Disclaimer: Everything except the plot belongs to JK Rowling.

A/n Hope you liked the last chapter, i apologize again i didn't think it would take so long to post it, but hopefully the length made up for it. Anyways this chapter should get more into the point of the story. Enjoy!

Xx Harry Potter and the Unforgettable Destiny xX

So deep that It didn't even bleed and catch me Off guard, red handed Now I'm far from lonely Asleep I still see you lying next to me So deep that It didn't even bleed catch me I... I need something else Would someone please just give me, Hit me, and knock me out And let me go back to sleep I can laugh All I want inside I still am empty So deep that It didn't even bleed and catch me I... I'll be just fine Pretending I'm not I'm far from lonely And it's all that I've got -All that i've got by the Used

Chapter 11

Xx All that i've got xX

Harry woke up, he was confused at were he was. He pulled himself out of bed and looked out the window, sighing he remembered he was at Hogwarts. Groaning he grabbed his robes and went into the washroom to wash up. Once he was done he walked back in to the Dormitory, he went to his trunk and found a note folded between some of his books.

Harry

I know this would seem weird, but i feel that we made a connection through the time we spent. I just wanted you to know that if things become to hard to handle, your always welcome back here. I'm sure my death eaters can teach you everything they know, as well as me. There are always other options then the ones laid before us. Remember that, and best of luck in your schooling

Voldemort

Sighing Harry put the note back into his trunk and finished getting ready. He grabbed his bag filled with books and made his way to the common room, everyone else was still sleeping. Harry made it down to the common room, satisfied no one was there he sat down on one of the comfy armchairs near the fire, were he pulled out one of 'Darker magic' books. He began to read, and tried to memorize everything in it. He wanted to train, but he wanted to train himself, he didn't want someone who thought they were better then him, he knew what he could do and no one else could tell him otherwise. He was the bloody boy-who-lived, the supposed saviour of the wizarding world.

10 minutes later, he heard people coming down the stairs, Harry quickly packed up his book and left the common room. Taking a sigh of relief he made his way through the hall and down the stairs to the great hall. When he entered he was happy to see that there weren't many people there, he quickly ate his breakfast. Just as he was about to leave Professor McGonagall came forward, his time table in her hand. She had a stern expression on her face, Harry just rolled his eyes grabbed the time table turned his back on her before she could say anything and strode out of the great hall, many eyes staring at his back as he left.

Albus sighed, Harry's attitude was getting on the nerves of everyone, he wouldn't be surprised if one of Harry's friends pulled their wand on him, he wasn't the same happy boy that he was before he was captured. What had happened to him that had made him this way? Albus shook his head he was tired and all he wanted was the war to be over, and to have everyone come out alive except for Voldemort. Albus stood up and left the great hall to go to his office were he began to contemplate the situation. What could he do to get through to Harry? How can he help this young man see how he's hurting everyone who loves him? What's left of the boy that first came to Hogwarts? As these questions floated through the old man's head he began to realize something. Harry wasn't aware of what his life would come when he first came to Hogwarts, and now he's been through more then any Order member, and he just doesn't care anymore. He's a survivor, he doesn't need us anymore to protect him, he believes he can do it himself, that he is powerful enough to achieve what he's destined too. Albus sank in to his chair, he felt defeated, Harry was going to get himself killed if he didn't let people back in.

Harry sat at the back of the class, he was doing all the work he missed and still listening to the rest of the lesson. Harry was surprised at himself with how good he actually could be, a real Know-it-all like Hermione. Harry cringed inwardly, he didn't want to think about the anger his friends were feeling at the moment toward him. He couldn't show any feelings toward them, or Voldemort would do something horrible. He felt it was better for him to stick to himself, and if he ever needed anything he was sure Draco wouldn't mind helping him, as long as it was in private, he knew he still needed to keep up appearances. But with everything the way they were he didn't see the danger in becoming friends in front of the school, it would make more sense with how he's been acting lately. Harry had an idea, and grabbed a spare piece of parchment and began to write his letter.

