Mindset

He clung on to her arm, tighter than he'd ever held onto anything before. Anger was seeping through him and he just wanted to hurt something.

Harry looked around and saw the gates of Hogwarts still open for him. The wind was lashing out and the trees were breaking apart at the branches.

"Harry!"

Mrs Weasley's voice made him jump; he had quite forgotten she was there. Before he knew it her arms were around him in a giant hug.

"You saved me Harry!" She cried, looking him in the eyes, "Thank you so much!"

Harry didn't look at her or say a word. He was too angry to speak. He wanted to kill Voldemort, but he couldn't help thinking that wasn't why he was angry. His eyes narrowed once more and Mrs Weasley jumped back in fright.

"Harry?" She asked. She wasn't sure what had happened, but something very strange.

He finally looked at her and whispered, "Did he get you?"

"What?" She asked, in a state of shock.

"Did he torture you?" He asked louder.

"No, I was just scared, Harry dear…" Mrs Weasley replied.

"Right, hospital wing then…" He murmured as he stood up slowly, gasping at the pain he was now in.

"Harry!" Mrs Weasley screamed.

"What?" Harry shouted back.

Slowly she lifted her finger and pointed at the bulk of Harry's body. He looked down and saw his clothes soaking with blood. His arms, legs and stomach were torn and bleeding from the thorns he had walked through. He wobbled slightly on the spot but held out his hand to help Mrs Weasley to her feet. Slowly they started walking across the Hogwarts grounds, fighting against the wind. Harry had to keep steadying himself when he almost fell over; his body was far too weak to keep up the fight all the way to the castle.

"Harry!"

Mrs Weasley bent over as she tried to pull Harry back up, but it was no good. He lay there on the ground, unconscious.


"Harry, Harry?"

Slowly Harry opened his eyes to see blinding sunlight in the room and quickly he shut them again.

"Come on, mate, open your eyes."

Ron's voice forced him to open them wider, and slowly his best friend came into clear view.

"Oh Harry!" Hermione cried from the other side of his bed, "I'm so glad you're ok!"

She went to hug him but decided against it when she saw the cuts all over his torso.

"What time is it?" Harry asked, "How long have I been unconscious?"

"It's three o'clock Harry," Hermione answered.

"It all happened last night," Ron added, "You haven't been out of it that long."

Harry nodded and looked around the room. He was in the hospital wing, and he saw Mrs Weasley sitting on a bed the other side of the room from them, staring at him.

"Is, is your mum ok?" Harry asked tentatively.

Ron and Hermione looked at each other nervously, and Harry could tell that and awkward statement was coming his way.

"She's fine mate, but, err, she said something about you, she's a bit frightened," Ron replied carefully choosing his words.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked.

"Well, she said that, last night, when you got back here, something happened to you," Hermione said awkwardly.

At Harry's confused expression she continued; "She said something happened to your eyes… Like they, they turned into Vol… Voldemort's eyes," She forced herself to say.

"What?" Harry said, fighting the urge to laugh.

"She said they turned snakelike and red," Ron said simply.

"Well she must have just been scared," Harry said, "She did see him last night after all."

Ron and Hermione exchanged another nervous glance before Ron went on.

"She said that when you first apparated back here that you wouldn't let go of her and you were gripping her so tight you were hurting her arm."

Harry looked at them both angrily. "Look, what are you accusing me of here?" He asked, his voice raised.

"Nothing!" Hermione replied quickly, "It's just that, he has, you know… Powers."

"So do I!" Harry shouted back, "Are you saying he's inside of me or something?"

Hermione looked at Ron and lowered her head to look at the ground.

"I think you should go," Harry said quietly.

"What?" Ron replied in shock.

"Well, I save your mum's life and in return, you accuse me of having the most terrible wizard in the world inside of me!" Harry shouted.

"Harry!" Hermione tried.

"GET OUT!" He shouted loudly at them. Hermione instantly turned and grabbed Ron's hand to lead him out.

When they were gone, Harry turned to look at Mrs Weasley, who still stared at him, looking terrified. She looked away after a few seconds and lay down on her bed, facing the opposite direction.


Harry woke up two days later, still in the hospital wing (Madame Pomfrey wouldn't let him leave until the wounds were totally gone). Mrs Weasley had gone back home the day after he had had the fight with Ron and Hermione, and he was feeling a bit guilty. He hadn't meant to make her scared of him. He had been thinking about his anger and realised that if was probably because Voldemort was angry. It was true, Voldemort could pass his emotions onto Harry, even though he didn't mean to.

