Disclaimer: I don't own hp, if I did voldy woulda won... oops jk I love ya jk
Harry sat on the train seat silently as ever, his senses were numb, and yet everything hurt, no one understood and everyone thought he could have helped or even saved him. Cedric was dead and he had insisted they share the win despite the clear fact harry had won, insisted they both grab the cup. Harry had stood there and watched helplessly as green light hit Cedric, he wasn't ashamed to admit he cried, 'I'm probably crying now just thinking about it' he thought. Harry had finally begun to make friends and Voldemort stole yet another person he loved and caused everyone else to turn on him too.
His back was aching from the train jumping up and down, 'magic exists and they chose a train instead, surely they could have at least found a way to make it a smooth ride' he wondered. No it wasn't the trains fault his back was aching, it was just agrivating it. When harry had been held against Tom snr headstone his back copped the full force of it, Voldemort had looked him in the eye and pushed him so far into the stone he had left an indent in it, all his screaming and swearing did nothing to stop the monster from hurting him. It was kind of funny though, well not really but this was Harry's way of coping, smiling and laughing through the pain, Voldemort had already killed Cedric and was about to kill harry when he came and began his 'victory speech', a little to early, he stalked his way to harry but stopped inches from his face, and cut away the hair hiding his scar, and simply stared at it then into Harry's eyes. It was obvious he was using legitimins but every time looked at the scar his face would turn to disgust before returning to his eyes. At one point he lost his scary facede and his face transformed into a slightly older version of the 16 year that had emerged from the diary, and he looked as though he was going to scream and cry at the same time. Harry was preparing for the worst, Voldemort's hand had been pulled back, wand with, and aimed directly at his skull, he heard the words mesoir aparate.
Nothing could prepare him for the terrorfied face of the whole school when he open his eyes to see Cedric lying directly opposite him, face up and unmoving, eyes wide and without breathing. He could have was-
'Harry! Are you ok? You have been staring at your hands this whole trip?' Hermione aksed
'Mate we are really worried about you, please talk to us' Ron backed up
They were the best friends he could ask for, they cared for him. Just the other day when Ron had apologised for the millionth time about being a git, Hermione decided they have a night out, no alcohol since it was yet legal but Hermione has cast a spell to replicate the feelings of being drunk so they could still have fun. They spent all day in the boys dorms as dean, semus and Neville had all gone home early due to the recent tragedy. They drank, they ate and they laughing and talked all day and all night, not passing out until 1 the next afternoon, they shared their secrets and laughed with each other like a group of 8 year old girls. Harry knew they weren't perfect, Hermione was loyal to her own beliefs first and foremost, then the law and greater good, Ron also was loyal to his own beleifs but it was more in a stubborn way, and stood up for his family first. Harry agreed with both these but hoped they would never be on opposing sides because he isn't sure if they would give themselves up for him.
'To be honest it's been intense with Cedric but trust me I know when I'm fine and not fine, right now I'm probably in the middle, leaning closer to fine if anything, I just wish I didn't have to go back to the Dursleys while dealing with the grief you know, promise you'll talk with me everyday right?' Harry ended
They both nodded so he continued with 'I know it's tough for you guys to see me like this but I'm just trying to figure some things out, I promise I'll owl you with updates' Ron and hermione looked as though they were going to speak but no words left their mouths, strange for hemeiome but an everyday occurrence for Ron, they had noticed even Malloy had backed off his usual taunting of harry, even snape. Harry wasn't depressed they knew that much but he was clearly unhappy about the tournament, he was their best friend after all they noticed these things.
The compartment would have been silent if it weren't for the owls hooting and the train shaking
'Lest play exploding snap' Ron tried to lighten the mood and seeing the effort everyone agreed, it wasn't long before the conversation was almost forgotten and they were having fun as best friends again. They laughed when harry 'accidentally' cause their entire compartment to turn the shade red after losing to Ron 17 times in a row, and hermione even got into the spirit by changing the rules so they had to cast a funny spell on the next passerby if they lost. She seemed to always end up casting the spells, hitting Tracy Davis 5 times with a bat boegy hex, it wasn't as powerful as Ginny's but it was certainly cleaner.
