~Harry's pov.~

 I stormed down the halls the Black house, ignoring those who tried to talk me. My brain was too busy, too loud. There where too many people in the kitchen. They wouldn't shut up. I know that they where trying to help, but it made it worse. Every time that his name was used, I felt as if I was going to kill someone, preferably him.

'He lied.'

'He never loved you.'

'All the things he said, the way he touched you was a lie.'

These thought have been running through my head for weeks. Even with my friends helping me keep my mind off him, telling me that it doesn't matter and that we have more important things to worry about.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when I heard a scream.

" Harry? Did you hear that?" I heard Hermione yell.

" Yeah, I'm coming!" I yelled back as I ran to the front door.

" Please! Someone help me! Please!" A man yelled. My heart stopped.

Hermione was already outside looking for the person that called out while I stood frozen in the door way, wand drawn.

" Come on Harry, Someone needs are help." She said with force.

" No, not someone ' Mione. It's him. That lying, no good bastard." My voice was cold as tear burned in my eyes.

" You cant mean? He wouldn't dear come here after all he's done." Hermione looked off towards the direction that the yelling still continued to echo from.

Letting out a shaky breath, I stepped out into the chilled night air fully. Almost running, my legs made their way towards him.

" On second thought, let's go save his ass so that I can beat him until he forgets his name."