Thanks for the reviews on last chapter. Sorry for taking so long, but my other stories wanted to get updated, and I needed to figure out where this is going, at least for now. I hope you enjoy.

"Screw The Prophecy"

Chapter 5, "The Harry Strikes Back"

"What can I do for you, dipshit?" Harry said to the reflection in the mirror.

"Get your arse kicked. Where are the two blond faggots?" Polkiss hissed as he and his two cronies cracked their knuckles like the cliché idiots they were.

"My friends are watching from right behind you," Harry said and the dorks turned to see Colin and Dennis poking their heads over the top of a stall. "You see, this fight isn't their's and I don't want your blood to get on them anyway."

Harry pulled out his wand and cast wards and charms on the bathroom.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Polkiss sneered.

"Oh, I'm a sorcerer, and I don't want anyone disturbing me while I make you cry like a little girl. I just locked the door and made it so no one will hear your screams," Harry said casually, but with a tone that made the other boys wonder.

One of the boys went over and tried to open the swinging door, but it wouldn't budge. "How did you do that?" he said stupidly.

"Goddamn, I swear, you're more stupid than Dudley. Magic, duh." Harry said, rolling his eyes.

"Is this magic how you got Dudley to carry your stuff all over the mall?" the other boy said.

"Yep, sure is," Harry replied with a smirk that would make Malfoy proud, not that Harry would ever want to do that.

"I thought Dudley was full of shit when he told me that," Polkiss said. "It still could be a trick, do something else."

Harry waved his wand and all of their expensive trainers vanished. "How's that, puke kiss?"

The three bullies started getting nervous, especially because they couldn't leave.

"Er, you should put that stick away and fight fair, or are you a chicken shit?" Polkiss said, trying to save face, though he was clearly scared.

"You mean fight fair, the way you and Dudley went 4 on 1 with me? The way all of you were bigger and stronger than me? Hmmm? Is that the kind of fair you want?" Harry taunted and slipped his wand back into it's holder. "Fine, no wand. You see, I can do a lot without the wand, anyway," he added, waving his hand and casting a levitation charm, pinning Polkiss and his goons against the back wall about two feet off the ground.

He was glad he had managed basic spells without using his wand to focus his magic. While he couldn't transfigure wandlessly like Dumbledore did at the end of his first year, he could do many of the basic spells well, and do them nonverbally too. It did make for an impressive show.

They whimpered but said nothing as Harry's magic flared in his eyes and around him in a green aura of power.

"How about when I was seven," Harry continued, "and you assholes punched me in the gut so hard that I pissed my pants. The punch, which I remember that you were the one to deliver, weakened my bladder enough to make me wet the bed every night for an entire week. Then, Dudley taunted me about it at home every day, not to mention in class if you'll remember, and uncle Vernon beat my ass every night."

Harry's mind and magic wrapped itself around Polkiss' bladder and squeezed hard. Though it wouldn't have taken much pressure because he was already about to piss himself from fear, Harry used a lot of force anyway. Polkiss' full bladder emptied so quickly and harshly, that he would probably have little to no control for a long while.

Harry smiled when the two goons saw what happened, and pissed themselves. Then he pulled his wand back out.

"Now, even though I would like to beat the shit out of you, I don't think I'm going to," Harry said as he walked forward.

"What, you chicken like I thought?" Polkiss said as he held his gut in pain.

"Fuck, but you're stupid," Harry said and hit him with a left cross so fast that he almost didn't realise it before he was on the ground with a bloody nose. "By the way, wizards are also stronger and faster than your kind."

Harry raised his wand and pointed it at the door. "It's unlocked now, you may go, pissboys."

Just before they opened the door and left, Harry pointed his wand at their backs and did some quick transfiguration work. Their socks became pink slippers, underwear became frilly laced panties, t-shirts became a stuffed bra, and the wet jeans became an equally wet, fluffy, pink, party dress.

Harry quickly closed and locked the door behind them, and could hear laughter and catcalls outside. The mall had been filled with lots of their school mates, so the prank was extra sweet.

"I'm glad I never went to school with you," Voldemort thought to Harry with a bit of a chuckle.

"Yeah, but if you hadn't killed my parents, I would never have had to live in that HELL!" Harry thought back with enough anger to give Voldemort a headache this time, and slammed the link closed.

I've got to stop opening that damn link when I get pissed, Harry thought to himself.

"Harry?" Dennis questioned, coming out of the stall.

"You okay?" Colin said with concern as he looked at the expression on Harry's face.

