Prince of Gryffindor
Prologue: The way things were
Harry Potter lay in his bed at Number 4, Privet drive, staring up at the ceiling, counting the cracks on each tile. There really wasn't anything better for him to do, since he would be stuck there for at least a few weeks to allow the blood protection afforded him there to rebuild itself. He had just finished his sixth year at Hogwarts, and, though he was mostly over the loss of his Godfather Sirius Black, he still felt abit of sorrow, as well as a healthy dose of injustice at being stuck with his hated relatives again.
It has been a busy year for Harry, ever since the last summer. He had received training from Aurors and professors in dueling, charms, transfiguration and other magics practically every day over the summer, and several times a week during the school year. He had even managed to learn some Occlumency, which allowed him to clear his mind from attack, though not well enough to delve into its counterpart Legilimency, which, when learned, would allow him to invade the mind of another.
Yet it wasn't without a cost. Something that became all too apparent one day during charms class.
He had been outshining his entire class with his skills at dueling and offensive spells, but Professor Flitwick, the diminutive Charms instructor, began a lesson to revise basic day to day charms such as cleaning and repair spells. To his embarrassment, Harry couldn't seem to get them down, due mainly to the fact that when they had been learning them in years past, there was always something going on. Later classes would have the same result. He thought that it was just something he would get over, until Snape of all people called him on it, telling him that he was no better than a muggle if he couldn't understand just how much magic and potions had to do with a wizard's LIFE, not just the way they fought. Harry rebelled at first, but then realized Snape was right.
So now he found himself laying in bed, thinking about all the things that he had missed out on, that he really would have liked to learn, or to try. Enchanting brooms, maybe learning to be an animagus. Finding a girlfriend.
Suddenly feeling abit dizzy, harry decided that he should just get to sleep, and count the days until he was 17. So he lay back, his feet dangling over the edge of the too short bed, his head on a ragged pillow, and fell asleep as the world changed around him.