Okay so none of the characters or original plot lines creatures belong to me... unfortunately.

This story is dedicated to my loverly Shelentei1991, hope you enjoy it even if no one else does.

Summary: After rescuing Sirius from the dementors in third year Harry realizing how easily he has been manipulated by Dumbledore after he gets sent back to the Dursley´s for another summer, he snaps, how will the existing world react when they understand the boy they once worshiped will become their destruction.

So onto our loverly quotes and comments. vernieklein: glad you likes it enough to be in your face made me smile, and Draco will be in the story soon I promise you. Also I wanted to try these guys cuz I think they're underrated and also have very shallow character bases in the real stories, hopefully you all like what I is planning. AnimeReality: Aww thank you :-P and I know it's really hard to find enough good ones to keep you going hopefully it'll stay good. imjaysong: well you gotta love an insane Neville, is something I think needs to be done more. DarkAngel90111: this is definitely a drarry fix, I don't think I made it very clear so I added a few bits to my intro hopefully this clears confusions up, and also have no fear Sirius will be within one of the next few chappies can't promise when exactly but soon.

Ask me questions I you like, and let me know what you think, without any further ado, the next installation. Oh also some of the character descriptions won't match the original so apologies if ye don't like but hey hopefully you'll get a good idea as I go through the chapters but like I say ask any questions hell if I mind okay now that's sorted.

I also just wanted to apologize I know that I said I was going to try for a weekly thing, (insert mortified blush), however there were illnesses and working more hours and simply put thorough exhaustion. Also nosy boyfriend whom doesn't know about this and keeps peeking at what I'm doing I know secrets are bad but still. I will however attempt to make this up to you all so here we go.

Chapter 4-

Forming Alliances and Friendships

»FLASHBACK«

(Week 2 at Hogwarts,1st year)

The small boy was walking along the corridors deep in the castles dungeons, he had no idea where he was going or why but he felt calm down here, and safe. There had always a constant presence in his head, warning him, telling him to avoid detection and how best to hide, even in the muggle world. It was telling him to come down here, and he followed the advice, after all It had saved his life more than once around his relatives. This however (avoiding people) had become increasingly difficult as he was unable to avoid the hordes of children that surrounded him constantly, he really disliked people in general but the more time he spent around the mindless children the more he wanted to hurt them.

He had found it ridiculous when Hagrid had told him about his celebrity status, then hysterically funny as people began fighting for his attention, like Ron and Draco, he had desperately wanted to take the blonde´s hand, but his instincts had screamed at him 'not yet, if you do we'll be watched, they'll never leave us alone, wait and be patient you need to have your freedom', which of course irritated him to no end, but his instincts and voice had never led him astray, so with a heavy heart he had insulted the boy, and ´befriended ´ that idiot ginger, honestly the boy was useless and he'd been in the wizarding world his entire life, what on earth had he been learning the first eleven years of his life, certainly nothing useful.

Harry huffed indignantly, he had lost a decent ally and gained a, well to be honest he wasn't sure what Ron could be classified as, useful he was not. The raven haired boy stuffed his hands in his pockets and groaned lightly, he really wanted to find a way to apologize to Draco Malfoy, for some reason he felt as though they were destined to meet, that they needed each other in some strange way that he couldn't quite fathom yet, it didn't bother him that he didn't understand, this was just another one of those things that Harry knew he needed to be older to really understand. When they had met in Madam Malkin 's robe for all occasions, Harry was so overwhelmed by the new emotions assaulting him that he hadn't been able to think properly, admittedly the boy was so far up his own ass that oxygen was becoming an issue, but he had so much potential.

His head suddenly snapped up as he caught a strange noise, there it was again, it was a muffled whimper coming from the classroom to his left. The sound was remarkably similar to a canine in pain, he redirected his intended course and headed toward the door, it was slightly ajar and he could see a small figure with their back to the door and moving hesitantly as though all movement was causing agony, attempting what he could only assume to be tending injuries. He cocked his head contemplating what he was going to do next, he wanted to help, God only knew how many times he had been in this very similar situation having to deal with t all by himself, but then again if they were like him he would be furious that someone had found him in such a vulnerable state.

The figure, he realised it was a girl, whimpered again, he couldn't stop himself, he pushed the door forwards and stepped inside the dusty room, the girl spun around launching her school robe back over her tiny frame in panic, causing her to collapse in on herself at the sudden movement. He leapt forwards catching her head before it smacked into to stone floor. This however brought a new wave of pain to himself and he could feel a big gash on his side reopen and start to bleed out onto his robe. The girl's face was almost hilarious as she was attempting to sneer, and cover her surprise and pain.

"What are you doing here Potter." She spat out, "walking around the dungeons at night is going to get you hurt" her attempt at distraction was pitiful and she knew it, which only made her sneer harsher on her young face, too young he thought to be able to hold such an expression successfully.

"What I'm doing here is quite obvious, I wanted to help, however if you don't require my assistance I will leave you to tend to your wounds alone." He didn't want to but she was defensive and if she didn't want him there then it would only make things worse. She seemed to be caught off guard by his formal words, he hoped this would help as most children responded to an adult way of speaking, and it definitely wouldnt hurt if she was raised as a pureblood. As he stood to leave she grabbed his sleeve, he stopped and looked at her properly, he allowed his mind to run through the names of the people in his year. Pansy Parkinson, Slytherin, Pureblood.