Harry looked at them. "I'm sorry, when I get pissed, I accidentally open the link to Voldemort. I need to stop doing that."

"Oh." Colin said and looked at his feet.

"We also mean about the other stuff," Dennis went on.

"It's okay. It was a long time ago," Harry said glumly.

"But it still hurts, that's pretty obvious," Colin countered.

"Some people say that revenge doesn't help, that it only makes it worse. But you know," Harry smiled, "what I just did felt so awesome, and, I can let that part go. I've had my revenge on Polkiss, and his bullies."

"But what if they do something else back?" Dennis asked.

"Then I get to have fun again," Harry smiled and listened at the door. "I thinks it's calmed down, let's get out of here."

Indeed, no one noticed them as they left, except Dudley, who had the glazed look of imperio in his eyes. They went home to enjoy their new purchases. Harry wrote a quick note to Neville asking him to drop by the next day. Hermione came over that evening to get a taste of the Impaler.

"So, Harry," Hermione said after the door was closed and the Dursley's were safely tucked away in their own rooms. "How are things going?"

"As good as to be expected, I suppose," Harry said thoughtfully. "I miss Sirius. I am curious, though. You guys are taking my agreement with Voldemort pretty well."

"Between Fudge, and the actions of Dumbledore of late, Harry, I trust you more than both of them together," Hermione replied.

"Yeah, us too," Colin chimed in. "We trust you, and we trust Hermione's judgment, so, it's all good. We definitely feel safer now that you've taken a stand."

"Thanks. I really appreciate that," Harry said and ran his fingers through Hermione's bush. On top of her head, that is.

Little was said as the Creevey's shared Harry with Hermione. She was truly more relaxed than Harry had ever seen her. They slowly undressed each other, making the night last. Colin and Dennis mainly spent their time with each other, allowing Harry and Hermione to explore each other's bodies.

Hermione's breasts were perfect in Harry's eyes. He had never thought of Hermione like this before, and now seeing her, in the flesh, got him excited. One hand moving from breast to breast, a perky handful, squeezing and massaging as another hand moved to her other bush, which was neatly trimmed in contrast to her head.

Harry moved down and began licking her. A totally new experience for him, but one which he took to like flying. Shifting around, they entered into a sixty nine as Dennis and Colin watched and eventually joined in with licking and kissing.

After a good half hour, Harry grabbed a condom and entered her. Slowly at first and then building up speed. He got himself into a position and nodded to Colin to enter him. Smoothing out their rhythm, they continued; Harry banging Hermione and Colin banging Harry, all four of them kissing each other randomly.

"I never thought we'd ever be doing something like this," Harry panted out in short breaths as he increased his pace.

"You never thought?" Hermione exclaimed sarcastically.

Dennis stood up on the bed and straddled Hermione so Harry could take him into his mouth. It was difficult, but Harry managed by pulling on some of his magic. As he built up to his release, though, Harry lost some of the control of that magic, sending and multiplying his feelings to the other three. The pleasure bounced back to him, sending all four of them into an empathic sexual overload, each of them experiencing multiple orgasms.

"Wow," Dennis managed after about fifteen minutes of coming down from the high, and everyone agreed as they drifted off to a peaceful sleep.

Harry woke early in the morning with a smile. He was laying on his right side, spooning up to Dennis. He was holding the younger boy protectively as he felt Hermione spooned up against his back. He glanced over to see Colin spooned up against her.

He realised then that he loved them. The intimacy had brought them closer together without the sappiness. He realised too that he wouldn't get jealous, that he could share with each other, maybe even with Ron. He was finally happy and content for the moment. No anger or hatred to spoil how he was feeling.

"Do you mind?" came through his head angrily. "These feelings are disgusting, Potter. It's making me nauseous."

"Fuck you Tom, I love them," Harry thought back and closed the link.

He hugged Dennis to him more tightly as he pressed his bum back against Hermione, loving the feeling of her breasts against his back. He smiled as Dennis hugged his arm like a teddy bear and Hermione snaked her arm more around his chest. The good life, he thought as he dozed back off.

"Harry's Wheezy is here," came a voice above Harry.

Harry opened his eyes and smiled at Dobby. He shivered when his left foot touched his right leg. While he could feel sensations coming from the diamond prosthesis, to his other foot it felt like a cold nothingness.

"Ron's here?" he asked with a yawn.

"And Mr. Neville too," Dobby said.

"Give us a moment, Dobby," Harry said only to be cut off.