It was something that Harry found interesting, each of the them had varying levels in magical power, not correlating with their intelligence. Hermione was more powerful than Ron but much weaker than Harry, Ginny was more powerful than both of them but again not as much as Harry. All of the Weasleys had an amazing level of magical ability excluding Ron, which was painful for him but his personality kinda made up for it, hermione was, in terms of strength weaker than all of them and even practice didn't improve this. Harry assumed this was why she like Ron so much, she was easily able to beat him in dueling without much effort, but had to admit that she was great at casting the spells, clean, fast and at the top of her ability within only a few days of trying, the thing was this level was not up to the standerds of a lot of other people he knew. She was great at the theory and practical but if it was a contest on who could make the biggest fireball she would do it in three seconds and create a fireball the size of a door but he would take six seconds and create one the size of a small bedroom.
It was obvious that they we getting bored when Ron suggested he should start revising for transfiguration next year. Hermione missed the point.
The darkness outside was creeping into their compartment as they changed from robes to muggle clothes. Hermione a pair of white jeans and a pale blue blouse, Ron a red, well now pink, old jumper, clearly a hand me down that was starting to get to small for him, and mix matched with a pair of grey tracksuit pants and harry into an elephant skin.
'Harry why don't you buy some new clothes' hermione asked
'Nah I'm being buddy's with Ron, we are the hand me down club'
'I'm serious harry, Ron's are one thing yours need to be burned, you could always convert some of your gringotts money into pounds to buys some'
Harry gave her a look that clearly meant her didn't care and started at his hands for the remainder of the train ride only looking up if they directly spoke to him which thankfully was only to tell him they had arrived at platform 9 3/4. He gathered his possessions and dragged his trunk onto the platform. He crawled out of of sight and hid in one of the nearby waiting rooms, he didn't really want to talk to Mrs Weasley, he knew she only wanted the best for him but she was really overwhelming and constantly just said he should talk to to dumbdore if he was having problems. He loved her like his own mother, but the key word was like, he would do everything to have a mother he could call his own and not share with 7 other people that were actually her blood. He waited and waited until the platform settled down and ignored to knocks on the door, pretending it was completely empty as he waited for the dursleys to arrive. Since his departure with the Weasleys last summer they didn't particularly want him returning and almost told him to walk but luckily for harry Vernon had a meeting on in London that night and was going to pick Harry up on the way through. ThE meeting had ended an hour ago but clearly he was delaying, when he finally arrived harry was almost asleep, Vernon shook a
Him awak and dragged him to the car while pretending no one could see harry at all. It was probably the nicest he had ever been to the boy.
'When we get back to my house Pertunia has a list of chores for you to do everyday, you will clean the house, I'm talking clutter and whatnot, in every room of the house, then you will dust everything, everything that is not a wall, floor or ceiling, start with the living room you are going to r...' Harry really did not care what Vernon had to say, it was always the same list and the same torture, no magic and loads of work. '... I will allow you to um well have contact with the freaks if you maintain this list GOT IT?' he yelled the last words and spoke as quickly as possibly to vomit the words out of his mouth. 'But not freaky stuff or it's the cupboard for you'
Harry was tired but had enough energy to nod and say yes sir before falling asleep, determined to get the only sleep he would likely get all summer.
He would be shocked to know how different this summer was actually going to be.
Sorry if I had bad spelling but English isn't my first language so I'm having to kinda guess some things.
Thank youuuu for reading my first chapter I know it's short but I plan on spending more time on the next few chapters I just felt like I needed to add some foreshadowing to the plot and help turn the story into my own p. I know it's atypical time to start the story so I wanted to add my own twist to it by starting it on the train and introducing everyone from their. As you know harry will be going through a lot this summer and I just want to make it a neat transition.
Hope you enjoyed it and pleassseeee review so I know where I am heading with this. Thank youuuuu