author's note: alright! one more chapter until the super long chapter! yaaaaay! this chapter is kind of long. it took up two and a half pages in my composition notebook. the other chapters either took up less than a page or a page or a page and then some. but it's almost here; that's the most important part, right? please be patient guys, okay? *begs*

disclaimer: no way, jose. *laughs* me own harry potter? please stop taking drugs. they're obviously affecting your thought process.

summary: Harry was tired. Tired of people's expectations. Tired of not doing anything. Just tired of everything going on in his life. He doesn't want to live this tired life anymore, so, the question is, what is he going to do now?

Harry Potter

Tired

The paparazzi froze for a minute, letting the magic flow over them, freezing them in place, scared to make a move. And then they scrambled away from Harry just so they could be the last one he dealt with. In record time, faster than when they gather to watch him leave his house, which was pretty fast mind you, the paparazzi left, already swearing to keep themselves away from Harry and also about writing a report on Harry's new development.

Harry watched them scamper off in amusement. He kept the power out for a bit after they left, to take care of any leftovers, and then stopped the outpour and went on his merry way.

Harry walked through Diagon Alley, checking to see if anything looked interesting or not. He stopped at Ollivander's to have a little chat with him, went to Flourish and Blotts to pick up some books and stationery and went to the apothecary to get some ingredients for some potions. He also went to the ice cream store for a treat (he got strawberry and coffee ice cream in a waffle cone), popped into the pet store to buy a snake and headed over to the quidditch store to get the latest supplies. Why the quidditch store? well, while Harry didn't play on a team like Puddlemere United or the Chudley Cannons, he did love to play quidditch. He still got the same thrill he did now as he did when he was at Hogwarts. the adrenaline rush, the excitement, the grim determination to catch the snitch, the challenge, the feeling of victory and glee he got when the snitch was in his hand raised over his head in celebration. The feelings were all still there and because it was something he loved to do, Harry made sure to keep on top of the latest equipment and whatever other going ons happening in the sport.

Harry finished whatever he needed to do in Diagon Alley and headed over to Knockturn Alley, looking for some interesting Dark Artifacts. He was looking for anything that caught his eye, really: an amulet that kills people who touch it, a cabinet that trapped people in it for an indefinite amount of time, or even a pair of shoes that like to eat people's feet. That was all really for show, though. while he may be irritated by his situation, Harry didn't really want to see people get hurt. So, instead of searching for items that would fulfill his more macabre and sadistic tastes, Harry searched Knockturn Alley for black market prices on extremely rare things.

Harry's shopping trip ended , and after making sure that everything he purchased had a feather-light charm on it and was small enough to fit into his pockets, he apparated to his home. Landing in the living room in front of the fireplace, Harry saw some pictures of his Hogwarts days. Most were with Ron and Hermione and the rest of the Weasley family, his dorm mates (Neville, Seamus and Dean), Luna, some Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws and the occasional Slytherin (tensions between Slytherin and the rest of the Houses, especially Gryffindor, eased tremendously during their last year of school). He stared at them sadly for a moment before heading to the kitchen and preparing some tea, lemon (herbal) this time. While the water boiled, Harry put his things away and after getting his tea, started to reflect on the past.

author's note: okay. maybe i should take back my statement of this being a longer chapter? … i don't know, but i'm pretty sure it's longer than the previous ones. i'm telling you though, next chapter… heh heh heh. it is long. clearly longer than what you've read so far. and if it's as short as these chapters, then i'm going to go eat some soap, which doesn't taste good. ick!