"What the bloody hell?" Ron said, causing everyone to wake up and stare at him.

"Got room for one more?" Neville smiled and climbed in next to Dennis and gave Harry a great snog.

"I can't breath," Dennis mumbled from between them.

"Me neither," Harry chuckled as he pulled back and turned to give a smiling Hermione a good morning snog too.

"Harry?" Ron clamored, "You're a poofter?"

Harry sat up in the bed. "What I am, is a slut. And what you are is a self righteous git," he said with a mixture of anger and humour.

Harry got out of bed with a thud from his right foot on the hardwood floor. He swore when he stumbled a bit because of the prosthetic. He finally managed to grab his boxers and pull them on before looking back to Ron, who was looking a bit ashamed of himself. There was a bit of pity for Harry as well.

"Don't pity me, Ron," Harry said sternly with a glare. "You want to be my friend like before, then you need to get over yourself, for good this time. Period. As for me, I will be getting back at some people, and the rest of the time I plan on having fun. Fun that I missed out on because of Dumblewhore, the Dursflea's, and Voldedork."

Harry walked up to Ron, staring at him unblinking, only an inch between them. Harry had finally caught up to him in height. "What say you, Ron?"

Ron stared back for a very difficult moment, almost breaking from Harry's gaze. Could he stand playing second to the-boy-who-lived? It seemed he was always in someone else's shadow, accept for chess. His best friend would need him. Yes, his best friend.

Ron nodded. "Yeah, Harry. I'm with you, let's take the world by storm."

Harry grinned and gave Ron a very passionate kiss, leaving him breathless.

"Er, wow," Ron said after he caught his breath. "I wouldn't think I would like that, but, wow."

"You giving up on me?" Hermione chimed in playfully.

"Oh, bloody hell, not at all Hermione, I just...damn," Ron said and everyone had a good chuckle until Harry shushed them all with a look.

"Dumbledore's here," Harry said with an angry glance at the door. "Come in Albus, no need to be polite with knocking."

Dumbledore came in and took in everyone that was there. "Ah glad I caught you all here, though I'm surprised Miss Weasley and Miss Lovegood aren't here."

"I'm working up to it," Harry said with a smirk. "Make it quick old man, I got some fun to have back at the mall. It's a muggle thing, you wouldn't understand."

"I'm afraid not, Harry. Voldemort's planning an attack on the muggles and we need to keep you safe."

"Cyclops tell you that?" Harry asked angrily as he opened the connection to Voldemort with equal anger. "What's going on, Snivellus says you're planning an attack on muggles."

"You left me a little pissed this morning, Potter. I decided to take my anger out on the ministry and the order. Keep anyone you want protected away from the south side of London this weekend. Thanks for confirming my suspicions about Snape."

"Yeah, whatever. Maybe you should tell him of our alliance, and that he has to do whatever I say."

"Good idea. He needs to be punished for his betrayal."

Harry didn't take his glare off Dumbledore during his short conversation with Voldemort.

"About that," Dumbledore said grimly.

"What?" Harry broke in. "I'm getting out of control? After all of the shit you, Snivellus, Fudge, and Umbridge have pulled, I'm due, I think. And if you don't let me continue to vent, I just may choose to follow Tom's path. That was probably you're mistake. Always acting holier than thou, not letting him have any fun, forcing him to live in a hell that was probably as bad as the Dursley's. I AM going to have fun, and you're not welcome here. Go plan for your little muggle attack, I honestly don't care. The Creeveys and the Grangers can stay inside until the attack happens, and they'll be safe, so get out."

"Harry, I insist that you see reason. You won't be pulling that little trick at the hospital again."

"Oh really? Then how about a knew one?" Harry said with an evil grin. "Tom, I need a little extra juice to put Dumblefuck in his place."

Voldemort lent Harry some extra magic through the link, eager to see what he was going to do. Harry raised his hands and concentrated, forcing Dumbledore to apparate with a loud pop.

"What did you do?" Hermione squeaked as Ron gasped.

"I forced him to apparate," Harry replied simply.

"Where?" she was almost afraid to ask.

"Don't worry, I sent him directly to his office at Hogwart's," Harry smiled.

"That's impossible!" she said with astonishment, not believing herself.

"Not if you piggyback along the floo network to a place warded to him," Harry giggled and then frowned as his anger returned.

Harry conjured a few wooden dummies and then blasted them apart.

"Feel better now?" Hermione asked.

"One more," Harry said and did it again. "He's really starting to piss me off. After all I've been through, and then all I've learned, I'm perfectly safe. I took out a shit load of deatheaters and he has the nerve."

