One Hell Of A Year

This is my first story on this site. Right now, it will be pretty mild but I’m going to change it up a bit later to be more… PG I guess the right word would be. I first posted this story on another site so it’s pretty downplayed at the moment. Please review and let me know what you think, thanks :]. Oh don't worry, the chapters get a lot longer later on.

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Prologue

Harry Potter, Boy-Who-Lived, stood on platform 9 ¾ at King’s Cross Station. He attempted to find his best friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger but nowhere could he make out the tall, redheaded boy and bushy-haired girl. Sighing, he dragged his trunk over to the Hogwart’s Express. Climbing on board, he found an empty compartment near the back of the train, usually where he and his friends sat.

The train took off not much later after all the students boarded and began to settle down for the long ride. Harry waited rather impatiently in his compartment for his friends to come find him but several hours into the trip, he gave up hope of them coming. Eventually he got fed up and decided to go find them.

He was incredibly anxious to meet up with his friends again. For two whole months, he had not heard a word from anyone. Many times had he sent Hedwig off with letters to everyone but no one would respond to him. At one point, Dumbledore replied back and told him that he was not to talk to anyone for everyone’s safety. It had made him so angry that he just kept sending the letters, completely disregarding what the headmaster had to say.

Thanks to having Sirius alive and well, the Dursley’s had left him alone for the most part. Unfortunately that meant he had a lot of spare time. All of his summer homework was finished within the first couple of weeks after school let out. This left the last six weeks of summer holidays with nothing to do. Harry used some of his Gringotts money, which he traded in for muggle money, to purchase new glasses. They were simple yet thick, rectangular frames and completely black except for the lenses.

Harry also decided to change a bit of his image. This included getting a haircut to trim some of the unruliness from his original style. Now it was messy but it looked good compared to the rat’s nest it used to be. He bought some new clothes, ones that actually fit him. They were mostly in dark colors but some had random light-colored designs on them. From what he was aware of some people labeled the fashion as ‘emo’ but he really didn’t care. They fit, were comfortable and looked good; that was all that mattered to him. The last thing he did was get a lip piercing, a small ring on the right side of his bottom lip. Harry wasn’t vain or anything, but he admitted he did look smashing in the new ensemble. He just hoped his friends would like how he looked now.

Checking every compartment on the train, he eventually found all of his friends close to the front of the train. He was about to enter the small room when his head started to spin. It had been happening on and off all summer. He would get random dizzy spells and usually insane headaches quite often. At first he thought it had to do with his connection to Voldemort but his visions began to taper off as he practiced meditating and clearing his mind completely before sleeping. Sliding down the wall, he waited for the spell to pass before getting up again.

While sitting on the floor, he tuned into the voices coming from within the compartment. It seemed that Hermione, Ron, Neville, Seamus, Ginny and Dean were all inside. They seemed to be talking about something and hearing their tones, they didn’t seem to approve of whatever or whoever they were discussing.

Casting a small spell enabling him to listen in on the conversation, he stayed silent.

“You’re sure he doesn’t know we’re here?” Ginny inquired.

“Yeah. I don’t want that murderer coming anywhere near me, not after he killed Cedric,” Ron spoke this time.

A murmur of agreements rang through the group.

Again Ron spoke, “Dumbledore even gave us money to be friends with him for the past four years but now I’m not taking that chance anymore. I don’t want to die!”

“Harry really killed Cedric?” Neville asked nervously. “My gran said he did but I don’t know.”

“Of course ‘e did! You-know-who is dead, ‘Arry is the only one who could ‘ave done it,” responded Seamus.

“I refuse to be friends with someone who doesn’t take other’s people’s lives into account,” Hermione added in her two cents.

Cancelling the spell, Harry stood up. He became light-headed again but struggled through it as he raced back to his compartment. Once inside he collapsed in a heap on one of the benches. Staring at the opposite wall, he refused to cry. He would not show any weakness to anyone, no matter what; even if his heart was clenching at the loss of his once best friends.

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