I do not own Harry Potter or any of the character or anything else from the books.

The plot and new character are mine.

Harry Potter and the Green Flame Torch

CHAPTER ONE: Harry Strikes Back

BY: Gandalf Lyonn

Harry got in the back of the Dursleys' new car. His whale of a cousin taking up more than half of the rear bench.

"Oh, don't bother heading toward Surrey. You're going to drop me off at a bookstore on Charing Cross road," Harry growled, pulling his wand from his sleeve and poking Vernon in the back of the head with it.

"What are you talking about, boy?" Vernon growled.

"I'm not going back with you. Just drop me off where I tell you to and we'll never see each other again," Harry snarled.

"But what will your Headmaster say?" Petunia squealed.

"I don't care what he thinks or says. He's as stupid as the three of you. Now get me where I want to go or you won't have time to regret anything."

"You'll get in trouble if you do anything," Vernon bellowed.

"I don't care anymore. I'm doing what I want from now on. Now get moving."

Harry unloaded his things from the boot of the car. He put Hedwig's cage on top of his trunk.

"Get out of here. I never want to see you again."

The Dursleys drove off as Harry moved his things into the Leaky Cauldron.

"HARRY! What are you doing here?" Tom called from behind the counter.

"I need to get a couple of things before going back to the Dursleys. Can you watch my things for a while?" Harry asked.

"Sure thing, Harry. Be careful. Is someone meeting you? You shouldn't be wondering around Diagon Alley alone."

"Yes, a couple aurors are supposed to meet me on the other side of the archway," Harry lied.

"Well, if they're not there you come straight back here. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Tom and thanks for everything." Harry hurried out the back, tapped the bricks to get into Diagon Alley, and dashed toward Gringotts.

He went to his vault and scooped several hundred gold galleons into his bag. He returned to the Leaky Cauldron and was shocked to find it empty, except for Tom behind the counter. His things were no where to be seen.

"Harry, I took your owl and your stuff up to number seven. You have a visitor there also. You need to go upstairs now," Tom told the boy a frown creasing his face.

Harry snatched an empty mug off the nearest table and threw it at Tom.

"You called Dumbledore, didn't you?" Harry picked up a chair and flung it across the room.

"What did you expect me to do, let you wonder around without anyone with you? You don't lie very well, Harry," Tom replied.

Harry turned toward the door to leave.

"Harry, I wish to talk to you," Professor Dumbledore called from the stairs.

"Talk at me you mean!" Harry snarled, continuing toward the door.

Remus Lupin entered the Leaky Cauldron, blocking Harry's exit. Harry pulled his wand but Dumbledore cast a charm yanking it from his hand.

"I'm leaving, you can keep that wand. I don't care anymore. Move, I'm leaving," Harry growled at Lupin.

"No Harry. I'm not letting you leave. We need to get you back to the Dursleys'."

"Never! I've spent the last fourteen years of my life trapped in that house. I've been stuffed into a cupboard there. Everything I own I take to school. Do you realize the first hug I can remember is the one Mrs. Weasley gave me after Ron and I saved Ginny from Riddle? Do you even care how many times they let Dudley hit me? You told me that it was home. It's never been home, no matter what anyone has said or thought. It's worse than any orphanage could possibly be. At least at an orphanage, I would have had a chance at making at least one friend. The first present I remember getting was Hedwig from Hagrid. He was my first friend, too. Have you ever spent ten years with no one to talk to, no one to play with, no one to share things with, and nothing to share?" Harry sobbed as he collapsed to the floor.

"You say I survived at the Dursleys' even though I was tormented for ten years. You're right, I did survive, but Harry, James and Lily Potter's son died during his first year with his aunt and uncle. Voldermort stole my parents and you stole my childhood. Snape stole my school years and with your help my Godfather and my future. I have no past and no future. And I can't stand the present." Tears were rolling down Harry face as he push Remus' hand away.

"Harry, I know it has been. . ."

"YOU know nothing! All it's ever been is Harry has to kill Voldemort! Just keep him alive so he can finish Voldemort off. It doesn't matter if Harry's happy or not, just as long as he kills the big bad wizard."

"Harry, let's sit down and talk," Albus said, descending the stairs and crossing the floor.

"No! I've had it! I'm tired of everything and everyone." Harry snatched the glass candle holder from the nearest table and smashed it on the floor.