Harry paced back and forth, ranting, then conjured a few more wooden dummies, which he promptly blew apart.

"Hermione, Colin, go call your parents and make sure they stay out of south London this weekend."

"What's going on, Harry?" Ron asked suspiciously.

"Peace treaty and wizard oath between me and Voldemort. Fuck that dumbass prophecy. I'm not controlled by it anymore. No more nightmares, no more friends and family dying or getting hurt. So what if I chat with Voldey every now and again. You got a problem with that? If so, get out. Your family is still protected, but I don't need anyone to betray our agreement and get more people killed."

Ron thought for a moment, fighting with his own conscience. Voldemort kills, but Dumbledore and the ministry doesn't. But that let's others get killed by Voldemort. An endless cycle. Worse than a stalemate. Then he thought about his dad. He almost lost him in this bloody war. All because they didn't trust Harry enough to tell him the truth about the prophecy. That's why Sirius is gone. Harry saved him. Harry always came through. Fuck it.

"I'm in, Harry," Ron finally said. "I don't want to lose anyone either, you always come through for us, now I'm gonna come through for you, mate."

"I'm glad, mate. Now let's go enjoy the muggle world at the mall."

Ron blushed as Hermione got out of the bed to get dressed, followed quickly by Colin and Dennis. It was a warm day, so everyone was wearing some type of shorts. Harry slipped on a pair knee length jean shorts and was just staring at his leg, holding a pair of socks.

"First chance to be normal and that shiteater ruined it," Harry said, a slight waver in his voice.

"Harry?"

"No, Ron," Harry said. "No pity, no fucking bright side, nothing but bullshit. I wish that asshole was alive so I could kill him again."

"I was just going to suggest maybe a glamour?" Ron said timidly.

Harry looked back to his leg and concentrated. His leg took on the color and texture of flesh. Harry sighed.

"Thanks mate," he said.

"No problem," Ron replied quietly. "So, er, what's a mall?"

Ron was uncomfortable at first, not spending much time in a muggle mall. Soon though, they were all having an excellent time, especially with Dudley acting the part of slave. Even with as much time as Harry had spent with Neville exploring the muggle world, The Creeveys and Hermione were able to show him new things. Polkiss and his goons were there, and nearly pissed themselves when they saw the rather large group of they were sure were wizards. They helped Dudley of their own free will in carrying packages and getting food at the food court.

After dinner, Ron and Hermione said goodbye, saying they would see each other at King's Cross on Monday. Neville stayed behind, and followed Harry to the basement while the Creevey brother's played video games.

"Nev, I want to show you how to use a specific spell, if you're up for it," Harry said as he led Neville to the cell holding Umbridge.

"Sure Harry, that'll be cool. But why not teach everyone?" Neville smiled.

"Because it's Cruciatus." Harry said without emotion.

Neville went a little pale. "Why?" he squeaked.

"Listen, Nev, I know that spell makes you nervous because of your parents, but the cause of our pain will be my prisoner soon. I'm gonna torture Bella for what she did to Sirius, and I want to share her pain with you, since she robbed you of family as well."

Neville thought for a moment, and then an evil grin appeared slowly on his face, scaring even Harry. "Teach me," he said, his voice dry.

"Okay, I've learned how to make the pain more intense, without the insanity creeping in, so she will always hurt, and not get used to it," Harry explained and Neville's smile got even wider.

"But I thought she was already insane," Neville commented.

"Well, yeah, but not like your mum and dad. We don't want her like that, where she won't feel the pain anymore. And to practise on, I have a surprise," Harry said and opened the door.

"Oh, yeah," Neville said, smiling evilly at Umbridge. "Good evening your toadiness. Ready for some pain?"

Umbridge cried and sobbed as Harry explained how to do the spell properly, using reverse Legilimency to give a boost of experience to Neville to keep Umbridge as sane as possible for their practise.

"How can you do that?" Neville asked after he had received the memory boost.

"I've been siphoning off Voldemort's power, I thought I told you. No matter. Anyway, Voldemort even willingly gave me some extra juice when I apparated Dumbles, but I didn't give it all back. Anyway, shall we?"

Neville nodded quickly and made his first attempt at the crucio. Harry guided him and Umbridge screamed and soiled herself. Using the Legilimency, he was able to help Neville get it down quickly, coaching him.

