"I think I should probably tell you; Im leaving." Harry looked away from his friends so he wouldn't have to see there faces.

"What do you mean?" Hermione said from her place across the table. Harry heard Ron drop his fork.

"Im leaving. Iv been planing it for a while, though I finally decided Iv had enough, Im leaving."

"Where? Harry talk to us! Who are you? Your not the person we remember." Harry looked up to meet her eyes, then looked over at Ron who nodded glaring at Harry.

"You know, Im not sure any more. Come on lets go walk around the lake or something."

"Yeah."

Snape watched them leave the through the doors, following shortly after. Snape had to 'Potter-sit' three times a week and was steadily learning more about the boy then he had ever expected or wished to know. The boy was a mess in all sense of the word.

He figured it was about to get really interesting, he'd heard Potter muttering something about leaving a few times and now Snape can expect the details of his exodus.

He followed just close enough to hear what was being said.

"Harry, what's been going on with you?"

Potter sighed and stared up at the dark sky, his breath coming out in puffs and drifting away. "Picture this: Your sixteen, not hard right? We're all sixteen, but then add the fact that everybody knows your name and every one of those people expect something impossible from you by placing their very lives into your hands. All the while your still sixteen and trying to balance a life beyond the barrier of insanity, a sixteen year old who within his family alone has had to deal with two murders, a suicide and an accident that killed two of them. Then there are the people who I considered family, all murdered. All the while im still sixteen and trying to cope with myself as a war rages around my head!"

"We know." Hermione looked up at him tying to get his to look back at her.

"Do you?" He asked angrily. Nobody said anything. "Look, I just...I just have to get out, Iv got enough money for a cheap apartment some place in London, or maybe I'll go back to where I lived before where my parents and I lived all those years ago. I don't know nor care, maybe I'll wing it, get up one morning and march into the headmaster's office and declare a farewell and leave without knowing where I'll end up."

"What are you going to do about Voldemort? You're the only person with enough knowledge on Voldemort's weaknesses..."

"You don't think I know that? I wont leave thousands of people to their own pitiful defences, but when I destroy him Im gone from the public eye. No more of this, I want to live in a world all my own, I'll be an artist or a writer or something, maybe leave the country who knows?"

"What about us? Where do we stand in all this!" Ron demanded.

"Where ever you want."

After that conversation, Harry stayed out side wandering around the castle, cigarette in hand. After a while Harry climbed up the breast of a grassy hill and layed down. He lit another cigarette, and lay ignoring the cool breeze that swept his hair across his forehead.

Snape had just decided enough was enough, he'd take off the cloak and drag Potter right down to Dumbledor when the sound of voices reached them across the grass.

He watched Cho Chang and a group of her friends crest the hill and stop startled by Potter's presence.

"Harry?"

"Yeah?" He said rudely. Cho looked rather taken-a-back and disheartened but covered it up with an angry look.

"You know those things can kill you, right?" Cho said challengingly.

"Along with other things, yes." Harry rose up to the challenge.

"You would know."

"And what's that suppose to mean?" Harry standing up now, crossing his arms out of anger and for warmth.

"Don't think what you did to your self is a complete secret. I was in the hospital wing when they brought you in."

He took an extra long drag on his cigarette, disappointed that when he exhaled he wasn't close to enough to gag her."Stupid bitch." He stomped out the cigarette and walked away, pushing past her and her friends.

"Asshole!" she called down to him. He ignored it, knowing that she had every right.

So she knew that Harry had tried to off himself, that just gave him more incentive to leave. He had a vague idea of where he would go; first to see Lucie and see if she'd come with him, then go find BJ, Alix and Dev, maybe crash at one of their houses for a few nights, find an apartment at a cheap price that'll let him move in as soon as possible. It wasn't a fool proof plan since his friends might not want him butting into their personal lives, but Miss Figg would probably let him crash at her place if all else fails. But the big problem is getting people to allow him to take Lucie, if she wants to that is.

He found a tree out near the lake and climbed into it, he sat between two branches his legs tucked into his chest and his arms rapped around his knees. He sat their looking over the lake for how long he didn't know, but when he finally decided to get down and go back to the school it was hours later and he'd have to sneak up stairs to the tower.

When he reached the front doors he opened them slowly glad they weren't locked or he'd have to find his own way in. He slid through the crack and closed them as silently as he could, behind him. He looked up and stoped dead as he looked up to meet the flashing black eyes of Professor Snape.

"Oh shit."

"You can say that again. Im bringing you to the head master's office. Follow me." He swept Harry towards the staircase and through the corridors until he reached the gargoyle before the entranceway to the spiralling staircase to Dumbledor's office.

Up they went until the stairs shuttered into a motionless position and they stepped off. Snape knocked briskly on the oaken door. When no one answered he knocked again. They waited in silence until Snape turned to Harry.

"Stay here." and he went into the office shutting the door behind him. Harry waited leaning against a wall, he let out a stream of breath, disappointed with himself for getting caught.

"It turns out Head Master Dumbledor wont be returning until the early hours of this morning. Come with me to my office where we can have a little chat." Snape said ominously. Harry rolled his eyes' at Snape's back but followed never the less.

They passed deeper into the lower levels of the schools until they reached Snape's office. Snape unlocked the door and they filed inside.

"Sit down." Harry obliged with growing apprehension and annoyance.

"What are you doing out of bed at this hour?" Snape asked, tying to think of a way to get Harry to confess his smoking habit. Snape knew why the boy was out of bed, he needed some alone time.

