This is my first Fan-Fic. ( If you don't include a script for Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone adapted for the stage;which was originally written as an idea for a production at my school that never came about.) A friend of mine told me about fanfiction.net and I posted it.  So please be ever so  gentle when you review it, as this is my first actual story.

                This story is my view on the 5th book , Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, by J.K Rowling.  Harry and his friends are older now and are dealing with different things.  This is about a part of Harry's inner struggle.  It is purely my imagination and I have no idea what is in store for the adoring fans of HP like me. 

                This particular situation is of my creation.  May I remind you that Harry Potter is NOT.  If it were, I would be a very happy and not to mention wealthy person.

                Please be sure to read the fine print:  HARRY POTTER , characters, names, and related indicia are copyrighted  trademarks of Warner Bros.  (so2)

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Harry Potter

            "Potter?  Uh um!  Potter!  Mr. Potter!  Wake up!  There is no sleeping in my class.  Ten points from Gryffindor." 

Snape hovered over Harry, his greasy hair barely touching the top of Harry's head.

                He hissed, "I'm warning you Potter, I don't care who you are!"

                Harry picked up his head as Snape walked back to his desk.

                "He's such a mammby- pammby!"

                Hermione nudged Harry.

                "Right then, what ingredient am I missing in this potion?  Can anyone tell me? Potter?

                "I don't know professor," said Harry.

                "Of course you don't.  I was just keeping you on your toes."

                Harry twisted the end of his quill with his fingers.  He would have given anything to be out of Potions class.  He was thinking of the upcoming quidditch match.  Harry was now a fifth year at Hogwarts, next year he would be captain of the quidditch team. 

                "Miss Granger, could you hand me your powdered spine of seahorse?"

                "Oh yes.  Here you are professor."  Hermione pulled the powder from her bag.

                Harry was now fighting off sleep.  Not only was he nervous about the match, but he hadn't gotten any sleep the night before.  As he started to nod his head, Hermione prodded him in the side with her elbow.  Harry looked up and saw Malfoy with a grin spread wide across his pointy face.  His Potter Stinks badge that he was wearing was shimmering more than ever before. He had been wearing it religiously ever since last year's Triwizard tournament and he was still spreading rumors of Harry murdering Cedric Diggory

                Potions was always a horrid class.  Snape hated Harry as much as he did and took every opportunity to make it clear.  He was going to referee the first quidditch game of the season against Slytherin.  Harry was sure that he would show favor towards Slytherin. 

Harry began to think back on all of his years at Hogwarts.  It suddenly dawned on him that his wondrous seven years were coming closer to an end.  He realized that his future was so unclear.  He didn't know if he would be a great wizard or a quidditch star.  He then worried if he would ever have to go back to the muggle world; if he would ever have to go back to 4 Privet Drive.  And as he thought of this Cho came up in his mind.  She really would have gone to the Yule ball with him, had Cedric not beat him to her.  But Cedric was dead, people were still trying to get over that.  How could he then go with her.  Harry was so deep in thought that he didn't even notice the OWL practice worksheet in front of him, which he only had five minutes to complete.  He would be taking his Ordinary Wizardry Level exams this year.  And to Hermione's surprise, he hadn't even given it a thought.

                "Harry, you have to turn this in today," whispered Hermione.

                "Uh, what?"

                Hermione rolled her eyes and stared at him disapprovingly.

                "You really should take this seriously.  OWLs are very important, you know."

                "I know.  I just…er."

                "You just…what?  It looks as if you were daydreaming.  You've got to stop this Harry.  Snape will get on your case."

                Harry looked up at Snape who was now staring straight at him.

                "Well, he can just bugger off," muttered Harry without looking away.

                Class was finally over and Harry and Hermione were headed off to the Great Hall for lunch.  Ron was behind them and came up to Harry.

                "I need to talk to you."

                "All right then," said Harry.

                Ron glanced at Hermione and said sharply, "alone!"

                Hermione gave Ron a quick stare and said, "Anything you can tell Harry, you can tell me."