Draco sat in the front of the class, he was surprised at how Harry had been acting lately, Draco chanced a glance back and saw him sitting by himself, hard at work. Harry really seemed to want to work, to become powerful. Draco sighed inwardly, this wasn't good news for the wizarding world, because once Voldemort realized how powerful Harry had become, Voldemort would take advantage and make him his. Draco knew he needed to do something, anything to make him see. Draco turned back to face the front, when he looked down he noticed there was a letter on his desk, he glanced back and saw Harry had his attention on the teacher. Draco picked up the letter and pocketed. There was no use getting both of them in trouble by reading the letter, he'd just wait till after class. Once he had that settle Draco started to write up his Transfiguration homework, knowing he wasn't going to get out of it no matter how many good intentions he had to help them with Harry.

After class Draco pulled out the letter, he looked down at the scrawl and sighed when he knew that it was what Harry was doing when he had first looked. Opening the letter he looked around hoping that no one was there watching him, finally the letter was out and he let his eyes scan over the context, he sighed with relief. Harry wanted their friendship out in the open, well then that was going to happen. Draco saw Harry down by the stairs, he sprinted after him "Harry!" He yelled. Harry stopped and turned around, when he saw Draco calling him he smiles. I'm guessing that's a good thing. Draco thought as he stopped right in front of Harry.

Harry watched Draco approach, he was guessing that Draco just read the letter. He hoped that Draco was going to agree, he needed something to help people get the message, he didn't want them around. Draco was his last option, the one thing that will make people see, he's not going to protect them any longer. "Whats up Draco, did you read my letter?" Draco nodded as he tried to catch his breath. "I'm going to agree, i think it would be best to let people know that we're friends, that way people are more likely to understand why we aren't being hostile to each other." Harry smiled, and nodded they shook hands and then continued down the hall to their next class, Potions. Harry sat with Draco at the potions table, they set up their ingredients talking, and laughing with each other, they didn't even realize that their were eyes on them until Professor Snape walked in. Both boys gave each other a look before they paid attention to their teacher. Snape eyed them suspiciously but otherwise had no other comment towards their new found friendship, considering he already knew about it.

Ron watched Draco and Harry laugh and Ron was jealousy at how easily they seemed to be together, like they've been friends their whole lives. Ron clenched his fist as anger surgered through him, Hermione noticed this and placed a gentle hand over his, trying to calm him down. Ron sighed bowing his head "I give up..." he muttered. Hermione felt tears spring to her eyes as she watched her best friend sit slumped in his chair, totally defeated at trying to get Harry, their best and most loyal friend-until recently- to talk to them, and explain to them what happened. Everything was falling apart, and Hermione the smartest witch of her age, had no idea what to do to fix it. She looked over at Harry and Draco and watched as they chatted happily with each other as they worked on their potions. She moved her eyes to watch Professor Snape and to her amazement he was watching the two boys with approval, before walking around the class and checking to make sure everyone was starting their potion. Hermione glanced at the board and began to set up her's and Ron's potion. Sighing as she noticed how complex it was-The Hair shrinking potion-She began to mix and stir her potion, direction Ron into the right steps. Every once in a while she looked over at Harry and Draco and watched as the correctly added the ingredients to the potion, and joked around, play fighting with their mandrake roots as if they were swords. Snape scolded them into getting back to work, and they smiled sheepishly at each other and then at Snape before they nodded and continued with their potion.