The shattered glass cut into his hand. He grabbed the largest piece of bloody glass and went to slash his left arm.

"Stop Harry. This won't help," Remus said as he grabbed the boy's wrists, preventing him from harming himself.

Dumbledore pried the glass from Harry's blood soaked hand and healed the cuts.

"Stop! Leave me alone! Don't do that! I wanna die! I want it all to end! Just let me die!" Harry shrieked.

"I don't think you really mean that Harry," Albus calmly replied.

"Yes, I do. I can't live like this anymore. I can't live in fear anymore. I can't live with those people anymore. I was gonna leave, but you won't let me. I don't have any other choice."

"Let's get you a cup of tea and talk," Albus said as he and Remus lifted Harry to his feet and guide him into a chair.

Tom set a teapot and cups on the table. As soon as a cup of tea was placed in front of him, Harry swept it from the table.

"Harry, that was uncalled for," Remus sighed, pointing his wand at the cup and repairing it.

"I won't cooperate anymore. I'll fight everyone tooth and nail. I'm finished with your little war. You created Voldemort you live with him."

"What do you mean Harry?" Albus asked.

"You left him to rot in that awful orphanage. You could have changed everything by finding him a half way decent place to live, but you never made the effort. Just like you never made an effort to place me with someone who would have cared about me. I'm just a tool to do your dirt work for you. Well, I won't do it and you can't make me," Harry growled, folding his arms across his chest.

"Harry. . . ." Remus began.

"No. There's nothing you can say that will change my mind. You may be able to hold me here or somewhere else, but you can's make me do anything else. I'm not eating or drink ever again. I'll just take what the Dursleys were doing to me one step further. I'm not moving from this chair. You can move me anywhere you want, but I'm not lifting a finger to do anything every again."

"Albus, what are we going to do?"

"I have had cause before to do what I am about to, but I regret it has come to this," Albus sighed and pulled a golden ankh attached to a gold chain from his robes. He looped the chain over Harry's head before the boy knew what was happening.

Harry grabbed the necklace, but despite his best efforts could not remove it.

"You've tagged me like some bloody animal now! How could you let him do this to me? You were supposed to be my Mum and Dad's friend! I thought you were mine!" Harry spat at Remus as he collapsed onto the table, burying his head under his arms.

"What have you done, Albus?"

"I have insured that Harry can no longer harm himself. The amulet will insure that he takes care of his needs. He will eat, sleep, keep himself clean, and exercise enough to remain healthy. It can not however give him the will to live or make him do anything else. I have also charmed it so that he can not reveal information related to our activities."

"BASTARD! Why can't you just leave me alone?!" Harry snarled.

"We will be taking you back to your aunt and uncle's house tomorrow. Tonight the three of us will stay here," Albus replied.

"You can stay, I'm not. I'm not going back there either. You take me and I'll just leave." A twisted sneer creased Harry's face.

Harry threw himself out of his chair and darted for the door. Remus spun, but missed catching the teen. Albus calmly sat at the table.

Harry flung the door open and slammed into Professor Snape. An evil grin appeared on the boy's face as Snape glared at him. Harry drove his knee into the professor's groin and snatched the wand protruding from his sleeve. Grabbing the stunned wizard by the hair as he doubled over, Harry smashed his face into the door frame repeatedly. Blood flowed from the battered face of Hogwarts' potion master as the furious teen released his hold and chuckled as his teacher crumpled to the floor.

"Harry!" Remus screamed as he and Albus rushed to the door.

Harry leaped over the fallen potions master straight into the arms of Arthur Weasley. Bill snatched the wand from Harry's hand.

"What's going on?" Bill asked as Remus and Albus tended Snape.

"Harry tried to runaway," Remus said as Albus cast healing charms on Severus, who remained unconscious on the floor.

"Let me go!" Harry snarled as he fought to free himself from Arthur's arms.

"He's angry because we want him to return to the Dursleys," Albus said as he checked Severus.

"Well, I've just come from there. Mum went with me to check on Harry. She's at home now, fixing a place for Harry. She's not going to let Harry go back there regardless of the protections. Mum said that whatever protection the family bond was providing is gone. And I agree. There's nothing there but hate and disgust."

"Told you! You Bastard!"

"Harry!" Arthur exclaimed, shocked at the boy.

Albus moved aside so that Tom could take Severus up to a room to recover.

