Sighing in resignation, he skilfully avoided the large indents on the ground and continued down the part, his hood drawn so that his features remained disguised. His tongue flickered out of his mouth to briefly wet his lips in nervousness and his hands were balled into fists, hidden inside his too big cloak. His shoes barely made a sound on the pavement and that was just fine with him, better to have an advantage in-case of any trouble. His breathing became ragged and he forced some air in his lungs, the suffocating presence of Dark Magic cackling strongly in the air, he slowed his pace lest the air completely left his lungs. Trembles suddenly wracked his frame as he saw the outline of the rickety looking door which separated him from the person inside.

Within a few strides, he was standing in front of the door, hand poised to knock before a cold voice ordered him to enter. Breathing deeply once more, he opened the door and entered, he was immediately shrouded in darkness and it took all of his will power not to cower and turn around. Instead, he straightened his posture and remained still lest he infuriate the person standing in front of him.

"It has come to my attention that you have been rather preoccupied with the Black family as of late. Normally that won't incur any cause for alarm but it was the manner of which you were seen." The person spoke calmly, yet he could practically sense the anger and warning in just that sentence. "Why exactly were you wearing another man's robes?"

He gulped and opened his mouth to explain, when out of nowhere a hand descended and slapped him right across the face. The force of the slap making his head pivot to the side; He choked on the pooling blood in his mouth before he spat it out on the floor. Tears were threatening to leave his eyes but he told himself to remain still and silent, lest he didn't make it out of the current situation alive.

"You would do well to remember that I have no qualms about killing you, Barty. No matter how much I make care about you, I do not and would not tolerate Infidelity," hissed the man.

Barty whimpered as he suddenly felt an angry presence in his head as soon as his eyes connected to those of his angry lover's; He forced himself not to fight against the powerful presence lest he rose suspicion on himself.

He watched as his memories were pilfered through thoroughly until he lover came upon the memory of which he was speaking about; he bit his lip at the memory of disrobing himself and hanging it on the rack by door of the House of Black. He had gone to visit his friend Regulus Black as he hadn't seen the other in weeks as he had been sick with the flu. They had ended up spending the rest of the afternoon playing Wizarding Chess, eating all manner of exquisite food prepared by the Black family elves and finally, when they had gotten access to Orion Black's liquor cabinet and helping themselves to the man's Firewhiskey. he vaguely remembered them getting drunk and spilling the contents of the bottle on himself and then Regulus trying to spell the mess from his clothing only for him to vanish them by accident.

His face reddened slightly as they laughed at his undressed state before they memory changed as they fell asleep next to each other.

The next morning, they had woken up with huge hangovers and he had hastily transfigured a couple of Regulus' clothing before bidding his friend goodbye, both of them too embarrassed to look one another in the eyes. In his hangover state, he ended up grabbing the wrong robe as most of the robes on the rack were different ranges of the same colour. the reason why anyone would think that it wasn't his robes was the fact that it was obviously not in his size and Pureblood families always tailored their clothing.

The memory ended there.

He relaxed slightly when his lover's presence left his head. "Don't make that happen again. I understand wanting to spend time with your friend but getting drunk and using a Wand is dangerous and you know that. Don't ever be that careless again, Barty."

Barty bit his lip and nodded slightly before he was abruptly slammed against a wall and that was when the tears fell from his eyes.

"I said, do you understand me?"

Barty whimpered in pain but answered nonetheless, "Yes, I understand. I'm sorry. It won't happen again, I promise."

He felt the hand around his neck disappear and he visibly relaxed, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, his lips were abruptly captured in a sweet yet aggressive kiss and he kissed back with as much passion as he could muster. Their tongues swirled in a battle of fiery passion and Barty could feel the hot, hard, fleshy rod of his lover against his stomach and he moaned out loud at what it entailed.

"I love you so much, Barty. I may not deserve you, but you belong to me in every sense of possession. I am sorry for being to rough with you, I just couldn't hold in my anger any more and I just snapped even when I saw your memories. I am really sorry, My Love. I can't promise that It won't happen again because you know how Jealous I can be. I just don't wanna lose you, I was just hurt thinking that you left me for another man," His Lover explained, breaking away from the kiss so that their foreheads touched.

Barty's lip trembled a bit and then he cupped his lover's tender cheek and planted a loving kiss upon his lips, "I love you too. I am sorry about this entire problem and I promise that it won't happen again. Although I love you, I don't condone you being that physical with me, I am not unbreakable. Just... Please try to control your anger next time."

