Author's Note:Hello everyone! This is the first story that I will be uploading to this account. I had this story on an old account, and it seemed quite popular, so hopefully it will regain it's status on my new account. It's not exactly the same though, as I will be rewriting it to make it a better story, and to also include more details. So, if you have seen this story under the name Ronslilprincess, please do not fret! I am that very same author, just with a new pen name. Also, I ask that if you really want me to continue, to leave threatening comments for me, as threats are usually the best way to get me to update quicker. I hope you enjoy the improved story!

Pre HBP

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own any thing associated with Harry Potter. If I did, I would be very happy indeed.

What Women Want

Chapter 1: The Accident

A young boy sat in, what seemed to be, a dark, dingy dungeon. The stone walls of the room gave off the impression that it would be a nice, cool place to be, but not today. Several cauldrons were set up, with thick clouds billowing out of them. The boy pushed his sweaty, black hair out of his face and glared at the man at front the classroom, who seemed to have a permanent sneer on his face.

This boy was Harry Potter, a 16 year old wizard, who was currently in a particularly nasty potions lesson. Professor Snape had assigned them a very difficult potion, Tergeo Tepidus, a potion that was designed to cool down large rooms. As Harry looked around the steaming potions room, he wondered if anyone else saw the irony in this. He smirked slightly, and bent down to continue his work.

Dean Thomas, Harry's fellow Gryffindor and lab partner, leaned over towards him. "Did I just see you smile?"

The smile quickly slid off his face as Harry looked up, and glared at him. "Can pigs fly?"

Dean shrugged, and grinned. "I'm sure with a little help from Wingardium Leviosa, they could."

"That's a levitation spell, Dean. It doesn't make things fly." Harry looked away as he said this, searching for the next ingredient they needed to add.

Dean let out a small sigh, and continued watching Harry. "Really mate, what's up with you? All term you've just been out of it, and depressed. You've avoided all of us, and all we want to do is help."

Harry ignored him, instead asking, "Where's the powdered newt?"

" I guess we forgot to get it. I'll get some from the storage cabinet." With one last look back at Harry, Dean got up from the table to search for the ingredient they needed.

Harry scowled at Dean's back, angry that he should he suggest that Harry should cheer up. There was nothing Harry had to be happy about. 'My godfather is dead', Harry thought bitterly. 'Dead, and it's all my fault. He was the closest thing I would ever have to family, and I couldn't of listened to Dumbledore, and learned occulmency. It would of saved his life!'

Harry added ingredients to their cauldron, lost in his thoughts. 'Plus Voldemort, the most powerful dark wizard is after me. One of us has to die. I'm only in my 6th year of school. How am I supposed to beat him?'

More ingredients followed this thought. People had begun to stare at Harry, wondering what he could possibly be doing, but Harry didn't notice. 'My best friends are afraid to be alone in the same room with me. It's like I'm diseased! They know it's my fault, they're scared I'll get them murdered too.'

Snape, who had been tormenting Neville Longbottom, finally realized what Harry was doing. He hurried over, as Harry's potion changed colors quickly from all the things being added to it. First it was a startling shade of violet, then an eerie blood red, and then a bright lime green.

"Potter you imbecile! What do you think you are doing? Potter!" Snape growled, but to no effect. Harry seemed to be in a stupor. The potion reached a crystalline blue, and it started to rise. Taking this as a bad sign, the class slowly started backing away. The potion was rising even more, and a low, grumbling sound surrounded them. As the potion turned to a misty gray color, the floor beneath them trembled.

The 6th years looked nervously at each other, knowing this wouldn't end well. The potion was almost overflowing the cauldron, and crackling noises filled the air.

Harry looked down, finally realizing what he had done. "Oh", he muttered, staring at the mixture in surprise. He put his right foot behind him, with the intent on getting away from the concoction, but it wasn't quick enough.

The air, previously full of sound, went momentarily silent, and then... BOOOM!

Screams echoed through the classroom, as the potion exploded full force at Harry. And then, it was over. There was no evidence of what had just happened, except for a small, wispy cloud hanging over Harry's head.

Snape's face burned with fury, and he was ready to take as many points from Gryffindor that he possibly could. Yet before he could, the small cloud began to enlarge, quickly covering Harry's head.

Harry was trapped inside the cloud, with no air. He started coughing furiously trying to escape the cloud. He was weak with lack of air, when the cloud finally disappeared. Harry's head ached furiously, and he slid to the ground. He heard Snape mutter a levitating spell, and as he was lifted into the air, he could of sworn that he heard the concerned whisperings of his female classmates. This was the last thing he could remember, before he fainted.