any major changes to sentences and what not, I used these little things just so you know

1Disclaimer: all characters and places belong to Rowling.

Notes: This story is written a bit differently than some of the stories I've seen and read on here. I' m starting this as everyone in their Sixth year at Hogwarts [since it would be much easier for me instead of starting off where no one would understand what was going on and it is to be leading up to the finale of the seventh book. If you haven't read the seventh book, there will be no spoilers since my version won't be out for a few months. Well, I've rambled enough, enjoy!

P.S: as I said before, it's written differently, in my view. Please be gentle, I am but an amateur.

P.S.S I have recently acquired a beta , Phantom of the Feudal Era , she will spot any errors that I might have missed.

Chapter One:

The Lion's Roar

" I just simply can't believe it!" a bushy haired girl stood in the middle of Diagon Alley after just purchasing a copy of the infamous and notorious Daily Prophet.

"Oh, give it a rest Hermione!" a tall read haired boy stood in front of her, apparently the two had been walking together when she had suddenly stopped. "Harry is going to be meeting us soon! Please, can we not bombard him with a sour mood before we even say hello?"

" Fine...but I'm showing him on the train!" Hermione shoved the daily prophet into bag in which she was carrying her brand new school supplies for the term. Even though it had been filled with many books, she had Mrs. Weasley cast a lightening charm upon the bag so that no matter how heavy the object it was much lighter and easier to carry. " Oh! Ron look! " before they even moved three feet where they had previously stopped, Hermione grabbed Ron's arm and dragged him aside. Before he could protest, she pointed over to where she saw Draco Malfoy and what appeared to be a house-elf. Carefully, Hermione hid them both behind her copy of the Prophet which she expertly wrenched out of her bag and they both pretended to read.

"Well, well, well! a Mud-blood and a Weasley, what seems to be missing? I know, the "Golden Boy" Potter!" Draco had seen them, taking a moment to sneer and but a nasty emphasis on the name Potter. " Where is Potty? Trying to convince St. Mungos he's not crazy?" Draco gave a short laugh, pointing at the cover of the prophet. A moving picture of Harry Potter being held onto while he struggled in front of the doors of St. Mungos. The caption above read ' Potter, Hero? Or Zero? '

" You shut your mouth Malfoy!" Ron growled, he straightened up his posture and towered over the smaller boy in front of him. Hermione kept telling him he wasn't worth it and to just leave to go meet Harry at Ollivander's.

"Oh! They let him out? According to Rita Skeeter he had been deemed ' dangerous and threatening!' said he kept screaming in his sleep and crying out for Cedric! HA! I bet they were lovers!" Malfoy's house-elf jumped and laughed with glee. Draco began speaking in a tone most people reserved for small children and pets. " Oh Ceddy! Let's give us a kiss then! Oh I lo-" Malfoy was cut off. before he could say another word. Harry Potter had appeared up behind him in time for the rude remark and had grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and whirled him around to face him.

"What was that?" Harry's motion of grabbing had been so fast that unsuspected that Draco gave a small squeal when he was wrenched around. Draco even gave a small shiver, the coldness in Harry's voice was almost existent to those who heard because Hermione and Ron even shivered slightly. " I said...what...was...that?" He asked again, even though he was shorter than Draco, the blond boy had been forced to crouch down cowardly. It was almost as if the two boys were suddenly locked in a dark and cold, silent world of their own. Grey eyes stared into green eyes, both of them now sneering and glaring.

" You will not harm him!" the squeaky voice of the house-elf broke what was one of the most intense silences around them and it was so sudden even Harry jumped a bit. He looked over at the small little thing, it was wearing a silver and green pillowcase and had been carrying Draco's things which he placed down carefully beside him. The whole time neither of them had even noticed the crowd growing around or Hermione and Ron telling them to knock it off. Ron was now gripping onto Harry, pulling him away from Draco. The force in which Ron had pulled him away had caused Harry to knock Draco harshly to the ground.

