Harry potter hated
If I owned it I wouldn't be here you?
Harry stared in disbelief. His mind couldn't comprehend what he was seeing.
No surely not.
After all he'd been through, that everyone had … Harry had to stop himself from hexing the old man there and then. How could he have trusted… no why had he trusted those blue eyes with his life?
The battered but loved piece of parchment fell from his grasp floating gently to the ground.
Ron snickered, his face contorting evilly as he slowly as he raised his wand to point at Harry.
"So you finally know seven whole years of standing by your side" Ron looked ill as he spat out. The last thing Harry ever saw was a flash of green.
So what did you think of chapter one short I know but there is method in my madness.