. And again. He jumped off his bed and began pacing furiously, his hands running through his hair over and over and over again. He felt a thousand things at once. Anger, frustration, fear, sadness, and many others that Harry couldn't explain. He needed to get his thoughts under control so he dove for his desk and looked for a blank piece of paper. He couldn't find one. He kicked it, hard. He looked to his wall ready to scream at it again, but the blank, slightly yellowing wall stared innocently back.

Harry had a sudden idea, he took paint from a cupboard in his desk and ran into Dudley's room and took the old sheets that Petunia was going to use to put down when she painted Dudley's room, Harry put the sheets down in his own room, over all the furniture, on the floor everywhere. He went back to his cousin's room and took the paint tins and brought them back to his own room, he filled them with several different colour paints and turned to his wall paintbrush in hand.

Several hours latter, five in the morning, Harry slipped down into the kitchen to grab a drink of water. Harry put his sweating face under the run of water from the tap before taking a glass and filling and refilling it three times. He felt feverish, and needed to do something. He wondered momentarily how Vernon was holding up, but that thought was soon gone as he was back up stairs and with his master piece.

By about nine in the morning he finished. So he went back down stairs feeling hole and much better, flopping down on the couch he thinking, 'I didn't like them anyway.' and fell asleep for the first time in ages.

Knock. Knock. KNOCK! Harry's eyes shot open as he heard someone at the door. It was probably the policemen, as they had promised to return in the morning. Harry stood feeling slightly dizzy and made his way to the front door. The locked clicked and he pulled the door open, it wasn't the policemen but Alix and BJ.

They looked about as stunned as Harry felt at seeing them. They looked Harry over in concern.

"Jeez, you look like shit man." BJ said quietly still gazing at Harry's paint covered clothing, face and hair. His hair stuck out in every which way and he had dark bags under his eyes and was extremely pale.

"I feel like shit." Harry grinned slightly, stepping back so that they could enter, out of the icy rain that fell outside.

"What happened? You looked fine yesterday." Alex said pushing into the hallway and shaking his hair much like a dog would.

"Don't ask." Harry said quietly not really wanting to talk about it yet.

"Oh. Well we were going to the Freak Zone tonight to check out I.R.A. you wanna come with us?" Alex said still looking Harry up and down in sympathy.

"Yeah. I forgot they had a show tonight, I work with the lead vocal." Harry led them into the living room. "But Im going to want to have a shower if you don't mind waiting."

"Go a head, you look like you could seriously use one." Alex grinned.

"And," Harry winced "I have to clean my room."

"We'll help after your shower." BJ said confidently.

"Sure, thanks."

Harry had his shower and dressed with the usual colour theme; black. Black long sleeved button down shirt that he left open to reveal an black and white striped t-shirt, black jeans dangling with chains and his doc's to complete the look.

Harry went back down to the living room to Alix and BJ.

"My rooms up here."

"Were you painting it or something? You were covered in paint when you opened the door."

"Yeah."

"Oh my God!" they had just entered Harry's room. It was painted black from floor to ceiling but the eastern wall was covered in painted vines that looked so real you felt you could touch them. The vines entwined with roses pressed in on a person with black feathered wings with chains that pinned them to the ground. The person, a male, had bangs that fell in his face like Harry's, shielding most of it, but in the painting you could see the agony in what little of the face you could see, and crimson tears rolled down the cheeks. He had a long black, silky cloak with a hood on that flowed like liquid to the ground.

There were random roses painted around the room, two on either side the his bed and a big one above it. The harsh music in the background made the mood all the darker.

"Jeez Potter, you sure your alright?" Alix said in aw. Even the curtains looked like they'd been spray painted.

"Sometimes I wonder." Harry sniggered, picking up a sheet and throwing it in a pile on his bed, which he moved back against the wall. Alex and BJ got the hint and started folding clothing that had been pilled on Harry's bed. Even the furniture had been painted black, with a big red rose and pentagram on the top of his desk.

"You painted this?" BJ asked looking closely at the broken angel typ boy thing on the wall.

"Last night." Alix looked up at Harry surprised, from the shirt he was folding.

"Wow..."

It took them just under an hour to set Harry's room right. So they left the house by about one o'clock to go grab some lunch.

"I know a place downtown where we can grab some pizza?" Alix suggested. Harry's stomach turned over at the thought of the pizza place Alix was referring to.

"Nah. There's a closer place were we could get a cheep but good burger and fries." Harry said.

"Sure."

They followed Harry to the park where a burger stand was set out.

Harry was right. Cheep, only two dollars for fries, a burger and a coke, but better than any they'd ever tasted. They sat around a picnic table taking and joking lightly.

"What times the set start?" Harry asked taking another bite of his cheese burger.

"Seven and it runs till two. Are you going to go to the after party?" BJ asked over a french fry

Harry stared. "I dunno."

"Were probably going, my cousins in the opening act, she invited us to go party with her." Alix said.

"What bands you cousin in?"

"Regional Periwinkle. She plays bass."

"I saw the last set they played." Harry said digging through his pockets for more change so her could grab a coke. "They had by far the best performance there that night."

"Cool, we can introduce you to my cousin." Alix winked slyly.

Ringgg ringgg

"Damnit!" it was the cell phone that Anthony, Harry's manager, had given to him because every time he tried to call Harry at home Harry was out someplace, so he'd given Harry a cell so that he could be reached anywhere. Harry answered,

"Hey Boss."

"Potter, we've got a group of nearly ten kids in here, they all want tattoos, could you get in here and give Amy a hand?"

"Why can't you?"

"Cause Im outta' here it a few minutes. Got an apartment to clean." yeah right.

"Fine I'll be there in twenty." and Harry hung up.

"What was that all about?" Alix asked.

"Just got called into work, a bunch of kids came in and I have to go help." Harry threw his garbage in the trash can next to they're table.

"Shit. That sucks."

"You can come if you want, but it'll take a couple of hours." Harry said as the others followed him from the park. Alix still had his burger which he ate quickly.

"Nothin' better to do, so what do you have to do?"

"Tattoos. Lots of em."

I don't like this chapter, never have but its way better then before I think don't you?

Nikki