What do I feel?

prolouge

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANY OTHER CHARACTERS. THEY ARE THE PROPORTY OF J.K ROWLING

A/N: This is going to be a harry/angelina fic. Taking place in Harry's 5th year, and some things, ok, a lot of things, may seem off or different. Harry may seema a little OOC.

Flames are welcome.

'…' thoughts

"…"speech

(….) actions as they happend

Prolouge

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There was a long corridor before him. At the end stood one door. He was vaugly aware of running towards it, but for the most part, it seemed as if he was viewing his running form in 3rd person. He drew closer and closer to the door, till he finally reached it. He stretched his hand out for the knob……

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Harry was jolted awake by a stabbing pain on his forhead and brought himself up to a sitting position on his bed. He brought his hand up to rub his unique lightning shapped scar as he tried to will away the last traces of pain that still lingered.

'….it was…that dream again….' He thought, reflecting on what had awaken him. 'I have the same dream EVERY night, but I always wake at the same point……what does it mean…..' his thought pattern trailed off, as if waiting for a non-existent answer.

Feeling rather dejected, he turned his head to the side and noticed that the sun was coming up. 'might as well get up and dressed….going to have to anyways….'

After reaching over for his glasses and putting them on, he got up from the bed and started going through his clothing. He ended up wearing a plain black t-shirt, black pants, and his usual tennis shoes. He the grabbed his robe and proceeded to pull it on.

Just as he finished getting dressed, Ron woke with a start, screaming, "STOP THE TAP DANCING SPIDERS!"

This caused Harry to turn around and stare at Ron.

"What the…" Harry trailed off, thinking that it would likely be better for his sanity if he didn't ask.

"….it was a dream, thank you god….oh, mornin' Harry" Ron said, his face fading from relief to cheerfulness.

"ummm……good morning Ron…."

"So, Harry, what's today?" Ron asked, causing Harry to turn his head a full 360 degrees to look at his callender.

"Friday, why?" he was curious as to why Ron wanted to know. He NEVER asked what day it was, prefering to just go to all his classes until he found the right one.

Harry looked over at Ron, only to see him go stiff as a board. This made Harry curious. 'what's so bad about Friday….oh….history of magic….' Dun dun duhhhhhh.

"Never mind Ron, forget I asked. We all know how it sucks to sit in Binns' class listening to a goast tell us about petty goblin wars and…." Harry's ranting was cut short when he noticed Ron shaking his head with a look of fear and anxiety creeping onto his face.

"It's not that, it's…ummmm…."

Seeing as how Ron probably wouldn't finish what he was saying by himself, Harry broke, "It's what? C'mon, you can tell me. It can't be that bad can it?"

Ron's face turned crimsin as his discomfort grew. "I can't say. You'll laugh and take it as a joke."

"Come on Ron, you know I won't. Just tell me, I promise not to laugh….please?" Harry put on his best face for begging and even went as far as to get down on his knees.

"Well…um…y-you see, quidditch try outs…t-today……." Ron trailed off looking, if possible, even more red. He was fully expecting Harry to burst out laughing and ask if it was some kind of joke. What he did not expect was….

"You serious! Wow, that's great! It would be so cool if you made it, then you could show everyone. Are you any good?"

Ron visibly relaxed after noticing that Harry wasn't laughing or even joking about it. "I'm pretty decent. Fred and George used to always make me play keeper when we played, so I got plenty of practice in."

"That's good to hear." Harry beamed at Ron, thinking of what it would be like with him on the team. Then, realization hit him as he remembered on of the reasons he hated Umbridge. Harry groaned.

"I forgot, that sadist of a women has me in for detention today….Angelina will blow her top….." Harry brought his hands up to massage his temples as he felt a headache come on. He also thought of the engraving he was carefully hiding on his hand, and he did NOT fancy having to cut it open for hours on end again. Giving a sigh, he turned to Ron. "We better get going or we'll be late." The two boys went throught the common room and exited the tower.

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A/N: Ummmm…..yeah….this is kind of short, but then again, it's a prolouge, and they have an annoying habbit of being like that. Anyways….I'm working on chapter 1 right now, and will get it up ASAP. Like I said, it will most likely be a Harry/Angelina fic. Flames ARE welcome, but I probably won't waste my time reading them…..Later