A/N: hello lovely readers! Thanks for dropping by and reading my story I hope you enjoy it :) I'm sorry if it isn't clear enough, I honestly have not written in a while and then this plot sorta just came in my head and its been there for a few days; so I thought it would be a good fanfiction. Feel free to review (good or bad) I would really love to see where I went wrong or right... Well anyway, enjoy! :)

Harry kept on walking with his head downcast tuning in and out of what Ron and Hermione were chatting about. Don't get him wrong, he loved them (in a friendly or family way of course) but he just couldn't stop and listen and see what they were talking about he had too much in his head. From Sirius dying and Voldemort plotting his death, Harry felt like he was carrying the world on his shoulders.

But he had to keep on going, even if he just felt like seizing up and just stopping sometimes, he couldn't. The whole wizard world counted on him to come up with some miracle plan to save them.

"-Don't you think, Harry?" Ron's voice cut in snapping Harry out of his inner musings.

"Think what?" Harry asked. "That You-Know-Who has been too quiet. I think that we need to be on even higher alert since nothing has been happening."

"Oh, yea. I think you're right Ron. But I'm feeling a bit under the weather, so I'm going to head back to the dorms and talk to you later ok?" Harry said, already dislodging himself from the group.

Hermione looked at Harry with concern sketched on her face and said, "Are you sure Harry? We could bring you to. I know you've been feeling terrible with Sirius' death and all so I have some potions if you want? Maybe sleeping drought or Pepperup or-"

"I'm fine Hermione, really," Harry smiled reassuringly and then continued, "I just need some rest is all. I'll be better after, I just need to think about some things."

"Whatever you say mate. Do you want us to bring you some food from the dinning hall?" Ron asked.

Harry shook his head and said, "No thanks, I had a little something before hand."

Ron accepted his lie, but Hermione just raised an eyebrow to show that she wasn't impressed.

Harry sighed and then as he was about to turned he felt someone grab at his shoulder. Looking over he saw Hermione staring intently at him like she was trying to find something, then she finally said, "You know Harry, I know you feel like it's your responsibility to defeat Voldemort and save everyone; don't try to deny it we all know about your hero complex. But, I just want you to know that Ron and I are always here for you. Even Neville, Luna and others." Ron was nodding along with her and then shouted, "Mates for life!"

Hermione rolled her eyes and him and then said, "Good night Harry! I'll see you tomorrow!"

"See you guys tomorrow!" Harry smiled and began to walk away.

Having a little more pep in his step, Harry then headed to the Gryffindor dorms.

Even though Harry couldn't bring back Sirius, no matter how much he wanted to, a small part of him knew that his friends could help heal the hole in his heart. They may not be able to take his spot, but they'll always be here for Harry.

But, another part of him realized that Hermione was wrong. In the end Harry would have to defeat Voldemort by himself. He might not know why or how, but something in Harry just knew.

... Or maybe you're just being your usual melodramatic self, that thinks he has to do everything on his own. Harry thought.

Shaking his head trying to rid the bad thought, Harry didn't notice the looming shadow following him to the dorms.

That is until, of course and very predictably, it was too late.

"Stupefy"