Then Harry took his turn, and the screaming got louder, as Harry was quite a bit stronger than Neville. One would think nothing could prevent insanity from creeping in at such long lasting and intense pain, but it was possible. Holding onto the victims mind through the curse, preventing it.

After an hour, Harry had to apply a few healing charms because she had clawed at her own flesh in an attempt to stop it. He only half assedly applied the charms, she didn't need to be one hundred percent, after all.

"How do you feel, Nev?" Harry asked.

"I feel...justified. All of the trouble she's caused you, everyone, Fred and George. So when do we get the real bitch?" he replied with confidence.

"Hang on," Harry said and opened the link to Voldemort. "Voldemort, did you tell Snivellus when the attack would occur?"

"Ah, Potter. No I did not. He only knows that an attack is coming."

"Have you rescued Bella yet? I wish to gain more favour with the idiot Fudge when you mess with them and the order of the chickens. I hope you don't mind me taking out some deatheaters this weekend."

"I wish you wouldn't, but perhaps we can compromise. I'll send some of the idiots that I have, and you can have those. I'll mark their masks with a little star. As for Bella, the rescue happens tonight, and she will be there for you and the Longbottom brat to take your vengeance. I assume you have taught him by now?

"Indeed, and he's quite eager to avenge his parents. I won't tell the chickens about the time and place until just before, that way, the fun will be even greater. Oh, and your lackey's better not use anything too painful or dangerous at me and most of the chickens. There are a few of them that I like."

"Fine, Potter. But I'm starting to regret our damned agreement."

"Hey, I only care about the Weasley's and Tonks. And maybe Lupin. Oh, and Moody too. Everyone else, have at it. Oh, and sometime soon I want you to show me how to become immortal. I'm enjoying life now, and I want to keep enjoying it."

"That, Potter, is a very dangerous endeavor. One that in the past I wouldn't have thought you capable, but now, perhaps."

Harry closed the link and smiled at Neville. "I'll have her soon enough, Nev."

"But she's in," Neville started.

"Not for long. Don't worry, mate. Now, you're welcome to stay until time for school. It's up to you."

"Well, I can't stay the whole time, but maybe one night," Neville waggled his eyebrows at Harry and smiled lasciviously.

Harry smiled back as they closed the door on Umbridge and went back to join the blond haired brothers. They played some video games before hitting the sack for some other games.

Harry woke in the middle of the night to a strange sensation from his scar. He had been stealing Voldemort's power discreetly, though he really didn't know how, just that he was. Now, the sensation of charging up was a little more intense. Perhaps the magic was balancing itself between him, and Voldemort. The equal part of the damned prophecy.

He decided to take a stroll to the park for some fresh air. The last few months had gone by in a blur. He had normal, everyday fun with friends, and was happy for it. But now, in the peacefulness of the night with school coming up, the anger and pain had began to resurface.

"I miss you Sirius," he whispered to himself as he sat down under a tree and hugged his knees to himself.

He felt the harshness of the artificial leg through his jeans, causing him a blast of anger towards Voldemort and the deatheaters, towards Dumbledore and the Order, toward the Minister and the Aurors.

"Potter!" Voldemort screamed in pain through the link.

Harry calmed and focused the anger into coldness, causing Voldemort to wince.

"What the fuck do you want?" Harry growled back through the link.

"I wish you to stop this," Voldemort hissed. "After every time we speak, I feel weak, and it takes a long time for me to recover. What are you playing at?"

"I don't know how it's happening. I think magic is trying to balance itself between us since you marked me as an equal," Harry thought angrily and gave a little pull, receiving a burst of power from Voldemort, making the Dark Lord cry out.

"Stop it!" Voldemort screeched.

"I don't know how, it's more of a reflex. And I don't think I would stop it if I could," Harry said, not caring anymore about this part of his plan. "I want you to tell me about immortality, now!"

Voldemort finally spoke when Harry calmed down, cooling the pain. "Horcrux. You split part of your soul and put it in a Horcrux. The ritual requires cold blooded murder to work. I have made several of them."

As Harry calmed further, his mind argued at him. Splitting your soul would make you insane. Cold blooded murder was bad. He couldn't do it. Harry thought deeper then. Yes he could. He stared at the scars on the back of his right hand. The words 'I will not tell lies' looked back at him.

"I know who I will kill. You did not die because of these, and they give you more power," Harry said and Voldemort sent the equivalent of a nod through the link.

