Garnet

Harry was fuming by the time he made it back to his room.

What had he done?

He told Snape everything, well maybe not everything but still things we swore he would tell nobody.

But he just couldn't hold his tongue.

It's too late to take back what he said, atleast after there converstaion Snape would maybe leave Harry's house.

Probably not.

Harry wanted nothing more than to lay down and sleep, but knowing he wouldn't be able he didn't even attempt it.

So he did the second best thing, climed onto the roof.

It wasn't like the astronomy tower at Hogwarts but it was a good substitute and much better than just looking out his small window at the Dursleys so who was he to complain?

He even took the blade he assumed had belonged to Regulus.

It was much sharper than Harry's and it looked much posher.

Seeing Regulus was a Black of course he only had the best of everything even if it was only a blade.

Hell, his blade even had a handle compared to Harry's which he took out of a razor and was just a blade.

Once on the roof he stared at the stars, and named them. Harry knew all the stars names from countless years staring at them with nothing better to do.

Harry was the best in his year at astronomy, but no one cared if he could name all the bloody stars in the night sky since it didn't help anyone unlike his talent at defense.

He stayed on the roof till morning, alternating between watching the stars and the blood as it slowly stop leaking out of the new cuts on his arms and wrists.

Harry had long since stopped feeling the cuts he left. So on particularly bad nights such as this one he cut as deep as he could go just to feel something.

To feel anything besides the emptiness that now completely filled him after he stormed out of the kitchen.

But whose fault was that besides his own?

No ones.

Harry didn't even blame Voldemort for his shit life, sure he started the slow descent of Harry's life to where he was now but it wasn't him.

It also wasn't Dumbledore's fault. He was an asshole who caused hundreds of children to die, and let Harry be abused and put him in countless near death situations throughout his time at school. But it wasn't his fault.

Because at the end of the day nobody owes Harry a good life, not everyone deserves a good life and Harry was slowly starting to realize he shouldn't wait for things to get better as it was somthing he may never get.

The only thing that even brought Harry slight joy was the thought of Dumbledore's face when he realized Harry wasn't under his control, and wasn't going to end the war for him.

He had to be fucking metal if he thought Harry was going to sacrifice himself for a world that had done nothing but hate him espesually for a war that started before he was born.

Let the wizarding world burn for all Harry cared because at the end of the day, Harry wasn't going to be their savior, and if they all thought he would save them because it was the ¨right thing to do¨ they had another thing coming for them.

Harry obviously wasn't doing this because he didn't want to die, he was doing it becausue he wanted to watch the wizarding world go to shit and burn to the fucking ground.

Harry wasn't any deatheater or blood purist and he wanted Voldemort demise just as much as Dumbledore's, but at the end of the day Voldemort and Harry had the same goal.

For Harry to die.

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Harry had to go to Hogwarts the next day.

Harry wasn't going to Hogwarts because he wanted to see his ¨friends¨ or to learn or some shit like that, he was going because he wanted to see the worlds reaction to him being in Slytherin(and Snapes).

He knew they would riot and call him the next dark lord and he couldn't wait.

Harry was ready to drop his golden boy of Gryffindor Tower act and show the world who he was.

He wanted everyone to see how little shits he gave about them and he would be dambed if he killed himself without exposing everyone who wronged him and making them pay.

He wanted them to see how fucked up he was, not being from what they did but that's just because of the type of person he is.

So Harry made a list of everyone he was going to punish before he offed himself.

Revenge:

Ron- Pretended to be my friend for money, I mean how vain can you get?

Hermionie- Pretended to be my friend for knowledge, like we get it you are a know it all but if you have to spend all your time studying you are not really that smart are you?

Ginny- Was going to marry me for money- doesn't she know it's pathetic to be a little fan girl at the age of 14?

Dumbledore- Stuck me with the Dursleys my whole life, what kind of fucked up person leaves a baby alone on someone doorstep?

Voldemort- Ruined my one chance at a good life, who is so full of himself that he talked in parseltouge for a solid minute complaining about me to his fucking snake while I was right next to him? Need I say more about how fucking pathetic that is?

Rita Skita- Writing shit articles about me that are mostly untrue, no wonder shes jealous of me because if I were her I would be depressed if my antimagic was a beetle too.

Amouse Digory- For being a shit father for Cedric, like who would stop their son from coming out when it was the one thing he wanted more than anything else because they were ashamed of their son?

Harry could go on and on about the people who fucked him over the most but this basically sums up the people who derve his undivided attention.

