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"That was a killer, wasn't it?"

Ron Weasley looked at his friend and grinned. "Did I do good?"

"You did great," Harry said meekly, as they trudged up towards the castle after Quidditch practise. "Dumbledore sure made a good choice, picking you as... captain."

Ron didn't notice Harry stumble on the word 'captain'. "Oh yea, I guess. Except I keep dropping the quaffle when Ginny passes it to me. She throws it too hard."

"Your sister is hot, man," Seamus said, popping up behind them. "And great job with our first practise and all."

Harry still felt a little pissed off that Ron had been chosen to be Quidditch captain. Even though everyone had said that he couldn't be the captain- after all, Harry was the seeker on the Gryffindor team, and that job was very important- Harry still thought he would have made a much better captain than Ron.

The grass was wet from that day's earlier rain, and Harry lifted his Firebolt so it wouldn't get soggy. He felt another bolt of jealousy as he though about Ron's broomstick. Dumbledore had given Lightfast 7000, the latest model to him just because he was captain. The Lightfast 7000 actually travelled at the speed of light and was self-polishing, provided a magical barrier against rain, snow and hail and could even steer itself. It was unbelievable.

The three boys climbed the tall stone staircase that led to the Hogwarts entrance, and walked through the heavy wooden doors. Immediately, a wave of noise coming from the Main Hall hit them.

"Dinner," said Ron. "I'm starving."

They walked to the Gryffindor table and sat down wearily. Golden plates and goblets appeared at their places, and Harry started gnawing at a chicken leg.

"Harry! Harry!"

"Mmm?" Harry mumbled through a mouthful of chicken.

"Harry!" Hermione plopped herself down beside him and waved a piece of parchment in his face. "Look, Harry!"

Harry took a gulp of pumpkin juice from his goblet, swallowed and glared at Hermione for interrupting his dinner. "What is it, Hermione?"

"Victor finally sent me a letter from Romania! And there's great news for you!"

Hermione beamed down at Harry. Her hair was frizzy and her nose was a little crooked from when Pansy Parkinson had punched her last year, but she still had a boyfriend- the one and only Victor Krum, who she had liked ever since the fourth year.

Harry grabbed the letter from Hermione while scoffing some roast potatoes.

Dearest Hermione,

I am finally in Romania for the Quidditch Cup semi-finals. It is cold over here and I miss you so much. I think about you every day, I really do. I miss you so much. I hope I can see you again very soon. Maybe in the Easter holidays you can come to stay in my hotel? Perhaps we can even take our relationship to the next level, my love. (Harry shuddered and wondered why Hermione was letting him read this.)

Nothing new with me, although we have a new coach. Her name is Kristen and she is very pretty. (Harry felt Hermione's grip on his shoulder tighten as he read that.) But all I can think about is you. I miss you so, so, so, so much! I have wrinkled the only photograph I have of you, hugging and kissing it so much. (Harry wished that he could just get to the part about him without reading everything about their relationship. Gross)

I do have some interesting news. Balogroff is retiring at the end of the season, in fact at the end of summer. We are holding tryouts for a replacement. Do you think Harry would be interested in trying out? I am positive he would be good enough. Of course he cannot be Seeker (my job!) but he could definitely be a Chaser.

Hugs and many many kisses,

Your love Victor

Harry handed the letter back to Hermione and continued chewing on his potatoes.

Hermione looked at him.

He swallowed and took another gulp of pumpkin juice.

She tapped her foot and looked at her watch.

Harry just ripped a piece off a baguette with his teeth.

Finally Hermione couldn't stand it anymore. "Well? What do you think?"

Harry swallowed the baguette and blinked at her. "I dunno."

"HARRY! Are you going to write back to Krum?"

"No."

"HARRY!"

Harry was getting tired of her shrieking. Usually Hermione was nice, but today her voice was like a knife in his ear. "Look Hermione- It's only February. I have, what, four months to decide whether I want to try out or not! SO JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!"

And with that, Harry got up from the table and stormed out of the Main hall. He could hear Ron calling after him, "Wait Harry! Don't you want to see the compass on my broomstick?" but that just made him angrier.

Harry strode up and down the corridors, fuming. First Ron had to go and get all up himself just cos he was Quidditch captain. Then, Hermione had to fall in love. He did not want to hear about when she and Krum were next getting together, or what stage their relationship was at.

THEN Hermione tried to set him up on a blind date with Cho Chang last Hogsmeade trip. EVERYONE knew that Cho was dating Mark Lennard. EVERYONE knew that Harry hated Cho after what she had done to him last year. And now EVERYONE thought that Harry wanted Cho back... which was not true.

The pushing to try and get him a job was the last straw. Harry was not doing well in school. He had once wanted to be an Auror, but with his grades he would be lucky to get a job as a garbage man. Harry knew that Hermione had asked Krum about the Quidditch positions, and he didn't like it. She had no right butting into his business.

Harry felt helpless. Like nobody in the world knew what he wanted, or why he wanted it. Not a soul understood him. And the worst of all- there was no one left in the world who truly loved him.

Harry suddenly found himself in a very familiar corridor, in front of a very familiar door. He then had an idea. Closing his eyes, he wished as hard as he could:

"Please, please, please, take me to my parents."

Then Harry pushed open the door and entered.

The Room of Requirement was normally quite cheery and useful, but now the walls were plain stone. Two small candles were placed in the corners of the room. And in the middle of the room lay a small item: a gold-tipped, jewel-plated dagger.

And, for once in his life, Harry knew what he had to do.

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Ah... sweet suspense. You gotta love it.

I'll try to update as soon as I can! Please stick around... don't you want to hear what happens to Harry, or what Cho did to him... or what happens to insert horror music here VOLDEMORT?

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