                "Actually I can't.  Why don't you go to the library and study a bit.  You'll want to be prepared for those OWLs, I reckon."

                Hermione grunted and stormed off.

                "That girl, I swear…"

                "What do you need Ron."

                "Well, perhaps you could tell me why you and Hermione were the last ones to leave the common room last night.  It looked like you were talking about a bit more than astrology charts."

                "Ron, I can explain."

                "Yes, please do."

                "Right then, she wanted to talk to me about something important."

                "Oh, she did, did she?"

                "Yes, and why would you care Ron?"

                Harry knew the answer.  He knew that Ron had seen Hermione in a whole new light since last Christmas at the Yule Ball.  Even Harry had, but Hermione was his friend and he was going to remain true to her secret. 

                "Why do I care?  Me? I-I don't care, no. I just well … er, I thought you liked Cho!"

                "Ron stop dodging me!  I don't like Hermione like that.  We were only talking."

                Harry took a deep breath and said, "You should tell her."

                "Tell her what?

                Harry stared at Ron while shaking his head.

                "What?"

                "That you like her."

                "Nothing doing.!"

                "Well don't say I didn't help you."

                Harry walked into the Great Hall and sat down next to Hermione.

                "What was that all about?'

                "I don't know.  He's Ron, what do you expect."

                "You didn't tell him, did you?"

                "Of course not."

                "Good, because I don't know what I would do if this all got out."

                It was becoming hard for Harry to swallow.  Here, Ron and Hermione were playing hard to get with each other and he was in the middle of it.  And Ron bringing up Cho wasn't helping any.

                Suddenly, Professor McGonagall tapped Harry on the shoulder.

                "Potter, Weasley wants a word with you."

Harry looked at her with a confused gaze.

                "George Weasley," her eyes slightly popping.

                Fred and George were the twin brothers of Ron.  They were constantly getting into trouble for their love of breaking every possible rule at Hogwarts.  Their constant mischief actually caused several new rules to come about.  George was now the captain of the quidditch team for Gryffindor and Fred was co-captain.

                "Oh yes, George."

                "Right on Potter.  He'd like to talk now."

                Harry walked out of the Great Hall and trudged up the stairs.  He walked past the fat lady and into the common room.

                "Hey Harry!"

                "Hi George.  What's this about?"

                "Oh, well we aren't playing against Slytherin."

                "We aren't?"

                "No, Ravenclaw."

                "Ravenclaw?!"

                "Yes"

                Cho was seeker for Ravenclaw.  Harry wasn't really looking forward to playing against her.

                "Harry, you are an amazing player.  Absolutely amazing.  But we need you to be even more aggressive.  Ravenclaw has got some new players.  They are really good too; but we can beat them."

                "Are you sure, I mean it's definite?"

                "Yeah, Harry, what's the problem?"

                Harry didn't really have a problem.  In fact he was rather happy that he wouldn't have to face Malfoy.  It was just that he would be playing against Cho.  His stomach almost turned inside out just at the thought of it.

                "Nothing.  Nothing at all.  I was just making sure and all."

                "You all right Harry?  You seem a bit pale."

                His nervousness had flushed all the color from his face.

                "Now, not to worry you even more, but Snape is still referee."

                "Oh yeah, why is that?"

                "I dunno, it's the first game of the season.  Maybe he wants to see to it that it's a fair game.

                George looked around and sighed.  "I'll miss this all."

                Harry didn't really know what to say.  He looked at George and gave him a reassuring look.

                "We'll do fine."  He looked directly into Harry's eyes, "You'll do fine."

                George looked away and nodded.  "Well, I'll let you get back now."

                As Harry walked out of the common room he thought about Cho and the upcoming game.  He was so deep in thought he hadn't even noticed Malfoy coming his way.

                "So Potter, it looks like you lucked out this time.  Probably would have tried to kill me if Slytherin was playing, just like you did Cedric."

                Harry could feel the anger mounting up inside him.  But he felt it better to keep calm.  Any response on his part could cause even more rumors.

                "Lucky for you, my father is here to see the match.  You won't be able to get away with anything."

