A/N: Welcome back! I know this is a day early, but I am going to be busy tomorrow, so you get this a day early! Thank you to emeraldphan, who has been leaving awesome reviews! I really appreciate it! Yes, Harry's social skills certainly leave something to be desired, but honestly, yours would, too, if you talked to Bellatrix all the time! :)

I want to say ahead of time that I'm sorry about these next few chapters. Some of them may be confusing, and there are a lot of long stretches of dialogue. In these next few chapters, Harry starts to formulate a plan, which I will not be telling you, but you will get to see it played out instead. Because of this, I had to use some mysterious language, but I promise everything will make sense in a few chapters! I hope you enjoy, and please review!

Harry didn't go back downstairs for the rest of the night, and he woke up early the next morning. Draco still wasn't awake, so he decided to go for a walk. He got up and softly closed the bedroom door behind him.

He made his way downstairs as quietly as he could. He was not sure if anyone was up, but he was not eager to run into them if they were. As he approached the first floor, he heard voices coming from the kitchen.

Just as Harry was about to open the front door, he heard his name and whipped around. Suddenly, he no longer felt like going for a walk.

Instead, he moved stealthily to the kitchen door and hid just out of sight. There was a small crack in the door, just big enough for him to see through.

Sitting at the kitchen table was Lupin and talking with him Sirius. Harry felt a pang of fury when he saw Sirius, but he pushed his feelings aside and focused on their conversation.

"What do you mean what happened with Harry?" Sirius asked, taking a sip out of a mug.

"You know what I mean! What happened with your lesson? Don't tell me it was nothing because Harry came home much later than you and looked like he wanted to punch you."

"I know," Sirius said with a sigh. He did not say anything for a moment, but after another sip, he spoke. "I told him what I could about James and Lily, and then he asked why Dumbledore couldn't defeat Voldemort. So I said Dumbledore is getting too old, and we need someone on the inside who knows Voldemort's secrets."

"Oh, Sirius, you didn't!" Lupin exclaimed, forgetting to keep his voice down momentarily.

"Yes, I'm afraid I did. He got angry with me, to say the least. I thought there was a good chance he wouldn't return."

"But he did."

"Yes, and that is weird, don't you think?" Sirius asked.

"No, it is not weird at all… if he had orders to return," Lupin suggested.

"Do you really think Harry is still working for him? Even after everything he did?"

"I think it is very possible he is. What does he care about his parents? He has been trained to hate us since he was one. You're telling me a lifetime of training can be undone in a few days and with a single piece of knowledge?"

"That's true. He seems genuine, though."

"How can we tell?" Lupin asked, "He is a powerful Occlumens, just like Voldemort, and we already know he resits torture. After he returned yesterday, he looked angry with you for about half a second before he switched his face into a very convincing smile. He is obviously an amazing actor."

"Yes, he is." Sirius admitted, "But then, how can we ever trust him or Draco?"

"We can't," Lupin replied simply.

Harry turned away from the kitchen and quietly exited the house. He started to walk away quickly but then broke into a jog and then a full-out run.

He knew it!

They did not trust him or Draco, and they never would. They were simply using them both.

How dare they suggest he was still taking orders from Voldemort. After having to endure the news of how his parents really died, Harry could not imagine ever going back to him.

His father's two old friends thought he didn't care in the slightest about his death. They simply thought he had orders to pretend like he cared.

Still, though this news made him upset, so upset that he wanted to go back and curse the pair of them, it really did not change anything.

Harry still wanted revenge on Voldemort, and their conversation had done nothing but confirm what he had already thought. They did not trust him and would probably never trust him, so there was no point in waiting to tell them what he knew. He would just get it done with and hope that they allowed them to stay even after they no longer had any use.

Harry sighed as he thought about Ginny's words last night. Though they were kind, they had been proven to be wrong. Lupin would never give Harry back his wand. Lupin would never trust Harry.

It would be the same with everyone else. No one would actually trust him. They might say that they do, but in reality, he would always be the boy Voldemort raised. He would always be Voldemort's child.

He kept running, keeping a steady pace. It helped to calm him down a bit and steady his racing heart. He watched as the sun rose higher and higher into the sky, welcoming in a new day.

Eventually, he decided Draco would be up so he could start step one of the new plan he had formulated.

He ran back to the house, but he stopped outside of the back door. He was out of breath and rather sweaty from his run, so he decided to wait a few minutes before going inside.

He took the time to think about what he was going to say to them. He had to be clear, not beating around the bush. He had to just go for it.

Once his heart rate had settled to a normal speed again, Harry got up and entered the kitchen.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were there. As were Lupin and Sirius, still in the same seats as before.

Harry paused for a moment when he saw them. A burning hatred pulsed through his veins at the sight of them. They didn't trust him. They thought he didn't care about his parent's death.

Then Harry stopped.

He had a plan, and he needed to put aside his feelings at the moment and see that he got what he wanted. He took a deep breath and took control of himself, hiding his emotions with a highly polished skill.

He turned and focused on Mr. Weasley instead of them.

