A.N. Just a quick one shot. It was under EvilAngel under Harrypotterfanfiction, but I'm beginning to despise that sight! Ulgh...

Summary: One-Shot, Harry's thoughts takes him away to a mind that's not his own. Or is it? Has people used and abused him so much that he's finally snapped? Very Dark Harry.

Lies

Lies I tell you! They all lied to me, and shunned me aside like I was some naughty kid who didn’t go to bed at the right time. Now they want me to fight the darkest wizard and most evil wizard of all time? I won’t do it I tell you! I have had enough of this troubled life. It sickens me how people use, abuse, and stabs each other in the back and then they have the nerve to come back and apologize and pretend as if everything is OK again. That’s not bloody hell happening this time. No, I have done my fair share for the Wizarding World, and I just get bitch slapped in the face for it. I have lived a life of misery for that old man. The old man with the sadistic twinkling eyes and sickening sweet tooth. Was this the way it worked last time? Did the old man use and discard people away at his will? Whenever he thought, it was necessary. If this is so, then the Light Side is no better than the Dark.

I tossed and turned all night long, and the following days weren’t much success, seeing my godfather gets shoved through a veil by an unexpected spell did not help matters at all. Being left alone had become the best gift my relatives could give me and the best gift they could give for themselves. No one wants to mess with me right now.

The day I arrived back on this damn muggle invading street, I swore to myself that I was not going to listen to the fucking Ministry of Magic. I was going to do things my own way. My wand was not going to be surrendered.

I lay in silence on my own pathetic excuse for a bed my green eyes fixated on the ceiling, wand gripped tightly in hand.

My eyes felt as if they were going to burn out of their sockets, I hadn’t had proper sleep in Merlin knows how long. I felt the hate swell up inside of me as I thought of the overly kind man with the long white beard. Oh, how he made me angry. How he destroyed the last of my innocence and taken away, the only person, I ever considered as a father figure. My life will never be the same. My eyes have seen too much, my ears have heard too much, my nose has smelled too much blood and decay, and my mouth has tasted too much dryness. I’m too tired to worry about everyone. The lies that have been told to me, will run in my veins forever. I will not be the same.

My mind wonders over the course of fifth year, the toad like bitch, who made my life hell, the rat face bastard who pissed me off. They will get the retribution. I will take it, and give it, and unleash the horror that is within my soul. I can’t guarantee that my actions won’t have dire consequences, but it is something that is going to happen. It is inevitable. When an old man plays with fire, he is likely to get burned.

I will cause brimstone and fire, I will make everyone suffer like I have suffered. I have had enough of playing the golden boy. It is time I play the wild card, and change tune. I know this doesn’t sound like the Harry James Potter everyone knows, but the Potter everyone knows is slowly fading from existence, and the new Harry Potter is taking place. There is only one person to blame for that, and that is the man who told me lies for their gain and the light side. Not giving a damn how I would feel.

The growing sensation of acid was rising in my stomach. I felt it coil around my intestines and squeeze. I closed my eyes for a second of relief, and open them to feel everything going hazy. The scar on top of my forehead was burning and sizzling. Pressing my hand to it, I laid there closing my eyes, anger was right. He felt anger just like I did, we both have many similarities, but we both have many differences, but the similarities are adding up, and the outcome may not be good.

I sighed and rolled over and slid my hands under the tiny flattened pillow, eyes closed I rolled the wand around between my fingers. I’m tempted to use it, to lash out the anger I have felt all year long. I’ve asked myself, is this good way to take things? Aren’t I being a little irrational? The answer to that is, no. I am not being irrational. I think I’m being very rash when I say that some people deserve revenge and some people are to damn cumbersome to get off their arse and act like adults instead they run around frightened of a four-foot nine hermit.

She will be the first to get what’s coming to them, then Fudge, that Minister has meddled long enough, and as soon as I’m done with him, Lestrange will be next. I don’t care how long it’ll take me to get my hands on that sadistic bitch, but I will. I promise. The last on my list will probably be Dumbledore, I have a few more in-between, but if you know me, I believe you can figure that one out. Dumbledore... the main cause and sole reason, I am turning away from everything I have ever known to embrace something more.

The lies that have been told to me will be told no more, I will get the truth, I will ask questions, and I will get the answers that I deserve once and for all. I have yet to decide whether I want to murder Voldemort, maybe one of these days I will but that day isn’t today.

I live to see the day when Dumbledore’s face has shock written across it do to my insubordinate behavior. His golden boy turning into the monster he had feared all along. I never said I would go dark or evil. But I’m not light and I am not innocent. That word was stripped away from me. I don’t know where the road will lead me, but I will pave my way as I go, whether good, evil, light, or dark. Each one of these has their disadvantages and advantages, weighing them won’t be difficult, its deciding my fate that will be the hard part.

The End