Summery: After Sirius' death, Harry goes off the deep end. Driven insane when he realizes that his life is not his own, but Dumbledore's, he becomes something new. What is one to do when there is an insane Potter on the loose? Run like hell and pray to god.

Sitting in his room, Harry had a lot of time to think of his life. Hogwarts, the supposed best school in Europe held too many dangers. In his five years of schooling there, he had faced Voldemort and death more times then many adults. And Dumbledore, his Headmaster, had way too much influence in Harry's life.

He had realized this much earlier than now but it was shoved deep within his subconscious. He should have been a Hufflepuff for how loyal he was to the old man.

In all honesty, who really had a Headmaster or principal who wasn't related to them, wasn't their guardian, and had the same amount of power over the kid as Dumbledore had over Harry. It was ridiculous the amount of influence, even if Dumbledore was one of the most powerful wizards out there.

Harry snorted to himself. 'He's probably the reason all this shit happens to me.'

His eyes widened and he propelled himself into a sitting position, clutching his head. He shoved himself into all his memories since he could walk.

Dumbledore told his parents to go into hiding when he was a baby.
Dumbledore knew Voldemort would attack the Potters and had tracking and monitoring devices and spells on them and the house.
He knew that Petunia Dursley hated magic along with her husband and still sent him here as a baby.
Dumbledore knew the abuse he suffered and did nothing.
Dumbledore sent Hagrid to get him for Hogwarts, even though any other school would have likely accepted him in an instant if he knew about his fame.
Dumbledore kept his trust vault away from him until his first trip to Diagon Alley.
Dumbledore knew Molly Weasley was a strict mother who came from a light family and had 5 kids, herself, and her husband go to Hogwarts and told her, she needed to ask where Platform 9 ¾ was.
Dumbledore knew the Stone wasn't safe.
Dumbledore knew Quirriel was a host to Voldemort.
Dumbledore knew what was controlling the basilisk.
Dumbledore knew how to beat the basilisk.
Dumbledore let Harry face the basilisk.
Dumbledore knew Sirius was innocent.
Dumbledore knew Pettigrew was the traitor and animagus.
Dumbledore knew Moody was a fake.
Dumbledore knew the Triwizard was a hoax.
Dumbledore knew Voldemort was back and Harry's wand wouldn't work.
Dumbledore knew Voldemort had a connection with Harry.
Dumbledore knew what Umbridge was doing.
Dumbledore knew Snape's lessons were wrong.
Dumbledore knew the ministry was a trap.
Dumbledore knew Sirius would die.
Dumbledore knew Harry's friends would be hurt.
Dumbledore knew the prophecy.
Dumbledore knew.
He knew everything.
He did nothing.
He knew.
He knew.
HE KNEW.
HE KNEW!

Harry's eyes went blank as he fell back onto his back with this new realization. His life was not his own. It was Dumbledore's, ever since before his birth.

Harry could feel his reality shattering, breaking piece by piece. Being destroyed so slowly as his mind descended into madness.

There was no Harry Potter, there never was, there was just a puppet who was now broken.

Vernon Dursley was quite startled when his television and tub of ice cream exploded in his face. He was even more disgruntled when his house and the whole street of Privet Drive began to rumble and shake.

He jumped onto his fat legs that could barely hold his weight and looked out the window just in time to see a blood red dome around his house shatter into nothingness. "PETUNIA!!" Said horse hybrid stumbled into the room, barely ignoring the shattering figurines the decorated her home.

"Get Dudders out, I'm going to deal with the freak!"

The insanely obese man wobbled up that stairs as the foundations of the house shook. "FREAK!!" came the enraged yell, only to meet deaf ears of Harry.

The previously locked door to the wizard's room shook itself right off the hinges as Vernon entered the room.

To the man's horror, his eyes met the sight of a literal hurricane of energy consuming the still form of his nephew. It was not horror for the boy, but the horror that such freakish-ness was going on in his own house and affecting others.

The screams of his panicked neighbors seemed so distant as the glowing green eyes of Harry Potter turned toward him in a slow and eerie way. The eyes seemed to pulse and Vernon knew nothing.

The deep red of fresh blood splattered all the walls of the room, floor, and ceiling. The mutilated and gory corpse of Vernon Andrew Dursley hit the ground with a sickening 'squelch', the soul once housed in it already fleeing to the pits of hell to escape the monster inside of a boy's body.

The hurricane faltered around Harry as his eyes turned away from the body. Pure energy and magic pulsed and condensed inward for a moment before violently spiraling outward, destroying the house and killing Petunia Eliza Dursley. Dudley Devin Dursley was left paralyzed and with severe burns along his whole body.

Several dozen wizards apparated onto the scene after the backlash. Order members and Aurors spread out over the scene, leaving six people to investigate the house. Albus Dumbledore stood sadly, gazing at the destruction of Privet Drive and her inhabitants. Nymphadora Tonks and Kingsley Shacklebolt stood behind the Headmaster, showing their status as Order members over Aurors. Cornelius Fudge stood fuming on what was the front lawn, flanked by Rufus Scrimegour and Percy Weasley.

"That's it Dumbledore!" the Minister of Magic seemed to have enough, if the ugly red color of his face was enough of a hint. "I'll have him in Azkaban for this! Wizengamot can't deny this one!"

Albus sighed, he knew that not even his contacts in every department in the Ministry could get the brat out of Azkaban. The foolish child had brought this on himself. If he every escaped then he would be hunted ruthlessly.

Ah, the irony. The-Boy-Who-Lived, hunted by the ones he is to protect and save.

Pity. His pawn might be useless.

((with Hary))

He could feel everything.

The power, the absolute god-like feeling he got... It was brilliant. He could feel the terror of the muggles, the sadness and pain surrounding Privet Drive. He could feel the heartbeats, the blood coursing through their veins. He could feel the grass bending and breaking under human feet, the wind brushing through the air. Animals scurrying about to get away from the sheer force of his renewed power.

And it felt good.

Emerald green eyes flashed Avada Kedavra green as a manic grin crept onto the face of the once sane Boy-Who-Lived.