Author's Note: Hey guys, I'm SOOOO sorry it's taken so long to update this story...i've been dealing with a mega-huge case of writer's block and am struggling through it...anyways, here's chapter 5...READ, REVIEW, & ENJOY!!

Mr. Weasley's words hit Harry like a sack of bricks. He had grown to despise his aunt, uncle, and cousin for the way they treated him, but never in his life had he ever wish death upon them. Harry was torn in two over this news. He couldn't speak, he simply pushed through the crowd of Weasleys and friends and walked upstairs to his room.

"When did it happen?" Ron asked.

"We're not exactly sure," Mr. Weasley said.

"They were discovered last night," Percy said, "But early investigation believes it could have happened up to two or three months ago."

"Do they know the cause?" Hermione asked.

"Murder," Mr. Weasley said, "The ministry has asked me to house Harry until something can be done for living arrangements."

"We are to collect Harry's things," Percy said, "But we have to wait until the muggle police have left."

"Do they know who did it?" Ginny asked.

"The muggle police have no leads," Percy said, "And given that it's the family of Harry, we only have one potential lead."

"Voldemort," Jason said. Percy and Mr. Weasley both nodded.

"I'd better go talk to Harry," Cho said.

Harry sat down on the edge of his bed and stared out his window. It had to have been Voldemort. Nobody else could have done it. In the deepest part of his soul, Harry felt a raging fire ignite from the embers of his anger. He hated Voldemort now more than ever. He heard the door open, but didn't look to see who it was.

"Are you okay, Harry?" Cho asked.

"I don't know," Harry replied, "I have no idea how to feel. On one hand my uncle and his family were vile and treated me like dirt. On the other hand, they were still family and I can't help but feel upset that they're gone."

Cho sat down next to Harry and put her arm around him. Harry began to break down into uncontrollable crying. "Why does he have to torture me?" he cried out in anger.

Suddenly the room began to shake. Not just the room, but the house. Cho looked out of the window and saw the ground itself pulsing and rumbling. She looked back and saw that's Harry's green eyes had brightened and we emitting a green light. Harry was the cause of this earthquake.

"He took both my parents!" Harry shouted, "He took Sirius! Now my Uncle and his family! Everyone who gets close to me perishes! I'm sick of it! It isn't fair!"

The ground itself began to crack. Harry's elemental abilities were growing out of control. Thinking of no other recourse, Cho grabbed Harry and pressed her lips against his tightly. Harry, surprised at first, returned Cho's kiss. Soon the shaking stopped and everything returned to normal.

"What just happened?" Harry asked.

"Your powers must have spiked beyond your control," Cho said, "You nearly tore the ground beneath this house apart."

"The strange thing is," Harry said, "I could see what was going on, but I didn't stop. Not because I couldn't, but because I wouldn't. I felt a surge of power and it felt good."

"Harry those power surges can be dangerous," Cho said, "You scared the wits out of me. The whole household probably."

"I should go apologize," Harry said.

Harry and Cho walked downstairs to find everyone still standing in the kitchen and living room. Jason was standing with both his arms stretched out, levitating fallen objects back onto the shelves.

"Did you guys feel that earthquake?" Ron asked.

Cho and Harry both nodded. "That's my fault," Harry said, "I got angry and in the midst of that anger, I tapped into my elemental abilities."

"You nearly rattled the house apart," Charlie said.

"I do apologize," Harry said, "Hopefully I can control it if it happens again."

"Harry," Mr. Weasley said, "I want you to know that we are truly sorry for your loss."

"Thank you," Harry replied.

"Dad and I are going back tonight to gather the rest of your things," Percy said.

"I'm coming with you," Harry said, "I need to see it for myself."

"That may not be a good idea, Harry," Mr. Weasley said, "Voldemort might be keeping a watch on the house waiting for you to show up."

"I lived there for close to seventeen years," Harry said, walking to the door to the garden and staring off into the distance, "I have a right to be there."

"Voldemort may attempt to come after you," Percy said.

Harry turned back to everyone, his stern face showing little of the flurry of emotions he was feeling. One of his eyes had turned bright green again and flashed vibrantly.

"In that case," Harry said, "Let him."

Two aurors were standing out in front of the Dursley's residence when they heard a loud popping sound. They turned to see several aurors apparate, followed by Mr. Weasley, Percy, Harry, Draco, Ron, Jason, Charlie, Fred, George, and Bill.

"Arthur, this is highly protestable," one of the Aurors said, "There are too many people here. If Voldemort decides to attack…"

"If Voldemort attacks," Mr. Weasley said, interrupting the auror, "Then he will hardly find this an easy fight. Besides, we will only be here long enough to gather the remainder of Harry's things."

The auror nodded and opened the house to Harry. Harry walked inside the house and looked around at his surroundings. They looked all too familiar to him, but at the same time looked almost alien to him. Harry couldn't connect to this house like he had before. He walked up the stairs and peered into his uncle's room, casting his eyes onto the empty space where his aunt and uncle once lived. Harry walked out of uncle's room and stood at the top of the stairs. Ron, Jason, and Draco were at the bottom of the stairs.

