Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter because if I did I would not be writing these stories but actually publishing them into books.

A/N So here's a story I've been meaning to try out! It takes place in Harry's sixth year so for all of you who haven't read to the sixth book…you may want to stop reading…there is a few spoilers here and there. So enjoy!

Chapter 1:Epismia

Harry Potter sat in the Gryffindor common room one cold, February morning. The crackling fire warmed his pale, sullen face. "Harry are you sure you don't want to go to bed?" Hermione said worriedly. She was standing a few feet away from him holding some homework she had been working on. Her eyes were fixated on Harry and expressed anxious and concerned emotion.

"Positive." Harry said grumpily. His face seemed to be in a permanent scowl.

Hermione sighed, "But it's so late-"

"Then go to bed Hermione!" Harry snapped. He did not look up at her. His hand propped up his face.

Hermione looked offended and looked as if she would cry on the spot. However she took a deep breath and recomposed herself as she turned and walked to the Girls Dormitories. Harry watched their walk up the stairs gingerly. Harry felt a pang of guilt and regret for his sudden outburst but quickly shrugged them off when he remembered why he was upset. Harry realized his snappy attitude shouldn't be pinned on Hermione at all but he was in too rotten of a mood to care.

His day had quickly got old as Ron went on and on about his family problems. It wasn't his fault of course. Harry knew that Ron cared for his family, however Harry couldn't sympathize with Ron's recurring problems. "You know how it is Harry. Families always want something from you. If its not something physical its something like using kinder words." He said oblivious to the fact that Harry did not have a family. Or maybe he did know. Maybe he found entertainment in seeing Harry get all moody. After all, it did leave him and Hermione with something to talk about other than school work. Which was another thing that was bothering Harry.

It seemed as if the only words in Hermione's vocabulary were "N.E.W.T.S", "study", "homework", and so forth. Today Hermione decided that it was time to start preparing for final exams even though they are more that three months away. She had forced Ron and Harry to join her in the library to look at what could be on the test. Nagging was all he seemed to hear from her as she told him to study more and not focus on Quidditch. Now she was nagging him to go to bed. She made Harry feel like he was doing everything wrong. On other days, Harry could deal with nagging much better than he had handled it today. However, today his temper was a little short.

Things escalated even more when Hermione and Ron left Harry alone in the common room while they went to do Prefect duty. "Harry we will be back soon." They said before they left. Harry was a little jealous they had been chosen and it bothered him they always left him by himself. However, he didn't have to be by himself for long when he was summoned by Dumbledore. Dumbledore had reminded Harry of the prophecy and explained some of Voldemort's history, which Harry assumed would assist him later on. It once again dawned on Harry that the wizarding world was depending on Harry.

"I hate my life." Harry said aloud once he saw that Hermione was out of sight. "I wish that my parents were still alive." He muttered making himself more comfortable on the chair he had been sitting on. "Then Ron couldn't rub in his family anymore, and I would have parents to nag at me and tell me what I was doing wrong, not Hermione." He added. "And best of all, I wouldn't have the fate of the Wizarding World on my shoulders. I would be normal. I would be Harry Potter. That's all not some great hero that everyone thinks I am. I could live my life the way I wanted to."

Just then he heard something stirring behind him. The portrait hole creaked open. Harry's heart was beating ten times its average speed. "Who's there? Hermione?" Harry called out. Harry remained quiet to listen for anymore noises to follow. He looked around the common room expecting some familiar eyes, but he saw nothing.

"It's probably nothing" Harry told himself. He began to sink into his chair some more as he scanned the common room for anymore suspicious activity. He continued daydreaming. "Mum would make me sandwiches like Ron's mom always makes him. Dad would play Quidditch with me in the yard." Harry whispered to himself, "I wish they were alive." Harry said again. Harry's eyes began to get heavy and he found that his blinks were getting longer and longer. The last thing Harry remembered were the words "Epismia" whispered in a hushed voice. Harry lifted his groggy head to see who it was but saw nothing but darkness. Harry was soon asleep in the Gryffindor common room.