My first fanfic. Don't Hate!

CHAPTER 1- DECISIONS

Harry Potter was sitting on his bed at number 4 Privet Drive and thinking how life took such a negative turn the past year.

First he was entered into the Triwizard tournament by a crazy (now insane) madman who half the time wanted Harry dead.

Then there was the dragon, the wild red dragon- Ron. He was completely hell bent on thinking Harry was an attention seeking prat with lots of gold that he shouldn't have. It only took a much calmer and better mannered dragon to see his foolishness and, Harry thought bitterly, that was only after the dragon nearly turned him into a human shish-kebab.

And if it wasn't for Hermione, Harry thought afterwards, he would've been driven straight into St Mungo's. Harry paused to consider her.

What was she?

A sister...or something more?

Harry couldn't deny the fact that Hermione was fast becoming a woman, as Ron had learned during the Yule ball. Another thing that Harry had hated during the previous year, it was a total disaster...well it could've been worse, it could've been like Ron. Harry added with a small chuckle.

But he was getting sidetracked, Hermione while starting to file out magnificently he never really saw her as a good friend...or a sister. Yes, Harry thought she was the sister he never had.

His mind moved on to the first people who he has ever considered family- the Weasley's.

He always felt love and warmth at their beautiful (to him) and magical (bad pun) home. The Burrow itself was not extravagant but it was something that few houses had. He couldn't put his finger on it; the closest he could muster was family. Harry loved and treasured every moment spent there... from Mrs. Weasley's brilliant meals to playing Quidditch in the field. He loved it.

He carefully analyzed every member of the family... there was Ron who was funny, and his first friend, but was easily angered and could be so jealous it practically radiated off him. Then there was Percy someone who was proud and quite big-headed in Harry's opinion, but was also rather intelligent. The twins...were...well...the twins, they were pranksters with reputations to rival the infamous Marauders. Harry never knew Bill and Charlie well so he couldn't judge. Then there was Ginny...he never really paid attention to her. All he knew was that she had a crush on him since the beginning of time and the Chamber incident. He sat upright with a jolt. All this time he thought no one knew of the nightmares and demons that cursed his dreams and wove through them every other night. Ginny knew...she knew the pain. Then with another jolt and thought his blood went cold, all thoughts abandoned him...who actually helped her after the Chamber?

No one.

Those two words bought Harry a sense of dread and guilt, he had Ron and Hermione who both in their own way faced Voldemort...but Ginny... she was tossed aside by the trio after a few weeks. Harry vowed to become friends with her. Ron and Hermione were good but Ginny knew what it feels like.

Harry's wave of guilt continued as he thought about Voldemort and the pain the bastard inflicted.

Something clicked inside of Harry that day, something that would change the course of many lives that day.

As 14 year old Harry James Potter sat in his small room and even smaller bed he realised the deaths of Cedric, his parents and all those people, they were killed by the snake-faced freak. People might feel guilty for being alive, but that should've been channelled into rage or anger towards Voldemort.

So as young Harry thought he realised:

Voldemort killed those people

Voldemort lead the force that destroyed people and their dreams

It was all Voldemort

By now Harry knew he had 2 options mope around all day cry himself to sleep at night and fuck up his life or he could train and be prepared muster up his courage and show Voldemort the mistake of crossing his path and ruining his life.

He was in for the shock of his scaly life...

AAAnd there's Chapter 1

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