Tobias : How's that band director doing ?

Wulfric : Don't ask.

Tobias : Why not?

Wulfric : Do you want to live long enough to give your version of a disclaimer?

Tobias : Yea..

Wulfric : Then don't ask and get on with it.

Tobias : Yes Ma'am! You heard her guys, I'm giving the disclaimer. Now, this is originally JK's story, but being the twisted person she is, Wulfric had to tweak it to make herself happy and then she decided to share it. Enjoy!

It was about a week before the Christmas Holidays, and Voldemort had been exceptionally quiet as of late and that was beginning to worry Albus. He headed down to the Hall for lunch when he overheard a shouting match in one of the empty classrooms. When he recognized the voices, he stayed near the door to see how things were going to turn out.

"Look at the Prophet, look at it! I bet you knew about this one too! That damn scar of yours giving you all of You-Know-Who's plans. I bet you just love to know about them because that makes you special. You and that damn grandfather of yours knowing everything there is and I'm tired of it! What's the point in having you being the bloody "Boy Who Lived" when you are just a damn fake, " screamed Ron.

"Ron, I don't care how you feel, you've ruined what friendship we had. You had always placed too much on fame and money. Do you not realize you had everything I could ever of wished for? Ron, you have a family that loves you. I did not know what love was until I came here, and now I have Granddad. I am sick and tired of your attacks on me that are attempting to destroy what little mental health I have. You have no clue what I deal with and you never will," Harry shouted back.

"Yes, I just want to be the 'Golden Grandchild' of the strongest wizard and I want to have a scar on my head that causes people to bow down to me. Merlin, that must be hard work Mr. Potter-Dumbledore. How do you ever find the time to be the almighty Quidditch Captain and take prefect badges from people, " retorted Ron.

"My. God. Ron. Do you not pay attention? I did not steal it from you in the first place, you were the one who failed a core class, not me. Professor McGonagall chose me to replace you, because she said I was the best one there for the job. Neither Granddad or me had anything to do with that choice."

Harry had meant to end the argument here, but Ron of course had other plans.

"Harry, you get everyone killed don't you see that? Your parents, Cedric, Sirius, Percy, your relatives, and next thing you know your 'family' as you call them seeing as your track record with people you love sucks. Stay away from Hermione though, we love each other, and I don't need you screwing up my life anymore than you already have. You've lost me my brother, and Hermione won't admit her feelings to me because she's afraid of your reaction. Just stay away Harry."

Harry stood there in shock as Ron's final words sunk in. Albus, who was outside of the room still, made to end this when Ron pulled his wand and cast the cutting spell at Harry as to prove what he could do.

"What the bloody hell," exclaimed Harry as the spell made contact with his arm. Ron made to send another spell at Harry when a bright shield sprang up in front of Harry.

"Mr. Weasley, you know the rules about dueling. I will be taking fifty points from your house, and you will have two weeks detention with Professor Snape. Harry, seeing as you allowed yourself to be distracted by words, and got injured in the process you will be helping Madame Pomfrey this Saturday. Oh, and Mr. Weasley, I do not know everything as you put it, and if I hear anything else along the lines of disrespect in such a way, I will have to suspend you. Now, let us head to lunch." Albus said calmly.

"N-no thanks Granddad, I-I have, uh, h-homework I need to do. I'll c-call a house elf if I get h-hungry," stuttered Harry as he headed off towards his room. Ron didn't even acknowledge anything that happened, he just sulked off. Sighing, Albus continued his way to the Hall, but by the time he got there he wasn't very hungry.

Later that night, Harry turned into bed, only to be pulled into a dream world. Upon seeing it, he knew exactly who had created this hell for him to visit.

"Tom," Harry called into the blackness. " What are you bothering my sleep for tonight?"

At hearing that vile Muggle name of his Voldemort stepped from the shadows and answered Harry. " I am bothering your sleep, as you put it, so that I may entertain you tonight. I hope you enjoy what I created for you." With that he faded away, and Harry was pulled into another dream room. Here he saw laying in the middle of the room was his Grandfather. Rushing to his side, Harry realized that Albus was fading away.

Albus looked up at Harry and said softly, " How could you allow Tom to destroy us Harry ? I loved you, and this is what happens."

Harry began crying as he noticed his Grandmother kneeling beside him. " Harry, " she began. " You allowed that creature to take away the love of my life. There is no way I can continue without him. I trusted you and I even loved you." With that being said, the dream Minerva walked off into the dark, and jumped from the edge of the darkness.

The dream continued on and on with different variations and different people. When Harry was finally able to break out, he was anything but okay. He sat up and everything Ron had said to him earlier came to the front of his mind and joined the dream. By the time the dream and the arguement with Ron finished merging together Harry was a wreck.

He wanted to just relieve himself of the pain he had when a little voice in his head said, " You're supposed to go to Granddad when this happens."

Harry answered the voice with, "I know I'm supposed to, but what if that happens? It will be all my fault."

He continued to argue with himself until he just laid back and murmured the spell he hadn't touched since the last major argument with Ron. Not noticing what he was doing, he made the spell just a tad more powerful than usual. Within a minute or two, Harry became dizzy and didn't trust himself to move.

In his own bedroom, Albus was sleeping peacefully until his internal alarms went off. He sat straight up in his bed, and he just knew something was wrong with Harry. Not even taking the time to grab his dressing gown, he rushed out of his room and into Harry's. The sight that greeted him was enough to make him pale.

"Harry," was all he could manage.

a/n: well here we go, chapter twenty six. I never thought I could go this far with the little twisted idea of mine. I got more of Git-Boy and this time Snake Face visited too, and as usual I had too much fun writing out Git-Boy... there must be something up with me.. And sorry, but I kind of suck at writing Voldie Dreams, so that's why it was a small taste, instead of a complete dream.. I spent some time playing with that till i got it to a point were I liked it enough... to the kind reviewers i have.. i love you guys, you all remind me that no matter how vile my school/band director is to me.. i need to write.. so i dont end up with Jordan leading a band of revolters.. :)

Wulfric

(tehe)

Tobias : Are you going to be okay Wulfric?

Wulfric : Eventually.

Tobias : About how long?

Wulfric : When hell freezes over or we get our old director back.

Tobias : Ouch..

(Wulfric throws a Snape worthy glare at Tobias, who immediately winces)