A/N- I hope you enjoy and if you find any mistakes like me saying 'he' instead of 'I' can you please tell me? Criticism is appreciated but flame is not! Thank you, enjoy.
Harry POV
Hermione had made me come back for my seventh year at Hogwarts. I wasn't planning on going back but Hermione and Ron were going back, and they were my best mates. Not to mention how she had been nagging me constantly to go back with her over the summer. Finally I caved in and I had to admit, I actually wanted to go back, not that I would admit that to her.
If I stayed at Grimmauld's place while they were in school I wouldn't be able to handle it. It would be a little awkward, being in the same year and classes with Ginny, as we had broken up over the summer. That's when I first started noticing the changes. I didn't love her like that, only as a sister, and then I started looking at Ron's brothers differently which disgusted me and had me freaking out in my mind. At first I was too afraid to share my new discovery with the others and so I didn't. Ginny had figured it out on her own, she had figured out that I was gay on her own. We talked about it and I felt relieved that I didn't have to harbor my feelings anymore. Then I continued to tell people, but I only told Hermione a week later. It took me until the end of July to rummage the courage to tell my other best friend and not because I didn't trust him, it was because he was also a guy. A guy I shared a dormitory with during the school years. He took it better than I had expected, he took it pretty well considering everything.
It was our first actual day back and I could say I wasn't too thrilled with our new room assignments. Since they wanted to keep the people who were returning to Hogwarts different from the people who were supposed to be in their seventh year separated, they had built a new section for them when they recovered Hogwarts. Only a few Slytherins returned, pretty much all the Ravenclaws,Hufflepuffs, and Gryffindors had returned but it was easy to see why most of the Slytherins had not. They were filthy worms who had wanted Voldemort to take over. They were people who were cowards and wouldn't fight for themselves. One person who had returned thoroughly surprised me. Draco Malfoy had returned and although during the war we had some sort of truce and were somewhat nice to each other, by no means would I consider us friends or even acquaintances to this day. He was still nasty to me, even though we shared a dormitory now. They hadn't kept all the houses together for the returning seventh years, seeing as how they had fought side by side in the war they would all make excellent roommates, or so the professors had thought when they came up with that oh-so-'brilliant' idea. I didn't mind sharing a dormitory with my best mate Ron, or one of my other mates Neville. I didn't mind sharing a dorm with this Hufflepuff named Steven Lerwick, or Seamus Finnigan. I did, however, mind sharing a room with Draco Malfoy. The pompous, arrogant, irritating prat that he was made it his business to tell all of us rules, which, none of us listened to. Just the thought of him trying to be in charge nagged at me though. Not only did we have to share a room with him but as it was the first day, he took forever in the bathroom that they all shared, preparing for the day as if he was a girl. When I asked him what bloody took so long he just gave me a sneer and rolled his eyes. When I opened my mouth to yell at him he just pushed past me and everyone else and left the room, making his way downstairs to the Great Hall to get breakfast.
I was walking to the Great Hall with Neville, Luna, Ron, and Hermione. Over the summer Neville and Luna had apparently gotten together. I was rather happy for both of them, they were both a bit strange and I thought they fit nicely together. When we entered we were all puzzled, except for Hermione of course, to see five tables instead of four in front of us. "The fifth one is for the returning seventh years, or the eighth years." She explained. Then it dawned on me that not all the people returning were supposed to be there, as some of them had dealt with the torment while Ron, Hermione, and I had gone chasing down horcruxes. "Finally, we'll be able to spend our last year right." Neville spoke up with a smile as he started walking over to the new addition. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt to sit over there, as long as we switch back and forth." I said slowly, but I found myself standing there by myself, as Ron and Hermione had started following the other two. I sighed quietly, I was happy for the four of them; I really was, but sometimes being single when your best mates were all in a relationship could make you feel a bit lonely. So, I headed to the Gryffindor table to where Ginny was sitting. We talked for a few minutes before I explained to her what the new table was for. She shooed me off to go join the rest and I was pretty reluctant to, as I'm sure the others hadn't noticed that I wasn't there. I waved goodbye before heading over to the table.
I was sitting on the other side of Luna and listening to a story Neville was telling about something that happened to him over the summer. We all heard a tapping of a glass from the professor's table. It was strange when I looked up and found it not to be Dumbledore and instead found it to be McGonagall who was now our headmistress. She explained to everyone what was going on and why everyone was separated but informed us that just because things were a little different it didn't mean we could start behaving like a bunch of animals. She then went to explain that all the seventh years, whether you are returning because you missed it or not, would be in the same classes together and they were all to be referred to as seventh years and no one had special privileges. Finally she started introducing our new professors. She started with the returning ones, Professor Trelawney, Professor Flitwick, Professor Sprout, Professor Sinstra, Hagrid, and Professor Slughorn. I hadn't realized how many new professors there would have to be and it made me swallow hard. The professor who took over Transfiguration was Professor Moore, a petite blonde woman who looked nice but stern and who looked to be in her mid-forties. She then introduced a man with shaggy brown hair and bright blue eyes who looked no older than thirty as Proffeser Hayes. He was to be our new D.A.D.A. teacher. The last man who had filled that job was Severus Snape and that made a jolt of pain surge through me. As I looked around at my fellow classmates, I could see a change of expression on their faces as well. I had told them all about Snape, and most of them were impressed. The new Muggle Studies teacher was a tall African American woman who looked to be in her fifties with wild black hair and gentle hazel eyes. He zoned out from then on.
"Potter." A voice hissed at me from the other side of me. I looked beside me and sighed, of course it was Malfoy. "What do you want Malfoy?" I asked dryly as he smirked at me, obviously amused by my tone of voice. "Did someone get up on the wrong side of the bed?" He asked with a smirk on his face. I was in no mood for that. "Shove off." I grumbled before starting to turn away. "No, Potter, I just wanted to ask you to hand me a piece of toast…Please." He said gesturing to it. I looked at him stunned, did Malfoy actually have manners? It seemed impossible but maybe it was true. I did what he asked and then gave it to him.
We chattered a bit and ate some, but I felt a bit nervous as we ate. There were so many new things it was a little overwhelming. The first class of the day was Muggle Studies and we didn't want to be late and we wanted to make a good impression on the new teacher. The only downside is that it was with the Slytherins. I looked beside me to ask Malfoy if he had decided to take Muggle Studies but he had already left. It would have been a stupid question anyways, Malfoy in Muggle Studies? He hated muggles. I shook my head of the thought and saw that my friends were already leaving, but slowly as Ron glanced back at me with a half-smile. They were walking slowly because of me. That's when I realized that just because they were in relationships didn't mean I wasn't their friend and didn't mean I would be left out. I walked over there and smiled as Hermione started telling us about how she had recovered her parent's memory with some help from the Ministry of Magic, who also had someone else in charge. It felt like old times when we had just talked and laughed. By the doors waiting for us was Ginny, has she had decided to take Muggle Studies as well, intrigued by muggle things just like her father. Then we were off to our first class on the first day back at Hogwarts, my home.