I never liked the rain until I walked through it with you; Every thunder cloud that came was one more I might not get through, On the darkest day there’s always light and now I see it too, But I never liked the rain until I walked through it with you. I hear it falling in the night and filling up my mind, All the heaven’s rivers come to light and I see it all unwind, I hear it talking through the trees and on the window pane, And when I hear it I just can’t believe I never liked the rain. Please review! ****Lyrics in chapter by Clint Black****

He wasn’t interested in Cho any longer. Hermione, was the girl he liked now.

Harry was the skinny, messy haired teenager who wore round glasses and baggy clothes handed down to him from his enormous cousin. That was the Harry that Ron knew. But this was a different Harry, a Harry that neither Ron nor anyone else, even Harry himself had seen before.