"Lost track of time."

Snape opened his mouth to say something but he smelt something, and an opportunity was borne.

"Potter, empty your pockets." He watched Harry try and cover up a grimace. Slowly he put his hands inside the pockets of his long leather jacket. He dumped a few coins, a folded piece of paper, and a packet of matches.

"What's this?" Snape said picking the matches from the small pile.

"I like fire."

"And those?" Snape pointed at something poking from his pocket. Harry sighed and dumped the cigarette pack on the desk.

"And what, pry tell, are these?" Snape said with feigned ignorance.

Harry glared at him. "Cigarettes sir."

"And why do you have them in your possession?"

"Holding them for a friend." Snape suppressed a snarl. Score one Harry.

"And that's why you smell like an ashtray?"

"Yes."

"I see. And what will it take to get your friend to quit?" Snape said, tying to score his point back.

"Don't bother. He's tried before, he's hooked on them."

"Then tell your friend he has detention for a week starting tomorrow and that he is not to smoke inside the school walls or around other students. And fifty points will be taken for being out of bed and I will alert the head master of your bad habits. Now go."

Grudgingly, Harry stood and stepped to the door but turned back to Snape, "Can I have those back?" He said indicating to the cigarettes on the desk.

"Normally I wouldn't, but I'll trust you to do as I ask." He tossed them to Harry who quickly left for the Gryffindor dorm. It was empty when he arrived so he plopped unceremoniously into one of the cushy chairs, ignoring Snape's warning and lit up right there.

The next morning, the school's mundane breakfast was interrupted by a great thunder of clumsy wings and cries that sent shivers through the spines of most of the students, It wasn't owl's that came through the high windows but hundreds of large, black ravens they circled swooping down at the students for a few seconds before retreating to the ceiling where they continued to circle. The people who's heads had turned to Dumbledor for assistance now saw him frowning at the deep red howler in his hand, Harry was one of them. He watched Dumbledor tear open the envelope and place it on the table before him where it began to roar.

"DUMBLEDOR!" Came a snake like nightmare of a voice. "IV HAD IT WITH YOU AND YOUR POTTER BOY, WE END THIS WHEN NEXT THE MOON IS FULL, LOOK TO ME BY MIDNIGHT AND PREPARE TO MEET YOUR DOOM!" The voice disappeared leaving the student body's ears ringing as they watched the envelope engulf itself in flame.

"When is the next full moon?" Dumbledor demanded.

"Next Friday!" Harry cried over the mummers.

"Classes are cancelled for today and tomorrow every last one of you will be sent home on the train! You are dismissed to pack and all of your things. Report to your common rooms as soon as your things are packed and you are to stay there!" As one, the school stood and scrambled for the doors, fear thick in the air. As Harry stepped into the hall he was pulled away from the fray by the arm.

"Hey! Wh...?"

"Come with me Mr. Potter." Snape said and turned down the opposite corridor leaving no room for argument. They arrived at Snape's office for the second time in twenty-four hours. Harry sat where he sat the previous night, and watched Snape sit in the chair behind his desk.

"Strait to business; You and I both know that you'll do anything to not get on that train tomorrow."

"Then you know me to well." Harry had no idea where this conversation was going and he wasn't sure he wanted to know.

"Dumbledor strongly suggests that you go to one Arabella Figg's house but I strongly disagree. Do have any ideas as to what magic tricks your going to pull off next Friday?"

"What are you saying?" Harry narrowed his eyes.

"I think that with my help the demise of the dark lord is only five days away."

"What's the catch?"

"No catch. You didn't answer my question."

Harry thought for a moment, then a small grin curved the edges of his mouth. "Not unless you have some old death eater cloaks and a mask lying around?"

"No, but we can make some. Come, we need a better place to plan." They left the office and Snape lead them through a maze of dungeon corridors until they reached a large portrait of none other then Salazar Slytherin.

"Remember this password: Calamity." The portrait swung forward not unlike the portrait of the fat lady. "These are my private rooms, im only letting you in here for a much greater good but the I can easily change my mind as to letting you in here."

Harry didn't say what was going through his head which was, 'I didn't ask to come here so stop trying to sound like a vengeful god, nobody buys your bull shit.' He was lead into a sitting room lined with red candles of varying heights, that when Snape clapped his hands burned forth into life. Around the outline of the room were thick black leather couches with silver lining. The floor was covered with deep green carpet and the walls the same colour. The windows were veiled with silky black curtains, letting no light forth. In the centre of the room was a long table with high backed chairs tucked into it.

"And people wonder about my decorations..." Harry said referring to the paint job of his bedroom back at the Dursly's.

"If you don't like it, you can leave."

"No, Its great.-truthfully-It's the perfect atmosphere for planing death and destruction." He said as he walked along the fireplace looking at the statues lined upon the mantle.

"After today, you'll have to move down here, I'll have a house elf bring our meals. We have until Thursday, as Friday I join the dark lords ranks, to figure out a fool proof plan to destroy him."

Harry nodded taking a seat at the table in the centre of the room.

Snape sat across from him, his hands snaked together. "Tell me exactly what you have in mind."

"I need to be close to him, very close."

A/N: HEHEHEHE! The destruction of our dear voldy is on the way in the next chapter, migh not get finished this week since the next chapter is going to be lengthy, but I hope you enjoyed this one!

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Nikki