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Harry Potter knew something was wrong with him. He was being mean and not happy and hates everyone. he knew his magic was darker than most he saw. Also his arua was not that nice to be around with. Everybody thought it was fighting the dark lord ,a powerful one at that, and left him be for 2 years. But slowly they notice that it wasn't the fighting residual arua but Harry's own. So the articals popped up every year day and weekly. Some saying he is practically a dark lord to he is a dark lord and waiting for an opportunity to fight. So Harry went to the goblins bank to take everything with him . Harry wrote a note Dear British magical community, I am Harry Potter with so many titles. But I don't care. What I care about is that with the articals and everything . I am not a dark lord or an evil person. I am leaving and never going back. With hate, H.P. Harry left that night, built a house, and relaxed for 10 years. Trained his powers and learned everything dies. He became semi emotionally detached to people and things