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Harry was angry but he didn't know why...
Yeah, sure Snape pissed him off but he was used to that.
He was used to the never ending insults and derogatory remarks.
He was used to being taunted and teased, used to be treated like he wasn't good enough... like he was worthless.
All of a sudden he felt a pent of emotions break free.
Anger towards the Dursleys, aggravation towards Snape, but mostly, loss.
His parents, Sirius, Cedric, all of them, gone and their would be many more following them.
He was the leader of a war, a bloody, brutal, fierce war. Where more lives would be wasted, more blood on his hands.
He wasn't a hero.
He was a murderer.
It was his fault his mother and father died. They shouldn't have risked themselves for him, if they didn't, they could still be alive, still be happy, still be together.
It was his fault Sirius was dead, if he had never come to save him at the graveyard he would still be alive.
Then their was Cedric. If he had never been friends with him, if he had never known him or taken the cup with him, he too would still be alive.
It was all his fault, it was always his fault.
The world was so confusing and mysterious.
He always knew he would never live forever, but it seemed as though any moment Voldemort would appear and whisper the two words, spray the green light from his wand, and watch as Harry fell lifeless to the ground.
Then Harry thought about the Dursleys.
If he died they wouldn't even bat an eye?
They never really did care about him after all. Wasn't that why they shoved him in a cupboard and only fed him scraps from the table that they couldn't finish. That's why they made him work till his hands were covered in blisters. That's why they always made sure he was miserable, that he was never happy.
Then again why would they care about him? All he was was a burden on people.
Nobody cared about him. All he was was a soldier. They were training him for battle, then leaving him in the dust.
But he knew that was a lie. Dumbledore, McGonagall, Hermione, Ron, Neville, Seamus, Luna, Fred, George, Ginny, they all cared about him.
But they shouldn't because look what happened to everyone else that cared about him. Voldemort was taking everything from him.
Suddenly Harry didn't care, he didn't care about homework or the essay that was due tomorrow. He didn't care about what Snape was going to do to him for talking to him like that. He didn't care, he just didn't care.
He was more alone then he ever thought, traveling down a dark and lonely road. One he wished nobody else had to travel too, because he was all too familiar with it and what horrors lay inside.
Harry heard the clock strike 11 P.M. which meant it was lights out, how long had he been sitting their? How long had he been thinking?
He fled to the astronomy tower to avoid any encounters with the teachers taking their nightly strolls around the corridors.
As he sat their and looked out he suddenly felt his scar prickling, then tingling, then burning.
All of a sudden it was like he was in a trance.
Voldemort appeared, he was talking to a lady, the lady was screaming, begging, then without warning he whispered the killing curse and she fell dead to the floor. The women had been his mother.
He saw Cedric laying lifeless on the ground, Sirius with his wand, shielding Harry, then another flash of light.
Suddenly he saw Voldemorts face erupt from the clouds and whisper in a voice so cold and silky,
"Harry Potter, the boy who lived, if I cannot take you, I will take everyone else. Everybody you ever cared about and you will be left with nothing."
The last word echoed in his head. He felt as though he was falling to the ground and then once again he lay on the astronomy tower.
Looking up at the ceiling, tears streaked down his face and yelling in pain for the ones he lost and the ones he was going to lose.
"No" he whispered.
"No I won't let you" and with that he jumped to his feet and ran to the edge of the tower.
Now sobbing harry got up and stood on the railing. He looked down and watched as his tear fell the distance to the ground. "You can't take them from me if I don't exist" he whispered then he flew, letting the wind carry off his voice.