Disclaimer: The only thing I own in this story is the plot line. Not even the chapter names! They're song titles or quotes.

Author's Note: This is my first fanfiction. So read and enjoy. I'm very accepting of criticisms so just be truthful tell me how horrible this is. Also, this story kind of ignores some things about Harry Potter and doesn't ignore others so just... try to follow it as much as you can. I'll explain something if it doesn't make sense. Just ask. Also, this prologue is kind of strange and the rest of the story is NOT like this at all.

It's the end of the fifth year, Harry Potter has been taken back to Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. He's locked himself in his room because of Sirius's death. No matter who tries, what they say or what spells they use, they haven't been able to get in or have him talk to them. It's obviously a hard time for the dear Boy Who Lived. He also had been rather upset that Ron and Hermione had gotten together and he had been left in the cold. He had begun to fancy Ginny but Ron was his best mate and he couldn't do that to him.

"Harry. Open this door right this second," came a stern voice. Harry wanted to laugh. It was Hermione. He heard a few spells being muttered.

"I said open the door, Harry. Come on," said the voice getting less stern with each word. Then, Hermione broke out into tears.

"You're very selfish you know. You're not..." sobbed Hermione, then she whispered quietly, "You're not the only one who cared about him." Then Hermione stormed away hoping Harry hadn't heard the last part.

The end of fifth year and the end of Sirius Black's life caused Hermione Granger grief to no end but she's glad she's got Ronald Weasley to keep her sane. They had recently gotten together. It was actually on the train home when Ron plucked the courage up to ask her to be his girlfriend. She said yes and then he had mysteriously disappeared after but Hermione had thought nothing of it. Nor had anyone else for that matter. When they recieved their O.W.L's Hermione nearly fainted. She had gotten O's in nearly everything. Of course a P in Divination but that's the only failing grade. Who needed Divination anyway.

"Merlin, Ron, Merlin," squealed a pacing curly haired girl.

"What?" asked a red-haired boy identified as Ron.

"I see owls. They must have our O.W.L's," the girl almost screamed.

"Calm down, Hermione. We all know you got all O's," laughed Ron, comfortingly.

"No. No. I've failed it all," yelled Hermione, grabbing her hair.

Ron got up and whispered into her ear, "I love it when you're like this."

Ron Weasley, confused and emotionally unstable at the moment. He had gotten brutally attacked by brains before Sirius died and he hadn't been quite the same since. Though, he had Hermione Granger to keep him sane, or did he?

"Ginny?" yelled Ron, "Ginny!" He was walking through Grimmauld Place looking for his sister. He passed Harry's locked room and stopped when he heard voices.

"I am now," said Harry.

"I– I was wondering if you were alright," stuttered Ginny, sounding nervous, "Well. Obviously you aren't okay because you locked yourself in your room but..." Her talking was interrupted by silence and what sounded like a kiss.

"Shit," whispered Ron, "No."

Sirius Black, pushed into the veil by Bellatrix Lestrange. His own flesh and blood. Everyone said he is dead. The veil is death, they say. Harry Potter openly disagrees and fights that Sirius Black, the notorious Marauder from his Hogwarts years, is still alive. Deep down, most know that they agree with Harry, but they won't get their hopes up.
"Sirius! NOOO!" called out an untidy, black-haired boy with a scar across his forehead.

"NO!" called out many others but it was too late. Sirius had found himself flying through a veil. He landed in a room so silent the silence burned his ears. He wanted to scream out but he couldn't open his mouth. Then he heard sobbing.

"No. He can't be dead. He can't be dead!" sobbed the boy, who was Harry. Sirius felt helpless, stuck in the silent room.

Ginny Weasley, she was slowly falling for Harry Potter... again. She had a frightful crush on him before her Hogwarts days up till her second year. She didn't know why but she just stopped liking him but now, she interacts with him more and the flame of love is lighting.

"Hey, Harry," said Ginny, standing outside his door, "Please. Let me in." Harry thought about letting her in. He wanted to. He liked her. Though, he had let no one else in so he decided against it.

"Please," he heard her asked, "I want to see you. I won't tell anyone you let me in." Harry got up and took the charm off his lock. He went to sit on his window sill and used his wand to open the door, suspiciously. He wanted to seem mysterious for Ginny.

"Ha– Harry? Are you okay?" asked Ginny.

"I am now."

Albus Dumbledore. The man is amazing and intelligent. He is admired by most of his students and his co-workers. He trusts everyone and would be willing to give up his life for anyone. The end of Harry Potter's fifth year in school had shown his great skills. Leadership, determination and luck. Also, he seemed very powerful. All those listed also seem to match another wizard. Lord Voldemort. Dumbledore preferred to address him as Mr. Riddle or Tom.
"Albus?" asked a quivering woman's voice.

"Minerva," replied an old man.

"What will we do for a teacher now?" asked the woman close to letting her concealed tears fall freely.

"We wait," answered the man with a strange twinkle in his eye.

Lord Voldemort was trying to win the war. He wanted Dumbledore dead. Then Harry Potter dead. Nothing, he thought, nothing was worse than death. No matter how many times the old man denied it, he knew nothing was worse than death. Nothing. Okay, so maybe he lost the first major battle and now the ministry knows he is alive. Just a minor setback. Not to worry, not to worry.

"Wormtail! My wand," barked a snake-like man.

"Ye-- yes, sir," stuttered a rat-like, pudgy, obviously weak man.

"Now that the ministry knows I'm back we've... excuse me, I've got to be more careful," said the man darkly.

"Of course, sir. Do you need anything else, sir?" asked the man, shaking.

"Do you need anything else, sir?" asked the more powerful man, obviously mocking him but the other didn't seem to notice his sarcastic tone.

"Well I coul--" began the man.

"SHUT UP! You bloody idiot."