Here is my first Harry Potter fanction. It begins in the sixth. Yes, the sixth and the later years have been altered. I do not own any Harry Potter characters. I hope you enjoy. Please let me know what you think.

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The night sky trembled and roar entwined with storm that was raging. He had been battling his mind and heart all night. He knew that Dumbledore has been using him for years. He knew that he had not felt like this, since the night before Harry Potter's first day at Hogwarts. Even the headmaster knew what was about to be asked of him this coming year.

He looked out the window of his townhouse. Even the headmaster, does not know the promise that he had made to Lily's spirit as he knelt down next her corpse. Tears dropped from his eyes onto her face. He begged for forgiveness. He swore on life that he would protect her son and see that he had a long and happy life. He felt a calmness and love envelop him. He knew that her spirit heard him and accepted. Some would say that it was not binding, but he knew in his heart and soul that it was.

The images as he continued to look out the window and wait. He knew that they would be arriving soon. He has been ordered to make the vow. He is still trying to reconcile with the promise he made to Lily. He still can remember the boy entering the Great Hall. He had the longest time under the sorting hat. He wished that he knew what took place. However, he knew that only Potter knew what went on during that time. He was sure that the Headmaster knew as well.

He can remember how much he reminded him of James Potter. It instantly set his anger. It was the way boy seemed to act conceited and self-assured. He grinned a little because who should the boy seem to annoy the most. His godson of course. The position it put him in over the years pissed him off to no end.

He glared off into the night. He knew that there was something off with the boy. He has known since he tried to forcibly teach him to block his mind last year. He glimpsed images that annoyed and confused him. It even annoyed him that the boy without knowing what he was doing was able to channel back to his mind without wand or words. The boy glimpsed images that he wished the boy had never seen.

He pushed the images and concerns to the back of his mind. He built his wards and shields around him, as he watched to cloaked figures walk towards his door. It was time to put on another show. He took a seat and began to look at the paper. He allowed Wormtail to usher Narcissa and Bellatrix into the room.

He watched the two woman. He had to show keep his disdain hidden. He wanted to yell at Narcissa for even allowing her husband to make Draco take the mark. He was still very much a boy. He did not need the task or horror of killing someone at such a young age. He enjoyed the pleasure of shocking Bellatrix in agreeing to taking the Unbreakable Vow. He just wanted it over and done with, so he can go back to his thoughts.

He had just closed the door; when he heard Bellatrix laughing about having to pay The Borrow a visit. He sent Wormtail away. He sent his Patronus to Arthur Weasley. He could only hope it would get there in time.

It was in the middle of the night. Potter was looking out the window. Dumbledore had left him at the Weasley's only two days earlier. He was thinking of Sirus. He could still hear Bellatrix's taught. He still feels the anger and hate. He heard Voldermort's words. He still knew that could have cast the Killing Curse at her. He moved his neck the way Voldermort did sometimes.

The anger increasing within him. He felt alone. He knew that no one understood. He was changing. He could still feel the distance building inside between him and his two best friends. Yet, no one else could see it or feel it. It angered him. He even told Ginny that they would be nothing more than friends.

He looked into the night towards the marshes. He thought that he saw movement. He shook his head as he heard Bella's taunts again. It echoed through the night. He took off into a run. He did not bother to see the lights come on throughout the house. He was already heading into the marsh.

He reached a piece of island in the middle. He the moment he saw Bella in his sights; he did not hesitate. He yelled with all his anger and hate, "Curcio"

He heard her screaming. He did not release till he saw a curse coming at him. He quickly released the spell and cast a Shield Charm in time to deflect the curse. He heard Bella yell the same curse back him but his Shield Charm withheld. He saw a purple light move through the marsh. He was not alone.

Remus was at his side. "What have you done?"

"Nothing, but was necessary." He angrily retorted. However, before anything more could be said more curses were heading towards them. They kept going back and forth till they saw disappear into the night.

Soon, they were all back in The Borrow. Snape's warning allowed them to protect their home in time. Harry sat their angrily shaking. He barely heard Remus telling them that he casted an Unforgiveable. Everyone seemed to be yelling at him at once. He rose. He yelled at them to leave him alone. He grabbed his broom and took off into the night.