Only one, Harry thought. The power of the dark is enticing, and not dying meant he would never meet his parents or Sirius again. It meant he would outlive everyone, they would all die, everyone he cared about. But with enough power, he might be able to save them, maybe even resurrect those already gone. Another power surge made Voldemort almost whimper, and gave Harry another thought. New friendships that would form throughout time would give him new appreciation for life, teach him new things. Yes, immortality would be nice, just like Flamel, he thought, though the price of always outliving any friends was high. Still, how much could he accomplish over the years.

Voldemort heard all of these thoughts, and shivered. Controlled madness, if there was such a thing. A power greater than his own, the love and need for others drove the boy. He would need to tread lightly, as the greed for power would continue to tempt the young wizard. He almost wished that he had never made the oath. But if he did move slowly, he would live, and grow stronger. Every time the boy drained him, he healed stronger than before. The balancing act increasing both of their powers in every instance. This information he would keep secret from the boy, though.

"I heard that, Tom."

"Damn."

Harry chuckled and then sighed out, gaining control of his emotions again. "So, what kinds of things are to be used for this Horcrux?"

Voldemort actually relaxed as the pain he felt, much like the pain he so often gave Harry through the link, subsided. "I prefer objects of significance. I've used heirlooms of the founders, A ring and Locket from Slytherin, for example."

"Locket?" Harry sent as he had a thought. "What did the locket look like?"

"It was a heavy gold locket with an ornate serpentine S on it. Why?" Voldemort sent, stifling his worry, it was well protected after all.

Harry smiled then. "No reason," Harry responded and was able to add a slight pull on the magic as a distraction. "Did you use a diary that I destroyed in my second year?"

"It's destroyed? Damn Lucius. I wish he were alive so that I could kill him."

"So what's the ritual, and what would you suggest I use?"

Voldemort sent the ritual through the link, distracted by his own anger at Lucius, and the small pain Harry was giving him. He suggested something that people wouldn't want to destroy or throw away, and then protect it.

Harry sat quietly then, staring at the stars and thinking. Every time his hand brushed his leg, he would wince in anger at the thought. Eventually and with great effort, Voldemort managed to close the link. That made Harry smile, if only for a moment.

Harry got up, stumbled a bit with the leg that he was starting to despise, and started walking. The injustice of the three groups, factions Harry thought he should call them, was keeping Harry in an angry state. He wished he had a companion like Nagini. Then he realised that Nagini was probably a Horcrux as well, with the way the link let him possess her when Ron's dad was attacked last year.

If he were to use a snake for that, it couldn't be any garden variety of grass snake, though he thought they were pretty cool. He decided he needed a pet snake, but not for a Horcrux. He loved Hedwig, but she couldn't be as much of a companion as a snake could be. He liked the idea of a snake as a companion, something more primal he guessed. A little more raw, or natural.

He needed a Horcrux now though. The power would give him an advantage over the deatheaters during the attack. He decided on hitting Knocturn Alley for a piece of jewelry. He had thought of using the Gryffindor sword, but it probably wouldn't take kindly to being used as a Horcrux.

He glanced around and saw what he was looking for. "Hey, Snape, do you want to come with me or stay here."

"It depends on if what the Dark Lord said is true," Snape said, with just a hint of fear that he was unable to hide.

"Do you mean if it's true we have a treaty between us so that people I care about don't get killed anymore? It's true," Harry smirked.

"And what of the training?" Snape asked with a calculating stare.

"Let's just say that I've taken over where the Ministry and the Order of Fire Turkeys have failed both me and the wizarding community."

Snape stared at the Gryffindor Golden Boy. "Your big head is going to get you into more trouble than you can handle this time."

Harry's anger flashed then, and with a wave of his wand, the potion's professor was pinned against a tree.

"Are you really that stupid?" Harry growled. "I thought you were just being insulting with that description of me. The hell I went through with the Dursley means that I was never pampered as the boy-who-lived. I hate the fame of this fucking scar, I thought you knew that."

Snape stared at the boy, keeping his fear in check, as he couldn't do anything. He was completely frozen. All he could do was stare back at the boy.

"I know that you're playing both Dumbledore and Voldemort," Harry said as he slowly released Snape. "As you said to Quirrel back in my first year, you need to figure out where your loyalties lie. If they don't lie with me and the future of the wizarding world, let me know now so I can kill you. No loose cannons you see."

Snape saw the anger and coldness in Harry's eyes, then he was shocked at the pressure he felt in the glare, and fought back against the mental intrusion.