"My father will hear about this Potter! You should of stayed in St. Mungos!" Draco's threats were now a drift on the breeze but the anger was still fresh in Harry. They sat in the newest addition to Diagon Alley. It was a new tavern called ' The Cobblestone'. Harry bought them a round of butter beer and was currently clutching his in both his hands. Hermione went off to the washroom for a moment and Ron watched her things. They had managed a booth, once Harry had entered the place a few second years had spotted him and bolted out of the place leaving them this filthy table. Hermione had cleaned it, secretly of course as to not offend the Bar tender.

" Blimey Harry, what was that all about?" Ron finally asked, taking a swig from his bottle.

" What was what?" Harry asked rudely, "Malfoy's just a little piss, you know he deserved what I just did" he took a drink violently and chugged his bottle, snapping his fingers for another.

"Yes he did but, what the hell were you doing to him?" Ron made his voice a bit more silent as the waitress came by and slammed the drink in front of him and walked off.

"What do you mean, Ron? I was threatening him, wasn't it obvious?" he watched as Ron shook his head.

"Maybe you or Malfoy didn't know it, but it was like you were...a Dementor or something!"

"You're being stupid Ron, I'm not a Dementor!" Harry shook his head. Here we go again, he thought, there's always something different about me, always something strange happening every year, damn it I hate it..."Well?" he was waiting for an explanation since Ron hadn't spoken, he noticed he was looking over Harry's shoulder. He turned around and saw Ron was staring at Hermione who was counting change for the bar tender after purchasing some cakes for them to snack on. "Come off it Ron, just ask her out!" All of Harry's previous anger had deflated into nothing for the moment, amusement took over his emotions and a laugh stole the voice in his throat. As Hermione returned, Harry was still laughing and Ron was a delightful shade of scarlet.

"What happened?" asked the bushy haired girl, setting down the tray and taking a seat beside Ron. As Harry opened his mouth to speak about how Ron was checking her out, Ron deliberately stuffed a cake into his mouth to shut him up.

"Er, nothing Hermione, just a rude joke..." he coughed into his hand and began stuffing a cake into his own mouth whilst Hermione rolled her eyes and mouthed the word 'boys'

" So we were uh..." Harry coughed, still choking on a bit of the cake, " talking about what had just happened earlier. Ron said that you saw something strange, and it was as if I was a Dementor?" Harry blinked and opened his bottle of butter beer, taking a drink to get rid of the cake, glaring at Ron for a moment who gave him a teasing yet apologetic smile.

"Oh! Yes, it was very odd. I saw you come up behind Malfoy and as soon as you got angry...it went very cold and...it was like -"

"All the happiness was gone out of the world?" Harry finished her sentence for her in a mocking and annoyed sort of way.

"No..." Hermione gave him an offended look. " It was like all the world had been filled with the anger you were feeling, I even saw a couple of people standing around to watch get angry at their friend just because he was breathing wrong. Then, when you broke apart, everything was back to normal. Harry I don't know what it is but I think you should -"

"Should what Hermione!?" Harry interrupted arrogantly and sighed roughly, putting his head in his hands. " I am so sick and tired of things like this happening!" his voice changed into a mocking tone " Harry Potter this, Harry Potter that...every freaking YEAR something like this happens and every year there is one thing I have to change about myself! I'm sick and tired of it!" He stood up, drained his Butter beer and slammed it back down on the table. People were staring at him, "What?!" he barked out and they all turned away. Harry looked at his friends who were not only terrified, but offended and Hermione looked like she was going to cry.

"Harry..." she blinked, tears streamed from her eyes and Ron wrapped his arm around her to comfort her while still looking at Harry. "We just want to help you..." she spoke quietly. Harry sighed and made to leave the place.

"Look...I'm sorry about that, it's just all the hype in the Prophet and now this...I'll meet you at the Burrow, I need some time to myself." He touched Hermione's hand in apology and apologized to Ron who accepted. He paid for their drinks and gave them some extra money for more and left the Hog's Head. His best friends watched him leave and descend down the street through the window before discussing Harry then decided to switch the topic to the up-coming year.

End of Chapter One

Author – Black Wulfe ( . ) " Tee Hee"

Beta – Phantom of the Feudal Era ( - ) . - ) "…"