This chapter along with the next and perhaps more, will be covering what happened before the first chapter, so that you are seeing the whole picture and understanding it better. I don't want Harry to just be like screw this, I'm going to forks and be kissing Edward passionately the next day.. I want it to be somewhat realistic, as far as sparkling vampires and magic goes that is. :P

This chapter seems a little stiff to me, but I hope you like it all the same.

Go check out my story "When Enemies Meet". Its summary is: An epic battle between Albus Dumbledore and Lord Voldemort. What happens when things begin to tip in the Dark Lord' favor? Who will win? I guarantee you won't see this coming. No Pairings.

Disclaimer and Summary can be found at the first chapter. :p

Where the last chapter ended:

Albus gave him a sad little smile. "The only thing we can do. We follow Harry wishes and we continue fighting our war."

"But Albus," Severus said softly, "without Potter we cannot win…"

"I know…" Albus replied smiling sadly before slowly standing.

Severus was surprised as Albus walked over to the bedside and silently kissed Harry's forehead. "We'll give them Hell for you my boy." Was whispered almost inaudibly before Albus turned to leave.

"Come Severus. We have a funeral to organize."

Chapter Two

Two weeks prior...

"This is getting ridiculous," a familiar voice hissed into the night.

They had just returned from the Department of Mysteries a couple of hours prior and had all been immediately escorted to the infirmary, where they were fussed over by the understandably concerned Mediwitch; Madame Poppy Pomfrey. Luckily, the witch had been able to treat them all rather quickly, which still amazed Harry, before sending them all to bed, with the promise that they'd be fine to leave the next morning if they felt up to it.

Harry had lain in the uncomfortable bed for what seemed like ages before he heard something distinctively out of place, a female voice with which he had grown quite familiar with over the years. Felling guilty for eavesdropping, even if it was unintentional, Harry attempted to ignore the voice, until what it said had registered. What was getting ridiculous? He wondered, making sure to taking deep, calming breaths, mimicking sleep.

He was however surprised when Ron' masculine voice answered her, obviously trying to calm her before she waked the other patients. Too late, Harry snickered silently, a ghost of a smile etched upon his face only to be wiped away when he heard what Ron had to say.

"I know what you mean Herms, every year it just keeps getting worse! An obstacle course in the first year, complete with You-Who-Who on the back of Quirell' head; Ginny and the bloody Chamber of Secrets in the second; Dementors and an apparently innocent mass murderer in the third; the Triwizard Tournament and Voldemort's return in the fourth; now this…" he trailed off, obviously seeing her point.

"It's not even as though we can stop though," Hermione sighed, "Dumbledore needs someone to keep an eye on him you know. Potter is much too liable to join the Dark Side otherwise." She finished matter-of-factly.

Since when was I going to join the Dark Side? Harry wondered. Why in the world would he join a man who had not only murdered his parents, but also attempted to do the same to him at least six times? Six fucking times. How stupid were they really? Did they not know him at all?

"I know, we'll just have to bear it for a little while longer." Ron agreed, "Only till he defeats You-Know-Who, then we never have to see him again." Ron consoled the girl who seemed to be having many a mood swing tonight, hence, should be feared.

So that's all I'm good for now Weasley? Harry thought sadly.

"Well I can't take it anymore!" the normally peaceful Hermione exclaimed, sneer evident in her tone.

Ron, gaining himself a piercing glare when he tried to shush her.

"I'm going to go see Dumbledore tomorrow and I'm asking for a raise." She said with a tone of finality, "Potter sitting is getting much too dangerous for the amount of money we receive. Are you coming with me?" she asked.

"Don't I always?" Ron' said quietly, obviously knowing the end of a conversation when he saw one.

As the weight of what he had just heard descended upon Harry, he couldn't remember ever having been more thankful than he did in that moment for the curtains that surrounded each individual bed of the infirmary, as he knew that he would have given himself away otherwise in his shock at their words.

Given what he had just discovered, who knows what would have happened if they had realized that he had heard them?

Harry was understandably crushed, the people he had considered to be his best friends were only there for him because they were "Potter sitting" him and getting paid for their efforts by none other than Albus Dumbledore!

To make matters worse, Harry had promised that he would go see the aging Headmaster as soon as Madame Pomfrey discharged him in the morning. He would have to go sit and play nice with the man who had deceived him for the better part of five years.

Somehow he doubted that he would be able to go through that without breaking something…

A decidedly Slytherin smirk came to rest upon his face, he had found a way that he could give himself a little stress therapy, allow him to throw a temper tantrum like none Hogwarts had ever seen, break some of the Headmasters most prized possessions and all with a valid reason.

He would play the Sirius Black card.

Which would work perfectly, as everyone, especially the headmaster was so sure that Harry had been enamored with his Godfather. This however was not true, he loved the idea of a Godfather, but sadly, he found the one he had to be slightly lacking. Or was he supposed, seeing as he was now deceased. I wonder what would happen if I throw a party? Harry mused.

He had always hated bullies, and Sirius Black had to be one of the worse he had met. Seriously, who tries to feed a fellow classmate to a werewolf on the full moon just because they didn't get along? Who really cared if it was Snape? It was still despicable, and yet he had gotten away scot free. Harry sympathized

Sirius Black was an imbecile and Harry for one, was quite happy to see him gone. However, he could use his death to his advantage…

Salazar Slytherin would have been proud.

Falling into a fitful slumber, a single tear escaped Harry' eye.

After tonight, nothing would ever be the same again for the small teenager.

Little did Harry know, that he had not been the only one to have overheard Ron and Hermione' conversation. In fact, as Harry slept, two people swore their allegiance to him, promising to always stand by his side. The oaths were sworn on their magic as well as their lives.

How dare those traitors hurt their friend?

Hello everyone! What did you think? I'm personally not happy with the way this chapter turned out. What do you think I can improve on?

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~Autumn Skyie