Harry tried to look into Snape's mind, and got more angry that Snape was able to keep him out. He pulled more on Voldemort's power, as he pushed at Snape. Then he broke through, and found what he was looking for right on the surface. Fear and respect. More fear than he had for Voldemort, and more respect than he had for Dumbledore. He saw that these were newly formed feelings, growing stronger every moment.

Harry released Snape. "I've started using this stupid scar and fame to my, and everyone's advantage now. I won't be played anymore. Not by Voldemort, and not by Dumbledore. Now let's go, Cyclops," he said and Snape scowled.

"Don't call me that. Since it's obvious I couldn't make you suffer for that little event, I made Dumbledore suffer a bit. This eye cost a load of galleons. Now where are we going?" Snape sneered.

"I'll call you what I like. Nice eye, though, can barely tell it's fake. Knockturn Alley is our destination," he said and disappeared with a pop.

He appeared in the Alley, Snape right after him. He realised how inappropriate he was dressed, even for this time of night. He felt like...a Jedi. He and his friends had just watched the three Star Wars movies on tape, and he felt powerful. Not like Luke Skywalker, more like how he imagined Anakin Skywalker would have felt to be driven down the dark path to Darth Vader.

He quickly thought how the dark Jedi must have dressed, probably something like Luke in Return Of The Jedi, only more ominous and powerful. With a wave of his wand, he transfigured his jeans and tee shirt into such clothing. He didn't feel like hiding who he was, though. He thought a cloak to hide his face would be a good idea at first, but now, he was reveling in his slightly dark path.

He looked down at himself, and took in the black pants and boots, and the slightly modern looking, black version of a Jedi tunic and shirt. He then thought of Luke's prosthetic hand, and the fact that Vader was mostly machine, as he looked at his leg, glad for a moment it wasn't his hand, but realising he was going down a similar path. Oh well, to save his friends, and enjoy life for once, why not?

There were more people than he thought there would be, perusing the various shops of Knockturn Alley. He was easily recognised in the dim light of the street, and his Slytherin-like smirk combined with the prophet article made most, if not all, more than nervous. He searched through several shops until he found a promising piece of jewelry.

The shop owner was a little nervous about showing it to Harry, because of his status as the boy-who-lived. A few people seemed to follow Harry about, trying to get a glimpse of him, or see what he might be up to. Let them look, he thought for the first time as he gazed at the pendant.

"I'm afraid I cannot place it's origin, Mr. Potter," the shopkeeper said.

"That's okay," Harry said as he examined the pendant closely.

It was a coiled snake, made of high quality white gold. It's head was upright, staring forward, and had tiny protrusions that resembled small horns. The eyes were made of rubies, and it hung on a thick chain, also crafted of white gold.

"Can you speak to me, little snake?" Harry hissed out in parseltongue, making everyone in the shop gasp and hold their breath for a moment.

"Yes, young master," the snake said, suddenly coming to life. "It has been long since one spoke my tongue."

"Can you tell me about yourself? Who created you?" Harry asked.

"Yes, young master. I was created by Cernunnos, also known as Herne the Hunter. Are you to acquire me? My days are long and uneventful with these humans."

"I may. I have need of a Horcrux. Do you know that word?"

"I was created to be a Haurio Custos."

Harry thought for a moment, and then motioned Snape closer. "Snape, how's your Latin?" he whispered.

"Perfect, Potter. Why?" Snape whispered back.

Harry smirked. "What does Haurio Custos mean?"

Snape thought for a moment, and then his pale skin went even paler. "You can't, Potter. Don't."

Harry nodded evilly and turned back to the serpent pendant. "You were created to hold a bit of his soul, yes?"

"Indeed young master. But he lacked the courage to go through with the ritual, and I have had no purpose these many years."

"I shall like to make you my Horcrux, then, Or Haurio Custos, if you prefer."

"The name given me by Cernunnos is Cerastes, young master."

"Very well, Cerastes. I shall take you with me, then."

"Thank you, young master."

Harry looked up to find the clerk with his mouth slightly open, his eyes narrowed, sizing him up. He smirked again when he noticed that the others in the shop weren't trying to hide their curiosity very much.

"This pendant will do," Harry said. "How much?"

"1000 Galleons, Mr. Potter. A rare and valuable object such as this does not come cheap," the man said and Harry felt his anger grow.

A quick glance at the surface of the man's mind had shown Harry that he hadn't been able to sell this for years, in fact he got it for practically nothing almost twenty years ago. "I don't like being taken advantage of," Harry said and waved his hand, pinning the man against the wall.

