Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with the Harry Potter series. It was all done quiet wonderfully by Ms JK Rowling. I'm just an amateur author using her work for the sake of entertainment (Non-profit at that). So enjoy, and don't even think about suing me!

Quick note: This story starts at the end of Order of the Phoenix. Just so you know.

He's Finally Lost It

Nemarra

Chapter 1

The office of one Hogwarts headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, was deathly silent as the news settled in. It had always seemed odd to Harry Potter- the 'boy-who-lived'- that the greatest of Dark Wizards had seen him as a threat since infancy. Now, with knowledge of the prophecy, it was all too clear why. A bloody prophecy had seen to the death of his parents, and now it had taken his godfather from him too. How many more were to die before this 'power the dark lord knows not' would be enough to destroy Voldemort? Who else was going to die over a stupid prediction that no one had even been certain it had been him to fulfil?! Harry was mad. No, he was livid. People were getting hurt, and he was suppose to be some great hero because he was capable of loving and Voldemort was not. What the hell was he suppose to do? Go up to old snake breath and plant a wet one hoping love would make him spontaneously combust? Great… now he had a mental image he dearly wished to get rid of. Maybe a muggle power drill will work. Harry involuntarily shuttered.

All the while, Professor Dumbledore remained silent as he watched the boy's eyes flash in rage. He did not blame the lad… it was a secret he really should have known about sooner. His life had been an endless nightmare because of it, and Dumbledore could only be filled with a mix of guilt and regret. So much more awaited this boy. And it was about to get worse.

There was a knock on the headmaster's door. Quickly regaining his composure, Dumbledore's voice finally cracked the silence. "Enter," he welcomed. As the door opened, it was revealed Minvera McGonagall. "Good evening, headmaster," she said respectively. Her voice was clearly restrained alerting both parties that she had arrived baring bad news. "It's well you're here, Mr Potter, as this is very much going to affect you." She paused a moment to glance between the old headmaster and the young Gryffindor. "I'm afraid it is no longer safe for Harry to return to his family's home. The blood wards were dispatched mere hours ago and the house is still being observed by Death Eaters."

"And the family?" Dumbledore spoke in concern. The dull recognition in his eyes made clear he already knew the answer the moment Professor McGonagall had mentioned the removal of the blood wards.

"They were all hit with the killing curse," Professor McGonagall confirmed.

Harry could not believe what he was hearing. The Dursleys were dead? But how? When? He suddenly felt like a gapping empty hole had opened within his chest. A pain already there from the loss of his Godfather. Harry was not sure if it was in mourning the Dursleys, or knowing he was now completely and utterly without family.

Solemnly, Dumbledore nodded his head. "Very well, thank you for informing me, Minvera. Please see to it the proper aurors are dispatched to number 4 Private Drive as an ambush against the murderers of a muggle family." Then Dumbledore's eyes turned to Harry. There was clear calculations and weighing of options behind those blue eyes that made Harry nervous. He almost wanted to laugh at the idea that being nervous was a relief to the empty pain he now felt. He wished he knew what thoughts were passing through Dumbledore's mind as he stared at Harry.

Finally, Dumbledore spoke, "Would I be correct to assume you would rather not return to number 12 Grimmauld place just yet." Harry did not need to answer before Dumbledore continued. "And though the Borrow would be superb to reside among your friends, I fear it is still too well known and leaves you and the Weasleys an open target. Though I am sure the Granger family would welcome you, I doubt an under aged witch and wizard and two muggle adults would be enough safety. I suspect the homes of many of the known Order members will be closely followed by death eaters as well. Thus it stands… Harry, for your safety, you will be staying here at Hogwarts with myself."

Staying at Hogwarts?! Harry could not believe his luck. He had remember begging to stay here in his second year in hopes of escaping the Dursleys. Though now that his family was dead, it was bitter-sweet to be staying at the first place he truly felt at home. Not to mention being left in such an enormous castle without his friends seemed incredibly doused with loneliness. Though Harry was sure it would be great to spend a whole summer with Dumbledore- considering the coming war- the holidays still looked bleak from his stand point.

*some time later…

Dumbledore sat in his quiet office contemplating the new development. The plans had all been arranged for Harry to stay at Hogwarts. He had made it the lad would journey on the train with his friends before members of the Order of the Phoenix picked him up to fly, by broom, back. He had made Harry promise not to tell anyone that did not already know where he was going. Any other day, Harry would not have stood for such secrecy from his friends. But it was a subdued Harry, who was the last of his family magical and muggle, that nodded his head before retiring to Gryffindor tower for much needed sleep.

Dumbledore knew all too well the emotional turmoil that now plagued Harry. Though he could imagine it was worse seeing as Dumbledore still, at least, had his younger brother. But to be the very last of your family? To not even have your Godparent? To never have the chance to make amends- to prove himself not a freak- to his aunt, uncle, and cousin? And then to add to the pain of loss, Harry was bestowed with the heavy burden of being the only who could defeat Voldemort on his young shoulders.

Harry was only fifteen! He should be worrying about OWLS and NEWTS! Hanging out with friends! Discovering the beautiful wonders known as courting and falling in love! Yet all of those things have to be put on hold. He had to be the hero of the Wizarding World. Nothing was to distract him of that. Not even the simple privilege- neh, it was his right!- to journey from boy to man. Why should Harry even be involved in this war at so tender an age? What about when it was all over? What about during the war… how would Harry be able to fight when he has nothing to fight for? A mule may draw away from a stick for so long before it bucks. The more Dumbledore thought of Harry's prospective future, the more concerned he grew. And so it was these thoughts that Dumbledore declared a silent vow; he would find what Harry wanted more than anything in the world, and get it for him. If it lay in Dumbledore's power, by God's holy name, he would get it! Yes, yes… and so Dumbledore took out a quill, some ink, and parchment, and began to write plots on how to get any worldly treasure Harry could ever want.

Somewhere in the castle, Harry Potter felt a chill run through his spine.