Harry was glad that Potions was finally over, to his surprise it was a good class. Draco and him had fun and were able to catch up on the small things they missed. Snape didn't bug him, and practically let him get away with a lot of stuff. His potion turned out the way it was suppose to be, as did Draco's. They both clapped each other on the back as they realized how good their partnering had come for the both of them. Harry saw so many benefits to having Draco as a friend, and mainly he wasn't going to get teased or picked on by the other Slytherins. Harry was even thinking about asking for a resorting, so he could be put into Slytherin, but when he told Draco this, Draco disagreed. "It would be better to leave things as they are, it's just too much and too confusing, plus they need unity with all the houses, well i guess this is how we're going to get." Draco had told him, Harry just nodded and walked out of the Potions class and towards the Great Hall for lunch. Harry heard his stomach growl, Draco burst out laughing "I guess you'll never change potter, you and your hunger, I guess it's a good thing the Dark Lord actually feed you when you were there, other wise after two hours of not eating, you'd be dead." Harry chuckled shaking his head as they reached their tables. Harry glanced at the Slytherin table, and Draco gestured for him to join them, Harry gave him a wide smile and moved off to sit beside Draco. He began to help himself to food as Draco introduced him to some of the Slytherins Harry didn't know. Then they had a long funny conversation on Quidditch and what was going to happen next season. "I swear Potter, if i get beat by you one more time, I think i'll rip off your head, friend or not." Harry laughed, "Well maybe you should stop trying to woe the ladies and actually try to get the snitch, instead of you know, flying around like an idiot." Draco laughed and playfully punched him in the arm.

"Harry you know i can't help if the ladies love me, i'm just way to sexy for them to refuse." Harry raised his eyebrows before he sighed and shook his head. At least he didn't have to worry about girls chasing him down, he didn't know what he would do if they did. Finally with Lunch over they began to make their way to their next class on the schedule, but this time Harry wouldn't have Draco in his class. Sighing he made his way in to the DADA class room, his sour mood evident on his face as he glowered at everyone before grabbing an unoccupied table in the very back. He kept his attention on the front of the room as he waited for the DADA teacher to show up, it was a new teacher who he hadn't met yet. He wondered how the teacher taught the class, so far he hadn't heard any complaints so he assumed the teacher was adequate. Finally the teacher walked in, everyone quieted down, Harry just rolled his eyes and waited.

"Welcome to my class Harry, my name is Professor Tarop, i hear you're very good in defense against the dark arts, this class should be a breeze for you then." The DADA teacher smiled at him, his silver eyes stared straight into his Emerald ones, and Harry had the feeling that the teacher was reading him, without using Legilmens. Harry glared at the teacher before he turned his gaze away and acted if he didn't hear him. Professor Tarop just sighed and continued on with the lesson. Harry did what was required of him to do, and he was one of the only ones who was able to do it perfectly. "Harry can you please stay behind for a moment" Professor Tarop called out. Harry sighed in frustration, and waited for the rest of the class to leave before he looked at his teacher. Swirling silver met Vivid Emerald green and Harry could feel the powerful magic radiating off of his teacher. Harry felt slightly intimidated but he pushed all his feelings away inside of him, and only showed his stubbornness and cold exterior. Professor Tarop stepped forward, his gaze still locked on Harry's, and Harry was frozen by some magic all he could do was stare in the deep swirling silver eyes of his Professor.

Harry felt anger swell up inside of him, but before he was able to let it go, a cold hand had squelched it, reducing it's power and heat. Harry finally felt the threads of fear start to emerge, and he hoped it would be quenched but it seemed something was feeding it, making it stronger, till Harry was sweating and breathing heavily, his hands shook and all he wanted to do was run and hide under his bed till the fear passed. He didn't understand where the fear came from, and then images began to flash through his mind, his friends beaten and laying on the ground at the Ministry, Sirius falling through the Veil, being possessed by Voldemort, Ginny lying on the cold stone floor unconscious, Sirius laying by the river, his soul being sucked out of him. All these images passed through him, and he felt despair, and sadness well up and mix with the fear. He wanted out of his memories, he tried to push them away, but he couldn't, and then he realized he was conjuring them himself. He screamed in frustration, and everything around him dissolved and thats when he realized he was alone. Professor Tarop had left him there to deal with his own fear and sadness, Harry decided he hated the man. With renewed hatred he moved off to his next class, Care of Magical Creatures.

A/n Yay! two chapters in one week, i'm soo proud of myself, i hope this deserves more reviews, i hope soo cause it's sad to see soo little reviews...maybe it's not that good, please review and tell me if i should continue this, cause if you don't like it, i'll stop.