Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story except Professor Crowley and Leila Diggory. All the other characters belong to J.K. Rowling.

Author Notes: Just to clear a few things up, this story is not meant to criticize(eg. I have nothing against anime. I just use that idea in the story). This story is just for fun, so please do not take things seriously...just enjoy! Anyways, in the story, these are the pairings: Draco/Hermione, Ginny/Harry. Cedric Diggory also makes a ghastly appearence in this, as does his little sister! Enjoy the story! :)

Chapter One: The Anniversary

"Harry! Harry, wake up!"

"Oh, what are we going to do? He might die!"

"Shush! Don't speak like that! He will not…he won't…I know…"

"How do you know Ron? How?"

"I can feel it Hermione. He is alive…he must be…after all, he is the great Harry Potter! The one who survived You-Know-Who, the one who--"

"I know about his past, let's just think about whether he will survive his future for now!" Hermione hissed.

Pain shot through Hermione's head. A pain that was so common to her, a pain that had persisted to remain with her since the day Harry and Hermione became friends. It existed because of a fear, a feeling of dread in Harry's future. Ever since Harry became her friend, she tried protecting him. She always accompanied him in his dangerous missions whether she liked it or not. Harry was not only her friend, but he was also the reason she existed. Because of him, she lived and breathed. He was a part of her and she hoped she was a part of him too. Ron was between them. When things got tense, Ron brought everyone back to earth. He was lively, and sweet, and the three became the best of friends, always defeating every obstacle that came in their way. They could win any challenge, because they were together, until one day…

Flashback: September 12, 1996

Hogwarts Great Hall, Gryffindor Table

"Are you going to eat that?" Ron asked, his stomach grumbling clamorously.

"Oh Ron, do you never stop eating?" Hermione said patronizingly, and she went back to reading her copy of 'Mistreatment of House-Elves'.

Ron looked longingly at her plate of scrambled eggs.

"Ugghh…just take it Ronald. I have to run to the library anyway," she said.

"Why do you have to go there? Then again, I shouldn't ask. Every year, you've got some crazy excuse to go to the library, and you never tell me why."

She rolled her eyes and said, "I am going to ask Madame Pince if I can make a speech about the mistreatment of house-elves and tell the students about the S.P.E.W."

"Not the spew again!" Ron cried.

"It is S.P.E.W, Ronald Weasley, and if you can't appreciate my hard work for this organization, then I will kick you out!"

"Why would I want to be part of this so-called organization anyway? The only members are you, me and Harry!"

Hermione looked outraged. Her face was turning bright purple. "#$#$!!!"

Ron smiled feebly, "There, there pumpkin, calm down… say, where is Harry anyway?"

Hermione returned to her normal color, but she had a look of worry mixed with anxiety, and dread, spread across her face. "I don't know. I haven't seen him all morning. The last I saw of him was last night. Did you see him today?"

"Yeah, this morning when he was changing into school robes…he seemed very peculiar."

"Peculiar as in…?" Hermione asked.

"He was behaving rather odd. When I asked him if I could borrow his deodorant, all he said was, "Just as long as I can borrow your boxers, baby!"

"Ron!"

"No, I'm kidding…he just looked really sick. He was all white, and he seemed just…sad."

"I think we should go look for him," Hermione said.

"What about your spew thing?"

"I'll find time for that later," she supplied coolly.

The two of them raced across the halls looking for Harry. They asked random passerby if they had seen him, and most of them only screamed, "You know Harry Potter!? Oh my gosh, he's like famous isn't he? Can I like have his autograph?!" The rest just said they didn't know where he was. They searched the classrooms, but they couldn't find him. When they were just about giving up, they heard a noise coming from one of the rooms. It was a soft murmuring. They entered the room, only to find that Harry was sitting on one of the chairs softly speaking to himself, and glancing below him every few seconds. Ron and Hermione got closer, and Hermione squeaked, "Harry, um…are you okay?" Harry jumped. He laughed tensely, and said, "Oh…yeah, I'm fine…"

"What do you have there?" Ron said noticing what Harry was holding tightly.

"Oh this old thing? Nothing really important…" Harry said anxiously, and he didn't notice his chin sticking up in the air.

They all knew Harry was lying. Whenever Harry lied, his chin would stick up in the air.

"You know Harry, you can tell us. We are your best friends. We just want to know the truth."

Harry looked apprehensive, and then gave up. "It's my mum and dad's wedding anniversary today. This is a picture of them at their wedding. That's Sirius," he pointed. "See, all the people in this picture died." He lowered his head…

"Oh Harry, I am so sorry…I don't know what else to say--"

"Don't say anything. Just please be quiet…" Harry looked annoyed.

Looking at the surprised, but hurt look on their faces, Harry quietly said, "Look just forget it okay? They're gone, and that's that. It doesn't matter anymore. Let's just go back up to the common room."

They all seemed relieved at this suggestion. The topic made them all squirmy and uncomfortable. They walked back up the stairs silently, each having a different thought on their mind…

End of Chapter One