This is my first story and I know its not great so please read and review. You know just give me some tips, be nice please!
Disclaimer: I do don't own anything of the Potterverse and if my storyline is similar to another it's a coincidence.
I hate him! The green eyed teen thought as he walked away from yet another disastrous Potions class. I bet the greasy git gets off on making my life miserable. After all, I am the reason everything in his life goes wrong, just because my father except in looks! I bet if he were me he'd never survive a class with himself, bloody coward picking on a fucking student! The teen mentally snarled as he stormed through the portrait hole of the Gryffindor common room without even bothering to pay attention to the Fat Lady or anyone else. One day I'll get that bastard back for everything! The teen promised himself as he flopped ungracefully on his large four poster bed.
He could never handle everything I've been through; he'd crack the first day. He thinks I'm such a spoiled little prince like Malfoy, when he couldn't be farther from the truth. I bet being him would be pretty easy; all I'd have to do would be to sneer and berate anyone not a fucking Slytherin! I could walk around the whole bloody castle taking points for stupid reasons and making first years cry! Snape would never be able to handle the staring, the pointing, the bloody rumors and whispering. He could never cope with having people idolize you for your parents being murdered. He could never understand how horrible it is to be fucking abused and tortured at the Dursleys' than almost killed every year at a fucking school! He could never take what i've been through and not succumb to the darkness! HE COULD NEVER BE ME! Thought Harry Potter, current sixth year student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He hopped off his bed to pace the length of the dorm, his anger making the posters and pictures on the wall flutter as a wind picked up around him.
I can't lose control of my magic right now, not when I could hurt somebody or break something. I can't let that bastard make me throw a tantrum like Malfoy, I can't let him win. The sixth year told himself as he tried to calm down. The wind died down and the posters on the wall lie still as his magic settled once more. He threw himself back on the bed with a sigh. At least the year's almost over and I won't have to deal with the greasy git until next September. But then that's still a whole year until I finally graduate from here, a whole other year with that overgrown bat. I'd still put up with Snape over the Dursleys any day. Harry thought. At least Snape can't beat me or throw me in a cupboard, though I'm sure he'd be tempted to. Maybe I can send a letter to the twins for some ideas. I'm sure Fred and George would love to help me prank Snape. And with that, Harry Potter fell asleep with the image of a hot pink bat flying through his dreams.
The next morning Harry woke earlier than his dorm mates as always. He grabbed his uniform, his dad's cloak, and some sweats then quietly went out to the empty common room. He threw on the cloak and silently made his way out the portrait hole and to the seventh floor, or more specifically the Room of Requirement a.k.a. the Come and Go Room. Harry paced three times in front of a blank wall, and then on his third pass a door appeared. When Harry opened the door he found exactly what he'd asked for; a room as huge a great hall with a track on one side and muggle exercise equipment on the other. He'd started exercising and jogging the summer after his 4th year. After everything that had happened during the Tournament he needed something to distract him from Cedric's death and Voldemort's rebirth. So he had starting jogging through the park down the street from Privet Drive and doing various exercises in his tiny bedroom.
That summer was when he and Ron had started to drift apart. Hermione had made it a point to write him three times a week to make sure he was alright and didn't blame himself for Cedric's death. At first he was adamant that it was his fault but after Hermione laid out the whole event, even he couldn't deny that he'd done what he could've with what he had. So he and Hermione wrote the whole summer growing closer than ever, while Ron wrote one letter on the first day of summer. It went something like this:
Hey Mate,
Guess what! I'm somewhere with people who are doing something helpful while you're in the muggle world feeling useless. I might even train so I can be stronger than you and Fred and George might give me a job so you won't be the only guy with money in our group. Even though you put your name in the cup I'm still gonna pretend to be your friend to get fame too.
From Ron
Well that wasn't exactly how the letter was but that's what Harry, and then Hermione got out of it when he read it and sent it to her. He hadn't bothered to write back and when Ron didn't send another letter that whole summer, Harry felt he was better off. Harry knew he was developing feelings for Hermione but felt he ought to wait until he knew whether or not she felt the same. After all if she didn't he could ruin their friendship. Also, his training was producing obvious results, his muscles were slightly larger and his toner abs certainly showed results. When the term started he had asked Dobby if there was a place he could continue his training and Dobby showed him the Come and Go Room. It was exactly what he needed because it became everything he needed. He hadn't told Ron, who he was still ignoring even though Ron was oblivious to the silent treatment he was getting. However he had told Hermione, who encouraged him to continue his training.
When asked to join him she told him she was doing her own training. To say he was shocked would be an understatement, which showed during his gaping fish impression. Harry asked her to show him what she knew but she said when she thought he was ready they could spar. He had shrugged and they went separate ways. Later that year, when they did spar Harry had his arse thoroughly handed to him by Hermione, who was by this time about a foot smaller than him and incredibly smug. So he'd stepped up his training and the next time they'd sparred Hermione wasn't so smug when she lost every time. Other than that the 5th year was pretty quiet until the end of term when Voldemort tricked him into going to the Ministry of Magic and ended with several of his friends injured and his godfather almost dead. Luckily, he was thinking straight and summoned Sirius to him before he was sent through the veil.
That summer Harry had trained harder than ever to avoid a situation like that. The Daily Prophet was finally reporting the disappearances and deaths; needless to say Harry was pretty gloomy even when Hermione told him he couldn't save everybody.
Harry though about all of this as he ran around the track his 10th time, he decided to stop early even though he was hardly breathing differently. Harry then asked the Room for a bathroom and showered, then changed into his uniform. 20 minutes later Harry emerged from the Room of Requirement and set off for the Great Hall for breakfast. When he opened the tall door, the chatter quieted down a bit like always and he made his way toward the Gryffindor table and sat between Hermione and Neville, who had gained so much confidence he was hardly the same person. The noise rose again as Harry helped himself to a big breakfast, which was more commonplace after Hermione threatened to castrate him if he didn't eat more than a rabbit. As he was eating he looked toward the staff table and immediately was reminded of his anger the previous day when he saw Professor Snape glaring daggers at him; looking as if he hoped Harry would drop dead on the spot of he glared hard enough. Harry rolled his eyes and tuned back into the conversation Hermione and Neville were having about some man-eating plant they were studying in Herbology. Harry sighed deeply when he remembered they were having Double Potions again that afternoon. Let's just get this over with. Harry thought with a sigh.
so here's my first chapter R&R please!