The only thing Harry heard as he took the air was Ron telling everyone to let him go. Harry was not stupid. He did not go too far. He stayed near The Borrow, but remained in the air. He flew with speed and did several stunts. He knew that Remus was watching from the ground as well as Tonks. However, he continued till he felt the anger dissipate, and the joy of flying filled him.

He landed after a couple of hours. Tonks was the only waiting for him. She returned the smile that Harry had on his face. "You okay." She held out her arms.

"I am now." He embraced her.

"You want to talk about it." She asked giving him a chance to refuse.

She watched as he looked from her to the house and back to her. "I do not know. I am not sure I fully understand. I am not sure that I could put it into words." Harry mumbled softly looking at the ground.

"I am sure that you are feeling quite a lot, lately." Tonks kept her voice soft and kept her arm around Harry.

He always wanted to be loved for he was. He always wondered what it would mean to have a mother and father to love and guide him. He knew that the Weasley's considered one of their own; however, it was not the same. He only had the Dursleys', and they hated him. Dudley was a little nicer this summer and a little more freedom. It was still bad till Dumbledore took him from the diner.

Tonks watched emotions war within the teenager, who turned sixteen a week ago. He did not push her way but moved out of the embrace. He tossed his broom. The grief and anger filling him again. "No one understands. I cannot seem to get them to understand. Every time, I try. I keep getting the same thing over and over again. I am not alone. I am still a child. I am tired of it."

Tonks remained silent. She knew it was for the best. She watched him pace. She did charm a punching bag to appear. She had already charmed the area with a Silencing Charm, so no one could eavesdrop. She watched Harry approached the bag. She knew that he was lost in his own thoughts.

"There is so much anger and grief but mostly anger. No one wants to tell me anything. I maybe sixteen, but I have never been child. I am not a child. I have battled Voldermort several times. I have killed a basilisk, survived a tournament that I should never have been in, watched a friend die, battled the Imperious curse and succeeded, had my blood forcibly taken to bring Voldermort back, fought him in real life, battled Death Eaters, had Voldermort possess me. I heard the prophecy, yet no one wants to explain and tell me anything."

Tonks watched as he continued yell and punch the bag. She slightly jumped back when he continued his triad in Parseltongue. "He knew the whole time. He addressed my letter to the cupboard under the stairs. He knew that they were neglecting and abusing me. He knew and kept sending me back to them. Voldermort is in my head. I can feel, hear and see him at time. No one wants to tell me anything. Snape forcibly tries to teach me to block my mind. He hates me. I am not my father! I am not a child! I am not Voldermort! Yet, I feel like I am becoming him!"

The last came with a punch that decimated the punching bag. He fell to the ground crying. Tonks came near him and wrapped her arms around him. "I did not mean for you to hear all that." He spoke through the tears.

"It is not a problem. I did not understand most of it. You drifted into Parseltongue for the latter half. I only understood Voldermort and Snape." She felt him tense in her arms. She watched as he broke from her arms and ran into the house. She could hear doors slamming. She walked into the living room.

She felt all eyes on her. "How is he? What did he say?" She felt Remus come near him. He could sense her concern and sadness.

"Not good. I do not know what he said. He ranted in Parseltongue." She heard all the gasps. She continued to embrace Remus. "The only thing I truly understood was that he does not want to be treated as child."

"He is just a child." Molly Weasley stated.

"I disagree." Tonks snapped. "I do not know why, but he has never seen himself as a child. I do not think he knows what it means to be a child. It was I felt from him. If he stated it or the reason he felt I could not say, because I do not understand Parseltongue. I understood completely two things Voldermort and.." She looked directly at the new arrival. "Snape. What he said about them or meant. I know not."

Molly rose and stood in front the professor. "What have you done to my boy?"

"I have done nothing to him. He is not yours." Snape deadpanned in his usual voice. Snape pushed his emotions back.

"I have seen be harsh with Harry. I was there in the third year." Remus snapped.

The two men stared each other down. Tonks got in the middle. "None of this will help Harry. We have to move or he will be expelled from Hogwarts. He cast the Cruciatus Curse, tonight. It is for his own safety that he remains at Hogwarts. I fear what will happen, if he does not return."

Arthur and a few others left right immediately for the Ministry. The Borrow was constantly surrounded by Order members. Harry remained quiet. He spent time alone in the room he shared with Ron, or he was flying on his broom. Arthur returned a couple of days later. Harry would not be charged and able to return to Hogwarts.