"What happened to professor Snape?" Bill asked.

"Harry was trying to leave when Snape entered. He attacked him," Remus explained as he dropped into a chair.

Harry stopped struggling against Arthur's hold on him.

"Pay backs are a bitch. Maybe that git will leave me alone now. Can he possibly be a bigger whiner than Dudley. Acting like he's so much better than everyone else. He's no better than Voldemort. Ooooh, The Marauders pantsed me. Now I have to get them expelled. Come on. I've seen hundreds of kids get pantsed at my primary school, me included. Yeah, it was childish, but not the life shattering event he's turned it into. At least he wasn't worked like a slave and called worthless every minute of everyday for ten years. I bet even though his father was abusive, he gave him presents on his birthday and Christmas. And he was never starved either."

"Harry. . ." Dumbledore began.

"Quite defending Snape. He's an idiot. He actually went chasing after my Dad to get him expelled. Anyone with a brain would have stayed away from people they don't like and didn't like them. Not Snape, he goes charging around like he's the King of England. He only has himself to blame. And the incident where my Dad saved him, big deal. He was the one that listened to Sirius in the first place. He's said that I don't think before doing things. He's one to talk when he was stupid enough to do something one of his enemies told him to."

"Albus, Harry has a point. Harry, if we promise to do everything we can to make things better and really listen to you, will you sit down and let us know what we can do to help you," Remus said, taking a seat at the nearest table.

"Harry, if you promise not to runaway, I'll let you go. Bill and I will not leave or let anyone take you anywhere until we've worked something out that everyone can live with."

"Fine," Harry snarled.

"Harry, I know you are angry and you have every right to be, however I need you to promise me that you will not runaway. I need you to make the promise not say you will," Arthur replied.

"Harry, would it make you feel better if I called a friend of mine to talk to you? I met him while in Egypt. He's Chinese and a wizard," Bill asked.

"I don't know," Harry grumbled.

"Harry, he's a healer and a Shoalin Priest,"

Remus gasped at Bill's statement.

"Would his name happen to be Pan Ying, Bill?" Arthur asked.

"Yes. Why?"

"He's been making inquiries at the Ministry about our plans to oppose The Dark Lord for the last week."

An oriental gentleman almost six feet tall, with long black hair, wearing orange robes entered the Leaky Cauldron.

"Ah there you are Bill. Your brothers told me I would find you here." The man's voice was deep and powerful.

Bill got up and shook the man's hand.

"Glad to see you again, Pan. We've had a bit o' trouble the last few weeks. This is Remus Lupin and across from him is Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts."

"And these two must be your father and Harry Potter. Pleasure to meet you sir. Nice to meet you, Mr. Potter," Pan said, throwing a questioning glance back at Bill.

"Harry is very upset and angry," Bill said.

"May I call you Harry?" Pan asked.

"I don't care," Harry replied.

"Well, Harry, you can call me Pan. Would you like to talk to me about what's going on? Maybe someone not connected to what has happened can find the answers that you need. Maybe I will be able to help you find what you are looking for," Pan said as he look Harry in the eye.

Harry shrugged.

"Mr. Weasley. . ."

"Arthur, please," Arthur interjected.

Thank you, Arthur. Call me Pan, please. I believe it is no longer necessary to restrain Harry. Is it Harry?"

Harry shook his head. Arthur released the teen, who threw himself into an empty chair.

"Albus, it is a pleasure seeing you again," Pan said as he smiled at the headmaster.

"Pan it has been a long time." Dumbledore smiled.

"Yes, since before you defeated Grindelwald. I see Mr. Riddle and his tagtails have made a right mess of everything, especially Harry's life. Is there a room where Harry and I can discuss his situation and explore his options?"

"Yes. Room seven upstairs. Harry's things have been taken up there," Albus replied.

Pan watched as Harry shot a death glare at the headmaster, while fingering the ankh around his neck.

"Albus, I believe that the necklace you placed around Harry's neck is not necessary. Harry has lost his trust in almost all of the people in his life. He is questioning everything, everyone around him says and does. It is time for you to take the first step in rebuilding the trust between the two of you. Remove the necklace. I will help Harry understands that he is important, not the prophecy."

Albus stood up and walked over to his student. He smiled sadly at the son of two of his friends before removing the pendant he had placed around the boy's neck.

A/N: Should I keep writing and posting this or not?