Chapter 4 Something Wicked This Way Comes
Harry was marginally happy. Not really happy since….what fool would be happy in a circumstance such as his? So no, not really happy, just less despairing and panic-stricken.
Yes, that sounded just about right, Harry thought.
He was now on his way to the dungeons, to the Slytherin dorms. He'd been able to escape the Great hall because of the great melee that preceded the announcement of Remus Lupin's return. He was glad for the chance to escape, for Harry hated the feeling of having people looking at him in such an unwavering manner.
At the Dursleys, looks like that meant that he had done something strange, weird, magical, and those things were never good with the Dursleys. At Hogwarts, however, those little looks always came right before life threw him something he was not expecting, something he was not ready for. It was like that time he'd spoken to that snake at the dueling club, or when his name was called for the Tri-wizard tournament, or even when he'd announced to anyone who'd listen that Voldemort was back. After a while, Harry came to hate those looks with a passion that rivaled Ron's jealousy for Harry's supposed 'fame'.
Harry was startled out of his reverie when he felt a small flash of pain in his mind that signified that he had reached the hidden entrance of his new dormitory.
At the unpleasant tingle to his subconscious, Harry winced. He tried to steel himself for what he knew was to come; after all, these dorms would be his 'home' for the rest of his Hogwarts career. Come on Harry. You can do it. It won't be so bad. Just breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
Calm at last, Harry hissed the never-changing parsel-tougue password that worked as a skeleton key to every Hogwarts door. The unmoving portrait of the Forbidden Fruit slid open.
With one last inhalation of breath, Harry entered.
And was immediately brought to his knees.
Screams echoed throughout Harry's mind. They accused, demanded, and berated him. They clawed at the walls of Harry's mind, bringing nothing but mind numbing pain ten tines worse than Voldemort's best Crucio. The horrible, horrible voices slid past Harry's usually impenetrable mind defenses and screeched their grievances at him.
Why had he not corrected the balance? Why had he not completed the task that he was given, the task he had been born to complete? Why had he allowed two heirs to exist where there should only be one? Why had he allowed their name to be tarnished by the Tainted One? Why had he avoided him so? Why? Why? Why? WHY? The questions never ceased and the voices' anger and volume and quantity grew as Harry remained silent. Finally, after what seemed like hours, Harry could take no more. He broke.
And screamed.
And screamed.
And SCREAMED.Until he could scream no more.
Harry began to loose consciousness, and he dropped harshly onto his back from where he had been kneeling . As darkness took him, he caught a glimpse of Snape , Malfoy, and a slew of 6 year Slytherins staring at him in shocked silence. Alone tear sneaked its way down his pale cheek.
Shit! I can't do this.
Darkness fell over him
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