The other customers were a little stunned, as very few wizards were ever able to do spells without their wand. Only reasonably powerful ones, like the Dark Lord and Dumbledore, and now, apparently, the-boy-who-lived.

Thinking of Darth Vader in Starwars, Harry pinched his fingers together, and summoned his magic. The man started choking and pulling at his collar.

"I find your unwillingness to help the-boy-who-lived deeply disturbing," Harry said in his most evil, intimidating voice.

"Potter, let him go," Snape said with annoyance.

"As you wish," Harry replied and released the man. "You have had the pendant for many years, unable to sell it. I'll give you 100."

"Yes sir," the man said, rubbing his neck.

"Come on, Cyclops," Harry said to Snape after handing over the money.

Snape grabbed Harry by the arm and they left to many disconcerted stairs. Once outside, Harry cast a warming charm on his upper arm and overdid it, making Snape let go with a yelp.

"I was just having a little fun, Cyclops. Don't ever handle me like that again," Harry said sternly.

"Stop calling me that," Snape said. "And exactly when did you learn not only to do spells nonverbally, but without your wand?"

"I told you, I've been studying over the summer. And pulling power from Voldey through the link," Harry replied. "Now, I have someone to kill."

"Potter," Snape said. "...Harry, don't do this. A Horcrux isn't the answer."

"Sure it is. It will help a lot in the battle tomorrow."

"You know where and when the battle is?" Snape asked quickly.

"Yeah, but I'm not telling you. Tom doesn't trust you, and neither do I," Harry chortled. "Now, tag, you're it, Cyclops."

Harry vanished with a pop, leaving Snape standing there, wondering where Harry went this time.

Harry laughed as he appeared in the basement of Number 4, Privet Drive. Snape would have no clue where he went. He spoke with the snake pendant and found differences in what Voldemort had said. Things he probably didn't know or realise. Such as the cold blooded murder must be pure. No emotion at all, and Voldemort had killed using his anger and hate. It also needed to be done by hand, not magic. A magical kill rips the soul, where as a physical kill is more personal, cutting the soul cleanly. One last major thing was that objects made with the intent to be Horcruxes were less vulnerable than the others.

Harry walked silently into Umbridge's cell. "Hem hem," he said and she looked up at him in fear. "I think it's time for you to go."

Harry held up a sharp dagger, whose blade managed to gleam in the pale light of the cell. He cleared his mind of his hatred for her as she sobbed silently. He stared at her, wanting to kill in cold blood. Pure cold blood. Emotionless cold blood. He couldn't. He failed the same as Cernunnos failed.

"You are unable to kill, young master?" Cerastes hissed out, making Umbridge jump.

"I can't. I want to, but I can't bring myself to do it without the hatred and rage. I'm sorry, Cerastes."

"Do not be, young master. It is not in human nature to kill without provocation. I have waited years upon years. I can wait more. You speak my tongue, and that is enough for now."

Harry lowered the dagger and walked out, sealing the door behind him again. He sighed as he sagged against the wall and dropped the dagger to the floor. After a few minutes he shook his head free of the cobwebs and went back to bed. While his magic was giving him more energy than ever before, a few extra hours sleep would still help before the skirmish between the three factions.

"Are you gonna be okay?" Dennis asked as Harry readied himself to apparate to the battle.

"I'm gonna be fine. Remember, I have a deal with Voldey."

"But what if the deatheaters think you-know-who is getting weak?" Colin interjected worriedly. "What if they decide to go against him and you? They did once already, remember?"

"Yeah, and I took them all out. The leg was the fault of those aurors. Don't worry guys. I'll be fine. No more long hospital stays for me. Monday morning, we'll all be on the train to Hogwart's."

The Creevey brothers finally nodded and Harry apparated out, wondering if he should have made the Horcrux after all. After arriving in a shadowy alley in South London, he double checked his connection to Voldemort, and it was still closed. After he sent the patronis messenger, just like Dumbledore had shown him, he allowed a heavy, nervous sigh to escape his lips. He knew he didn't need to be too nervous, unless the deatheaters didn't follow their orders, or Voldemort had started lying again. He didn't think that was probable, though, with their connection and the oath.

Harry took another deep breath, and then stepped out into the morning sunlight. He was at a small shopping district, and today it was quite packed with muggles. Immediately, deatheaters popped in and started their attack. Soon too, Ministry Aurors, along with the Order, joined in the fray. Harry sighed again, as the battle was on.

A/N: The next part is on its way. I have a few things for the battle and after, just gotta write it down and tweak it out. Thanks for the reviews, please send more.