                Harry's bright green eyes flashed.

                "Well, I'm sorry he missed his opportunity to stop me," hissed Harry with resentment rising in his voice.

                Before Malfoy could even respond, Harry turned and walked back to the Great Hall.  He had so much on his mind now.

                When Harry reached the Gryffindor table, he quickly sat down next to Hermione who was now giving him a questioning look.

                "What?"

                Hermione tossed her head and softly said, "Do you think he fancies me?"

                Harry sat still for a minute while contemplating what to say.  Without looking at her he said, "Get off it, Hermione."

                Hermione looked at him with her mouth wide open in shock, "Well thank you Harry, that's very supportive of you."

                He looked up at Hermione and then brought his eyes back down focusing on nothing but air.  He simply said, "He does.  But he'll never admit it."

Hermione flattened out her necktie and pulled at her sweater while saying, "Well then, that's just too tough for him."

                Harry shook his head at her and gave a smirk.

                "What's gotten into you anyway?"

                Harry gave her a quizzical expression as his smirk faded.

                "What?"

                "I'm serious Harry, you aren't the same."

                She edged her eyes on him.  "What did George say?

                "We aren't playing Slytherin."

                "Oh! Well Harry, I should think that's a good thing."

                Harry stiffly said , "Oh it is."

                "But what?....Who are you playing anyways?"

                Harry looked at her and then sighed, "Ravenclaw, we are playing Ravenclaw instead."

                Just as he was done saying this he looked over at the Ravenclaw table and caught a glimpse of Cho.  She was laughing with her friends.  If only she knew the way he felt. 

                Hermione folded her arms and said sternly, "You know Harry, for all the things I was so open about Ron with you last night, I should think you would want to discuss what was bothering you as well."

                Harry didn't know what to say.  Hermione was a girl, she had no problems with telling him all about her feelings for Ron.  He had felt this rather foolish as the two of them were too stubborn to even do anything about it.  But on the other hand, Harry didn't want people knowing about Cho, not even Hermione.

                "I'm a bit tired.  Not feeling to well, you know.  I think I'll go back up to the dorm."

                As Harry walked away, Hermione followed him with her eyes until he was out of sight.

                When Harry had entered the common room, he plopped down in one of the armchairs in front of the fire.  He heard someone coming down from the stairs.  It was Ron.

                "You were right."

                Harry turned his head and looked at Ron.

                "You were right, you know," continued Ron, "I should tell her."

                Harry brought his head back around in front of the fire.  " It would probably get her off her soapbox and stop the preaching."

                Ron slowly walked towards Harry.  "I didn't mean to ..er… what I'm saying is that I was just uptight and seeing you talking to her, um well…."

            "It made you jealous."

                Harry knew all about Ron's occasional jealousy towards him.  Ron came from a poorer wizard family and everything he owned was a hand-me-down.  Harry had all the money he needed, left over from his parents.  Not to mention Harry was famous for his scar and taking Lord Voldemort out of power all so long ago, that he couldn't even remember.  Ron, who was his best friend envied Harry's fame because he felt forgotten about.  But it was a different time now.  Things were a lot different than 14 years ago.

                "Yeah, sorry."

                Harry got up from the chair and headed to his bed.  He pulled out his firebolt from his trunk and began polishing it.  Ron followed him in.

                "You nervous?"

            "Come on Ron, how many games have I played now?"

                "I just figured, you know, first game and all."

                There was a long silence and Harry finally ended it by saying,  "We're playing Ravenclaw.  You reckon we'll win?"

                Ron smiled and laughed out, "Win?  Win! You'll pulverize them, beat them to the bloody ground!"

            Harry's eyes twinkled and his old smile was back again. 

                "You think so?"

                "Sure.  You're the greatest seeker of all time Harry.  You've got the Firebolt and Ravenclaw's  seeker only has a Comet Two Sixty.  What's her name…Cho?   Not nearly as good as yours.  It's all in the aerodynamics, Harry."

Harry was sure Ron didn't even know what that word meant.