"wait." She seemed to start having difficulty speaking then, he raised his eyebrow at her in querie, she blushed, "don't tell anyone about this. Please" the please had definitely been difficult for her to add.

He smiled genuinely bring a look of confusion to her face, "as you wish mi'lady" the look of confusion doubled, "but if I'm going to be keeping this a secret anyway, will you allow me to help you with that."

"why would you do that, we hate each other," there was a sudden look of suspicion, "what do you want? It's not as though I've got a lot on me right now and I don't appreciate blackmail, my family is the Noble house of Parkinson, and if you threaten me you will bring the full force of my family name upon you."

His smile went wide, "well wasn't that a long winded speech for an eleven year old," he chuckled lightly, "and in all honesty I don't want anything from you," she looked about ready to interrupt so he heals up his hand, "if you don't trust me then I will allow you to help me with a similar problem," he lifted his shirt to reveal a bloody bandage wrapped around his torso, " this way we both have something to hide." Her eyes had widened in shock as she took in his almost starved body, as well as the scars crisscrossing his frame that were not covered by the bandage.

"I don't understand, you're the boy-who-lived, shouldn't you be. Have been. Well, well taken care of," he scoffed lightly, and smiled grimly.

"sweet lady" her lips twitched at the endearment, "if this is well taken care of then I'd hate to see the rest." His head cocked to the side again as he considered telling her about his life, it could be used against him if he wasn't careful, but if he was going to be helping her now, and possibly in the future some trust could go a long way. "if I were to tell you my story, I would appreciate two things, one a vow of silence on the matter, and perhaps a small story of your own?" Pansy looked as if she was halfway between panic and consideration. "after all it means both of us will keep our silence."

She smiled, and it lit up her features making it obvious she would be beautiful if she would only stop sneering. "very well Harry Potter, I accept your offer and truce." She huffed out a laugh, "if I didn't know better now, I'd say you had been raised in way befitting of a true pureblood,"

"ah well you see that is the benefits of being literate, unlike many of our class mates, who would run at the sight of a large novel full of big words that would melt their brain." That brought a chuckle from Pansy who looked quite surprised she'd actually laughed.

"why on earth do you hang about with that blood traitor Weasley then if you actually have a decent brain, surely his company gets tedious?"

"I suppose, but then again I'm Harry Bleeding Potter, I can't be famous and smart, I think it would give people aneurysms if I had too many talents" he winked at her, "I have reasons for what I do, and in all honesty I want to be as unassuming and unremarkable as I can be with this scar on my face." She hummed to herself as he explained his logic, "to be honest I rather enjoy having someone to talk to about these things, plus its nice to know that my secrets will be kept"

"I suppose," a light blush appeared on her cheeks, "I've never had someone to talk to about these things, let alone someone who wouldn't tell even if it gave them leverage," she sat up straighter and winced as the reason for their truce waved first in front of them both.

"well I think that was a sign to start on the wounds my dear." He sat down in front of her settling on his legs. "now will you show me?" Her eyes shut in embarrassment,

"I think if changed my mind Potter, I don't think I can." To her utter humiliation she felt her eyes prickle behind her lids with tears wanting to fall. She took a shaking breath, and looked over to the dark haired boy in front of her. She expected pity, not understanding. She expected a sneer of disgust at her weakness, not concern. It was this that helped her decide, and she shucked off the school robe with no more hesitation her only sign of difficulty with the decision was her eyes snapped closed and her face scrunched up around her nose giving her slightly pugish nose a cute puppy look.

Harry gazed down at the girl her body was littered with scars, and was that claw marks?, "Pansy, what happened to you?" He allowed himself to touch the ragged marks that lay predominantly across her stomach, twisting and trailing around to her back.

"I'm a freak" she whispered out, and Harry bristled in anger, he'd heard that word to many times to let it past.

"no your not, who told you such a vile thing," he had to stop himself from hissing out in his anger, he touched the livid wound gently.

"it doesn't matter she sniffed, it's true I'm a freak and a monster and my parents deserve a better daughter, please just put the ointment on it, please."

"why are you a monster?" All I can see are scares that you couldn't help, "were you attacked by something?" From the squeak of protest he could tell he'd hit the mark, "what was it? And how does it make you a monster?"

"promise you won't tell,I know you said before, but promise," she looked into his emerald eyes and saw his sincerity.

"I swear to you, Pansy Parkinson, on my blood," as he said this he pressed his hand to his seeping wound, holding his hand up to the light showing her the red covered palm. "that I would never expose your secret on purpose no matter what happens between us after this night"

She smiled at him, although it looked more like a grimace, and then looked down at her hands, clearly hating her display of weakness, "a few months ago my father, Lord Reginald Parkinson, who is a renowned potions master took me out to gather some ingredients that are very rare and can only be harvested at certain times, one of them being the full moon," she made a pitiful keening noise as she said "we weren't alone."