Ron and Hermione had not been back to see him since their fight, and Harry was upset about that. All he needed right now were his friends, but for two whole days he hadn't seen anyone apart from Madame Pomfrey. Which is why he was very surprised that morning to see Ginny sitting next to his bed.

"Hi Harry," She said quietly.

"Hi," He replied, not really knowing what to say.

"How are you?" Ginny asked.

"Ok I guess," He replied, looking down at his naked torso. Madame Pomfrey said it would heal quicker if nothing was on it, not even bandages. "You?" He asked.

"I'm ok," She replied, "Listen Harry, thank you for helping mum, I don't know what I would have done if anything happened to her."

"Well I wasn't going to leave her to die was I?" He said rhetorically.

"No, I knew you'd help us," Ginny smiled.

"What happened when I left that night then, did anyone wake you up or what?" Harry asked curiously.

"Ron went and got McGonagall and she came to wake me and Hermione up," Ginny explained, "Then us three couldn't do much but wait in her office when she went off to tell the Order. She was back in a flash though, and all four of us were just waiting."

"How long was I gone?" Harry asked.

"About an hour," She replied, "And then mum ran in and told us you were unconscious on the ground outside. I tell you, I've never seen Ron so angry in my life! He was going berserk at mum for leaving you on your own and outside in such horrible weather."

"Well, I'm ok anyway," He said, smiling at the thought of Ron being so angry.

There was an awkward pause as Harry tried to think of something to say, but Ginny got in first.

"Harry," She said timidly, "Everyone is talking, and, they all think you killed Voldemort that night. Because nothing has happened with Death Eaters or Voldemort since before you went to the forest that night…"

Harry looked away quickly, afraid that he was going to get angry again, but nothing happened, so he looked back at her and replied, "No, he's not dead."

"Oh," Ginny looked sadly at her feet and sighed.

"But he will be Ginny," Harry smiled at her.

"What?" She asked.

"As soon as I get out of here," He explained, looking pointedly at the room he was in, "I'm going to kill him."

"Harry, he can't die can he," She said patronizingly.

He looked grumpily at her, "You haven't asked me what happened in the forest that night though, have you?" He said, raising and eyebrow at her.

At Ginny's confused look, he went on, "I killed it, Ginny. I killed the snake, the last Horcrux! Otherwise Voldemort would have me dead right now, I would never have saved your mum or anything, I'd be dead in that forest and no one would know where I was."

He said it proudly, his chest puffing out.

"I don't understand," Ginny said.

"Look, Voldemort was about to kill me, but I killed the snake, the last Horcrux and it knocked him of his feet. He only has one seventh of a soul left now, doesn't he, so he's weak. That's why there's been no Death Eater activity in the past two days. I expect he's been trying to gain a little more energy. And the reason I scared your mum so much was because he was so angry at me for destroying all the Horcruxes; he didn't even know we were doing it!"

Harry had spoken so fast and proudly that half the words he had said had gone straight past Ginny's head. But she understood one thing; Harry could now kill Voldemort with no trouble. And he was weaker than Harry now.

"So you think that as soon as Madame Pomfrey lets you leave you're going to do it?" She asked.

"Yeah of course I am, and I'm going to do it in front of everyone, all the people who think I can't do it because I'm weak," Harry's tone was beginning to scare Ginny, he was so determined, and it was like he was planning it on the spot. How much he wanted to kill this person, it was murder.

"Maybe you should rest a bit first?" Ginny suggested.

"Rest? I'm resting in here!" Harry replied.

"But Harry, you never know what Voldemort is planning, you need to be careful," Ginny tried.

"Shut up Ginny," He said carelessly, "You don't know what you're talking about, I'm the one killing him not you!"

"I'm just trying to help," She said sadly.

"You could have helped the other night!" Harry yelled at her, "All I wanted was someone to turn to, but you refused me and left!"

"Harry!" Ginny shouted back, "What's happened to you?"

"Nothing!"

"You're obsessed with murder! I don't know who you are anymore!"

"Stop being so pathetic! I just want revenge! He's killed almost everyone who's important to me! I want to kill him before he gets you, Ron and Hermione as well!"

"Stop lying!" Ginny shouted loudly, "Stop using us as just an excuse! You want to kill him because it will make you feel good. If revenge is murder, then I'm not in love with you!"

She got up and walked quickly out of the door before Harry had a chance to say anything to her. In love? How long had Ginny been in love with him? She left him lying there with a sense of guilt, anger, and the strangest one of all, loneliness. He now had fallen out with all of his friends, just because he wanted to kill the most feared wizard in the world. What was he to do now?


A/N Hope you like the chapter. It's supposed to show how mental Harry has become and how much he really wants to kill Voldemort.