Sobs filled the room and all Barty could do was hold his lover tighter, to reassure him that he wasn't going anywhere.

It was worrying how aggressive his lover got but he had made a promise to stick by him through thick and thin and he would be damned if he went back on it. If push came to shove he could always protect himself from his Lover's temper.

He wasn't useless.

"You are totally out of your mind, Harry! Consider what you're doing and you'll see how utterly irresponsible you're being. You should just go to Professor Dumbledore, he'll know what to do," Hermione hissed.

Harry glared at her before he replied, "Would you just shut up for once, Hermione. I do not want nor need your advice and if you even tell anyone about what you have just heard, I promise that Voldemort isn't the one you should fear."

He turned his back when he saw the terrified look on her face and then he walked out of their common and headed towards the Main Hall.

+++++ Flashback+++++

Its been a while since him and Hermione grew distant. It started when he was mourning the loss of his parents on Halloween and Hermione had presumably snapped and told him to get over himself as he wasn't the only person to ever lose their family, steadily ignoring the fact that she didn't even know what it felt like and her parents hadn't been specifically targeted by a dark Lord who was bent on ending her life. That night was when he truly felt alone, he watched as the parents of Purebloods visited them along with the Magical parent of Half-bloods as Dumbledore had allowed a day for families to visit one their offspring or siblings. It hurt a lot to see the parents with their children. It was something that he truly realised that he could never have. Hermione had found him in the common room alone, crying, while everyone had gone to meet their parents or to enjoy the feast.

She had pointedly told him that it was no use mourning something that he'd never had and to just sick it up. She even had the audacity to tell him that if it weren't for the Dursleys, he would probably become big-headed from his fame and she even condoned that what they did to him was for his own good.

That had been the last straw and his Magic lashed out practically blasted her out of the room.

He had come to realise that he may have been blind-sided by the people around him. He had let other people think for him and walk all over him without saying one word. He felt so stupid now at turning down Draco's hand because of what Ron had thought and not what he himself had thought, maybe he should have let the Hat place him in Slytherin, it would've really helped him a lot. He thought of everything wrong in his life, The Manipulations, The Greed and everything else while he laid on his bed.

Maybe being what the people wanted him to be and not what he wanted to be was not the right course of action. It may just lead him to his grave when they realized that he had outlived his purpose.

Dumbledore had been controlling his life from the start and he was angry at first, but then, he believed that he deserved it. He was just too trusting of anyone that seemed to care about him, but he should thank the Dursleys for him. Come to think of it, it was kinda suspicious the way that the Dursleys starved him of everything, yet they didn't lay one finger on him.

It seemed kinda suspicious and he even remembered that he had heard Dumbledore's name mentioned a couple times at the Dursleys and he thought that he even saw the man once through his cupboard door.

At the last thought, he suddenly felt a warm fuzzy feeling spread around his mind and if he could describe what he was actually seeing in two words, it was Crystal Clear. It felt like he had just become whole once more. He's been having the feeling like he was missing a big part of him ever since he came to Hogwarts and it seems that the more he thought of the people that had wronged him, his mind was becoming clearer from the prejudice thoughts that had once filled his head.

Harry started to realise that he should really start to stand up for himself and try to become friends with people who he had previously slighted. Who knows, maybe his life would start to straighten from there, he would even be updated on Wizarding Customs and Etiquette.

From this day forward, he was gonna try to be as independent as he could be without others controlling his actions .

++++++ End of Flashback++++++

He pushed open the doors of the Great Hall rather loudly, gaining everyone's attention and angrily stalked towards the Staff's table, his Magic cackling angrily around him, causing people to cower from the sheer amount of it and the dark scowl upon Harry's face.

It was time to show everyone that he will not be their little pawn and he was going to happily wipe the smile off of Dumbledore's manipulative face. It was time that he stood up for himself instead of trying to ignore the problem until it went away.

He was tired of having to keep looking over his shoulder because of attempts made on his life.

He was tired of always having to be on the front-line protecting everyone while he had to look out for himself.

He was tired of being forced to stay with people who didn't give a rat's arse about him.

He was tired of having to abide by Dumbledore's orders when the man was no more than his Headmaster.

It was time that he started giving a damn about himself and not worry about what others thought about him. For once in his miserable life, he was going to stand up for himself, everyone be damned.