"I need to speak with everyone. Can you come to the living room?"

"Sure," Mr. Weasley said immediately, jumping to his feet. "Everyone, including Moody and Tonks?"

"If they want to, sure, but I do not think it will make much of a difference."

"Okay then," Mr. Weasley said.

Harry left the room, not making eye contact with Lupin or Sirius. They could deal with wondering why he was mad. They did not deserve an explanation.

Harry's mind was racing again. Did he really want to do this now? Maybe he should wait another day? He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned. There, to his great relief, was Draco.

"Are you ready?" Draco asked, looking Harry up and down.

"Not really, but I have to do it now."

"Not necessarily; you could not say anything. Just make up some excuse for why you wanted to talk with everyone."

"I can't, Draco. I have to do this, not for them, never for them, but to stop him."

"Okay." They stood looking at each other momentarily, and then Draco smiled. "This isn't even the hard part."

"Yeah," Harry gave a small nervous laugh. "You're right. This is just the first step. It is the next part that will be terrifying."

"Even that won't be too bad if you get in and out quickly."

"That's true," said Harry, still rather nervous.

"Are you sure you don't want me to come too?"

"No, I have to do the second part alone. If you want, you can tell them with me, though."

"I will be right behind you the whole time," Draco answered instantly.

"Thanks," Harry said appreciatively.

"Sure. You had better go in now; they are waiting."

Harry took another deep breath and let it out as Draco opened the door to the living room. As soon as the door to the room opened, everyone fell silent. They were all obviously anxious to hear what Harry had to say.

He walked to the front of the room, Draco right next to him, and he began.

"You all don't trust me; don't try to deny it; I know it's true. You think I can never be on your side or that I am here because of an order I received from The Dark— I mean— Voldemort."

At this, Harry glanced at Lupin and Sirius, who were both looking at Harry with expressions of dawning realization.

"While neither of these things are true, you can never trust me. I have learned that you have taken Draco and me in because you think we have valuable information about the Dark Lord. Guess what— you were right: I was waiting till I knew I could trust you before disclosing this information; however, I have now found out you don't trust me. How can I ever trust you if you don't trust me? The answer is simple: I can't.

"Now, seeing as I will never have not been raised by the—Voldemort, you will never trust me, no matter how many times I prove myself to you. In return, I can never trust you because who trusts people who treat them like outcasts? So now, having realized we will never trust each other, I see no reason to stall any longer. I will be disclosing this important, life-changing information about Voldemort to Dumbledore. That is my one request: I need to speak to him privately and face to face. I just want to make one thing clear, though."

Harry paused and scanned their faces to make sure he had their full attention.

"I am not doing this for any of you. I don't care if you live or if you all meet the bloody ends, which you clearly deserve. I am doing this for revenge, and I am doing this for my family. Though some of you don't think so, I care deeply about my parents' death. I also care deeply about Draco.

"When Voldemort is gone, we will no longer have to live with you. We can get on with our lives and never bother you again. I will repeat this one more time to make sure I am perfectly clear. I don't care about you, or your friends, or your families. I don't care anymore. If you had given me a chance, I might be doing this for different reasons, but you did not, so now I do this not for you but for my family."

Harry paused.

"I expect to meet with Dumbledore as soon as possible. I do not tolerate waiting for anyone, not even him."

He glanced at Draco, turned on his heel, and calmly walked out of the room. In fact, he walked all the way out of the house and into the outskirts of the woods. He sat down close to the spot where he and Sirius had been yesterday.

The earth was warm and soft under him, and he sat under a tall pine tree, thinking about everything he had just said.

Originally, he hadn't planned on calling out Sirius and Lupin, but now that he thought about it, he decided he was glad he had. Maybe it would make them think about what they had said.

Harry hoped they felt terrible.

He wasn't nervous about his request being denied. Dumbledore would never turn down the chance to see what Harry had to say. Though Harry suspected Dumbledore already knew at least part of what he was going to say, there was no way he could know everything. Even if he did, Harry did not care much. No, that was not the part he was nervous about.

He was more nervous about being alone with Dumbledore. Dumbledore had defeated the most powerful dark wizard of the time in his legendary battle against Grindelwald. There was no doubt he was powerful.

When Harry told him all he knew, would he even take Harry seriously, or would he destroy him for even daring to ask to talk with him?

All Harry knew now was that he had to try to talk with Dumbledore. If he didn't believe him, then fine, but he had to try. If he didn't, then it would be much harder to ensure that Voldemort got what he deserved.

Harry heard footsteps and looked up to see Lupin and Sirius making their way towards him. The hatred burned through his veins again.

He could not believe they really had the audacity to approach him after he had so obviously heard what they had said. They didn't say anything to him as they sat down next to him.

Harry didn't look at them, pretending they were not there. Maybe they would go away? Could he be so lucky? Apparently not because Lupin spoke.

"You will go to Hogwarts to see Dumbledore tonight. You will be traveling by Floo powder." Harry didn't acknowledge that Lupin had said anything, keeping a very pointed silence.