"Everything in your room?" Ron asked.

"Yeah," Harry said, "There may be some stuff in the cabinet underneath the stairs."

Draco and Jason opted to check the cabinet as Ron walked upstairs to help Harry. "Have you noticed Harry's behavior?" Jason asked.

Draco shook his head. "What do you mean?" he asked.

"Well, first off all, that whole thing with Harry's eye glowing," Jason said, "But beyond that, he looks like he's not here. Like he's somewhere else in his head."

"He's been through a lot," Draco said, "I'd zone out, too, if I were in his situation."

"It's more than that," Jason said, "He's caught in an emotional storm."

"Emotional storm?" Draco asked, "I'm not sure I follow you."

"Harry's waiting for Voldemort to show," Jason said, "He's been overwhelmed by uncontrollable rage. Right now, Harry's a walking timebomb waiting to explode."

"How can you tell all that?" Draco asked, "Harry's had a poker face on since hearing the news."

"Because he's not the only one who's been feeling that way," Jason said.

Draco slowly turned and looked at Jason. Jason looked Draco in the eyes and for a brief moment, Draco saw into the depths of Jason's soul and saw an endless rage looking for a way out.

"How long has this been happening to you?" Draco asked.

"My whole life," Jason replied, "But only recently has it been a big enough threat to spark my concern."

"Have you talked to Hermione about this?" Draco asked.

"A bit," Jason answered, "I don't want to frighten her and drive her away."

"Hermione loves you," Draco said, "And she knows you'd never hurt her. Just talk to her."

Jason nodded and continued rummaging through the cabinet. Finally, he came across a manila envelope coated in a thin layer of dust. Written on it were the words "FOR HARRY." Jason tapped Draco on the shoulder and showed him the envelope. Draco nodded and the two of them set up stairs towards Harry's room.

Harry and Ron were sorting through Harry's things. "Harry, you have no idea how sorry I am," Ron said.

"Thank you, Ron," Harry said, "But to be honest, these people, in some way, got what they deserved."

As they continued, Jason and Draco walked in. "We found this in the cabinet," Jason said, handing the envelope to Harry.

Harry sat down on his bed and opened the envelope. "It's a letter," he said, "From my uncle."

Harry read the letter, his hand shaking more and more as each moment passed. When Harry had finished, he set the letter down and left his room. Confused, Ron, Jason, and Draco each looked at the letter and what it said.

Harry,

I hope this letter finds you and finds you alive. If you are reading this, it means that Voldemort has killed us. He invaded our home and demanded I send you a letter insisting that you come home. I was well aware of this man's intentions. I want you to understand, Harry, that I could not and would not willingly allow someone else to harm you. Petunia, Dudley, and I have not been the best of guardians to you. We tried to care as best we could. I know we came across as mean, and that is our fault. It's a shame that only when faced with death do I have the nerve to confess that though we may never have shown it, we loved you very much. Perhaps in the next life we will get a chance to tell you that we are sorry we didn't say this sooner. All our best to you, nephew.

Vernon, Petunia, and Dudley

Jason folded up the letter as a wave of somber silence enshrouded the room. "I honestly can't think of one thing to say," Ron said.

"We'd better find Harry before he starts another quake," Jason said.

Draco and Ron both nodded in agreement and trotted down the stairs to find Harry. Suddenly, Draco stopped in his tracks.

"What is it?" Ron asked.

"Something's wrong," Draco said, "I can sense it."

Jason looked around the house and felt the same feeling. "We shouldn't have come," Jason said, "Let's find Harry."

Harry was standing in his backyard, fighting back tears. All this time, he was loved by his aunt and uncle. To make matters worse, he didn't know until after they were dead. Harry felt his anger rising. He feared he may cause another earthquake. Suddenly, he was alerted to the sound of Jason, Draco, and Ron stomping through the living room towards him.

"Harry," Draco said, "We have to go."

"I'm not leaving," Harry said.

"Something's not right," Jason said, "We think the Death Eaters might be on their way."

"Good," Harry said, "I could use an outlet."

Without hesitating, Harry pushed through them and walked through the house and out the front door. As he did, he saw a green flash light up the sky and saw the Dark Mark appear. Harry lowered his gaze and saw a handful of Death Eaters appear, along with Bellatrix, Lucious, and Voldemort. Harry balled his fists and walked into the street, staring down Voldemort.

"Greetings, Harry," Voldemort said, "I see you've learned of the unfortunate passing of your surrogate family."

"You have gone too far, Voldemort," Harry said.

"No, my dear boy," Voldemort cackled, "I'm only getting started."

Everyone raised their wands and aimed them at Voldemort and the Death Eaters. "For once, Voldemort," Mr. Weasley said, "Return from whence you came and let us be."

"Now what kind of dark lord would I be if I did that?" Voldemort asked. Almost on cue, the Death Eaters raised their wands.

"Now," Voldemort said, "Obliterate them!"

A/N: So that's chapter 5...chapter 6 will be up first chance i get, I promise