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Last night instead of sleeping or cutting himself he opted for reading his textbooks.

Harry had already completed all his summer work and read all of his textbooks at least three times, but he had nothing better to do so he read them again.

He also packed all of his belongings into his trunk because later today he would be off to Hogwarts once again.

He couldn't help be excited to see Snape's face when he officially became one of his snakes.

Harry hadn't seen Snape since there last conversation but he also hadn't left his room at all so who knows if he had been at the hosue or not.

Most days Harry hadn't been able to get out of bed or do anything besides lay there.

He summoned Aries food when she needed to eat and he just didnt eat.

He felt worse when he did.

The emptiness in his stomach was something he knew how to deal with. He had grown to like the feeling.

When he ate he felt full. No matter how much or little he ate he felt too full, even the though made him sick to his stomach.

The most he ever ate now was a bite or two at a time.

When he got to Hogwarts he didn't plan to change this or even hide it like he had with he Griffindors.

Last year he found his soon to be house mates had taken to staring at him whenever they were in the same room.

Espesually at meals.

They always watched him eat, or should he say not eat.

They watched him flinch when people got to close no matter how much he tried not to and they watched him stay out of converstaions because he couldn't be bothered to add his opinion. They saw him leave the hall when it got to loud and Harry got the feeling they knew the reasons behind all of this. He didn't know how he knew they knew, or atleast they suspected somthing was wrong.

Besides Fred and George no one noticed.

Ever.

And don't get Harry started on how they always knew when he changed. When he wanted to jump off of the nearest tower or when he felt like he was flying, even when he was normal.

He knew they didn't exactly know what was going on about that and to be fair neither did Harry. It was just the way he was, and there was nothing Harry could do about it.

Depending on the day and how Harry felt they all looked at him differently all seven or so of them.

Well lets hope they had lost interest with him over the summer because he was less than a day away from joining them and if they stared at him as much as they ushually did while he was with them basically constantly, Harry knew he would loose his shit at one point of another.

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Harry decided to floo to kings cross since its not like he had anyone to take him.

Harry felt normal for the first time in two weeks and he kind of missed the empty feeling that had filled him.

They always do say how you always want what you can't have so this was fitting.

Harry made sure to put on his glamors since although he had been away from his aunt and uncles for two weeks he still looked like shit.

To start he had blue and purple bruises covering more of his body than not. He looked like he was a day away from dying of starvation and to be fair maybe he was. Harry had scars new and fresh covering his whole body that would be there for the rest of his life. He also had bruised ribs and a fair few if he had to guess buised and fractured bones. Plus Harry's arms were completly covered in scars he would never be letting anyone see.

As long as Harry was conscious his glamors were basicly fool proof, and unless you were looking for them unnoticable.

Once his glamors were set he made his way to the platform.

He quickly hurried to the back of the train where he knew bassicaly no one would go. He wouldn't sit with Ron and Hermionie like he had every year before since he no longer had to act like he liked them or anyone else for that matter.

So he sat alone and read until they arrived at Hogwarts.

The second he enterd the great hall he saw McGonagall and knew it was time for him to be resorted.

He knew he should have been atleast slightly worried but he couldn't find it in himself to be, he was ready for a change for better or worse.

¨Mr. Potter im sure you know what I am calling you over for, if you will please follow me to the hall. You will be the first to be sorted since im sure you want to get back to your friends as soon as possible.¨

Like everyone else did, she had no doubt Harry would end up back in Griffindore and it made Harry want to laugh in her face.

¨Yes professor¨ was all Harry said because what else was there to say.

She led Harry to the side of the hall where his name would soon be called, and Harry knew it was time to show the world who Harry Potter truly was.

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Severus had returned to the house Potter was staying at every day since their argument.

He had never once seen Potter which he could admit slightly concerned him, but it's not like he could force Potter to see or talk to him outside of school.

Severus had done as much research as he could about the little Potter had told him, and he had come up with no answers whatsoever.

Severus was currently sitting at the Professor's table and he could see Potter waiting at the side of the hall to be resorted.

He guessed it was time to see if Potter was bluffing about the fact he was going to be placed in Severuses house.

Potter looked well enough, but it still took Severus by suprise when he saw the boys new look.

His right eye was so much like Lily's Severus couldn't bare to look at it for longer than a second.

The sorting was begining and he couldn't help the little part of him that hoped he would be getting Potter.

He hated Potter, but maybe if he got to know him more?

No!

Potter was as Griffindore as they come and without a doubt he would be sent back to his old house the second the hat touched his head.

But what if.