"Harry," Sirius said cautiously, "I want to know why you are mad at me and Lupin."

Harry still remained silent; however, now his heart rate was starting to quicken, and his ears were turning a slight shade of red. Sirius had to be kidding.

Were they both really so dumb that they could not put together what Harry had said and the conversation they had had this morning? Harry was getting quite tired of their inability to recognize the obvious.

"I know you are mad at us because you overheard our conversation this morning, but what about it in particular made you mad?" Harry's fists were clenched tightly into balls. Still, he said nothing yet, trying not to yell.

Harry could hear the voice of Bellatrix looming back to him. 'Only let them see what you want, don't show emotion. Everything you show is a weapon to be used against you.' So Harry forced himself to be calm, displaying none of the anger he felt.

Instead, he laughed a cold, humorless laugh and looked up at them. "I never heard any conversation you had. Who said that I was mad at the two of you? It is, however, interesting you thought I would be mad because of a conversation you thought I had overheard. Care to explain what you were talking about?"

Both Sirius and Lupin looked very taken aback at this. Harry derived great pleasure from watching the internal struggle raging inside of both of them.

If they told Harry what they had said and he really didn't know, he would get mad at them. They couldn't lie about what they had said because there was still a high chance that he was lying and knew what they had said. If they refused to tell him, it would be like they were keeping something from him, and he already didn't trust them.

Both of them looked at each other for a while as they came to the same conclusion Harry had. It was the only way they could get out of this, but only if Harry permitted it.

"You already know what we said," Lupin said finally.

However, Harry would not let them off so easily. Not after what they had said.

"No, I don't, but for the sake of argument, let's say you just refreshed my memory?" Harry grinned in spite of himself. He shouldn't show just how much fun he was having with them.

"Harry, we think you should just tell us—" Sirius began, but Harry interrupted him.

"What is your problem, Sirius? Do you now have issues with talking about me?"

"So you do know what we said?" Sirius asked, confused.

Harry's face turned serious, deadly.

He was done playing these stupid games with them. It was clear they would never tell him what they had said, so he might as well remind them.

"Of course, I know what you said. I also know that your trip out here was completely useless because nothing has changed, and nothing will ever change. Why did you even bother to come here?" Harry stood up and started to walk away.

However, Lupin whipped out his wand and performed a spell Harry had never heard of. Suddenly, walls sprung up around Harry, Lupin, and Sirius. The walls completely enclosed them in a ten-foot by ten-foot box. The walls were very high.

"This time, you are not walking away till we talk," Lupin said, standing.

"Let me out," Harry said, turning slowly back around to face them. Though his tone was calm, his eyes were blazing with rage and fury which was almost frightening.

"No, not until we talk."

"Let me out," Harry said again. It was not a request; it was a command.

Lupin merely shook his head, though. Harry turned to Sirius, but he didn't do anything to help Harry.

Harry decided he would have to get out of there on his own. Before he could think about what he was going to do, Sirius spoke,

"I think we have both guessed why you are mad at us, Harry. You overheard us talking this morning."

"Figured that out all on your own, did you?" Harry said acidly, still considering the walls around him. But Sirius just kept talking, unfazed.

"I don't think you are mad about the fact that we don't trust you, though; no, I think you are mad because of something we suggested."

Lupin seemed to see where Sirius was going with this, or they had rehearsed this in the house. Either way, Lupin continued.

"We think you are really mad because we suggested you didn't care about your parents. Is that right?"

Harry didn't say anything, so Sirius said, "That was wrong of us, Harry; we are very sorry."

Harry smirked up at them, clearly not believing them. Why would they be sorry?

"We should have never said that because now we see it wasn't true," Lupin said, looking Harry in the eye.

Harry sighed.

"You may be sorry now, but if I had not said anything, would you have come and admitted what you said? No, you would not have done anything of the sort. Nothing you say now can take back the fact you said I didn't care that my parents were dead or that Voldemort killed them and took me."

Harry's hands shook slightly, his magic ready to be released, to break him out of this tiny prison.

"You said it, and you still think it could be true, that I could simply be acting. After all, I have been trained to hate you since I was two. Do you really think a lifetime of training can be undone in a few days and with a single piece of knowledge? Just this morning, you didn't. Why change now?" Harry smirked at them and did not wait to hear their response.

He looked down at his feet and let out all of the magic that had been wanting to escape him for a day now. The ground swelled up around him like a giant wave, lifting him into the sky and allowing him to step onto the top of the wall.

Sirius and Lupin looked shocked as the earth returned to its original state.

"I— How?" Sirius stuttered, looking from the completely whole ground to where Harry stood.

"I did warn you not to mess with me." Harry crackled.

He turned and jumped down off of the side of the wall, landing much too lightly on the other side.

"Harry!" Lupin called, but he paid no attention to them.

He quickly made his way back to the house and upstairs. Luckily, he did not meet anyone else on his way to his room.

He opened the door and saw Draco was there, sitting on the bed, just like he always was.