Disclaimer: I solemnly swear that I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters. But I do own Ally the house-elf.

A/N: This is my first fan fiction. Please review and if you don't like it, I'll do something else but if you want to know more then say and I will post the next chapter tomorrow. You have 24 hours to decide. I hope you enjoy. Happy reading.

Chapter One

Harry awoke in a cold sweat. He'd had that nightmare again. Well, it wasn't actually a nightmare, more like a replay of watching Sirius die. It had been five years now and he was still dreaming about it.

He looked at his watch. Half past seven. It was time to get up anyway. Harry got himself dressed and went downstairs. Ron was at the kitchen table reading the paper.

Hermione was busy trying to persuade their house-elf, Ally, to eat breakfast with them. If Hermione had her way, they would never have got a house-elf but Harry and Ron out voted her. She reluctantly agreed to one but only if they paid her.

"Hermione, will you leave Ally alone, you're scaring her." Ron scolded. Hermione stuck her tongue out at him and turned back to Ally but she had gone. Harry laughed. Hermione sighed and sat down at the table.

"Morning Harry. Sleep well?" Hermione asked while putting some toast onto her plate.

"Not too bad. I had that dream again." He told them. He poured himself a cup of tea and sat with his friends.

"You've got to stop blaming yourself, Harry." Hermione told him. She looked at him sympathetically. He hated it when she looked like that at him. He didn't want anyone feeling sorry for him.

Harry looked at Ron and found him silently crying.

"Ron, what's wrong?" Harry asked. Ron pushed the paper to him and pointed to a small article at the side of the page. Hermione read it with him and burst into tears instantly. Harry put his arm round her.

"Why wasn't this on the front page?" Harry asked angrily to no one in particular. "This should have been bigger news."

Voldemort had struck again and this time their friend Neville had paid the price. Harry, Ron and Hermione had gone into hiding. Harry because Voldemort was out to kill him and Ron and Hermione had gone to keep him company, for the sake of his sanity. Neville had been their secret-keeper.

"You don't think he told him, do you?" Hermione sniffed.

"Never." Ron slammed his fist on the table. "He would rather die than tell You-Know-Who anything." Hermione tutted.

"Why won't you say his name, Ron?" She asked wiping her tears away.

"Because he doesn't deserve to have his name said."

"Grow up, Ron."

Hermione got up and stormed out. Ron shook his head at her.

"This needs to stop now." Harry stated.

"Any suggestions?" Ron asked.

Harry shook his head. He was completely deflated. He was so angry with himself. The one person he had always relied on not fearing Voldemort and he was gone.

Dumbledore was fearless right to the end, two years ago. But what did Harry do when he died? He ran away and went into hiding rather than stand up to him and stop him killing everyone he called family.

'This stops now.' He thought to himself.