A/N I decided to change this chapter as how it was lacking a lot of information that was needed. I hope those of you who have all ready read it the first time, like this one better. Please Read and Review as I want to have your opinions on if this is better then it had been.

It had been a long and eventful sixth year for Harry Potter. Many things had transpired some good and many that were bad. It had started with the summer before when he had to deal with Sirius' death and the prophecy that had been kept hidden from him for so long. Then of course there was the fact that he had to stay with his horrible relatives once again.

That definitely had been an extremely long and lonely summer for him. He was forced to deal with his Godfather's death alone even though he did receive letters of encouragement from his friends. Still he never felt like talking about or telling them his true feelings regarding how he felt guilty about having caused the incident. He believed that with it having been his fault that this was his way of being punished.

There were however a couple of good things that happened that summer. The first being that thanks to the Order having threatened the Dursley's he was no longer forced to do everything around the house while they sat on their asses. It seemed as if they went out of their way to leave him alone most of the time and this was a very welcomed thing. It allowed him to stay in his small bedroom and deal with his problems without fearing the wrath of his Uncle Vernon.

The other thing of importance was that his magic began to increase and change. On his sixteenth birthday he found that he was able to control fire purely by accident. He had been feeling very lonely and somehow he ended up causing the small decrepit bed to suddenly burst into flames.

He had contacted Professor Dumbledore right away when this had happened. He'd been a little scared, all right a whole lot and feared that something was wrong. That same evening to his surprise instead of a letter from the Headmaster, the man had actually come to his home.

It was that night when talking with Dumbledore that he found out that he was able to control fire and use it like an elemental. He was told that he would be able to get better control of it in time, but that it would take a lot of hard training to do so. He also learned that he would probably not be as strong in it as a true Elementalist, but he would have good control and usage of fire. With hearing this he had decided to train hard and learn everything he could about controlling fire with the idea that it would eventually come in handy, especially in battle.

By the end of that summer he had learned some control but knew that he would end up having a lot more training back at Hogwarts if he ever wanted to gain full control, especially seeing as it was somehow connected with his emotions. And that would be the hardest part in his training. The other interesting thing that he learned was that he could also do wandless magic. This pleased him greatly as he finally found out a little more about his powers and abilities.

He had been looking forward to returning to Hogwarts for another year. Even though a lot of bad things had happened while he was there and would probably continue to happen, he somehow felt more relaxed about being there. After all, Hogwarts was considered by him to be his one true home. The other thing was that somehow he had a feeling that this year might actually turn out to be better then the others even though there was a war going on and a crazy, maniacal Dark Lord was out to kill him.

During the year he would continue his training with Dumbledore and others for the upcoming battle that was inevitable. The other thing was that he had been made captain of the Quidditch team which was something he was very proud of. Also he figured that being back in school would allow him to not think about Sirius as much as he had all summer.

By the first day of school he had come to terms with the prophecy, but a part of him flatly refused to accept it. That part kept telling him that it was false and there had to be another way in defeating Voldemort. He had told his friends this as well, feeling that since they were his friends they had a right to know about it. At first they had been shocked and actually refused to believe that it was true. But with Harry's reassurances that it was indeed true, they slowly began to accept it as he had. They even went as far as to vow to help him with his training and be by his side when he met Voldemort on the battlefield.

Now it was the last day of the term and they would all be returning to London where they would meet their family. Harry was currently sitting on his bed after having packed his trunk. He was allowing his mind to reflect on all of the things that had transpired during the school year. It had started off on a very good note if not a little mysterious he thought as his mind wandered to a certain incident that happened towards the beginning of the year.

Flashback

Harry was sitting at the Gryffindor table talking to his friends chatting about the classes that day and Quidditch while they ate dinner. He watched as Ron as usual was shoveling in his food and trying to talk with his mouth full. Then there was Hermione who had her nose buried in yet another book and only making a few comments. This was another great day he thought as he took a sip of his pumpkin juice.

He noticed a small grey owl flying into the Great Hall and was puzzled as to why there would be any post during the dinner meal. He watched as the owl flew towards him and dropped a parcel before flying away.

Everyone around him had seen this surprising and were talking animatedly about what it could be. He cautiously picked up the plain brown wrapped parcel cautiously and stared at it for a moment. He was unsure of who might have sent it but his curiosity was starting to get the better of him.

There was a box of Bertie Botts Every Flavored Beans and a couple of chocolate frogs. Now he was puzzled as to why someone would send him candy until he noticed a piece of parchment lying on his plate. Carefully he opened and read it.

Dear Harry,

I have liked you for awhile now, but am too shy to tell you. I have tried a few times but you seem to be busy with your friends. So I decided to send you this little gif.

Signed,

Your Secret Admirer

End of Flashback

A smile slowly appeared on his face as his mind remembered how strange and fun that day had been. He had gotten a lot of teasing from his friends about having a secret admirer, but it hadn't bothered like it usually did. This time he knew that it was all in fun with no hint of maliciousness.

These little surprises from his secret admirer had continued all through September and most of October before he had gotten a specific one. That one had told him that at the Halloween Ball he would finally meet them. He had been secretly pleased at this and even told his friends how he was finally going to be meeting this person. It was with this thought that his mind wandered to the day of the Halloween Ball.

Flashback

It was the day of the Halloween Ball and he was actually looking forward to this one. He had received another letter from his secret admirer asking him to the ball. They had told him that they would be dressed as an angel with two red roses on the tips of their wings.

He had decided to go as Romeo and now was standing in the Great Hall. He kept running his hand through his hair nervously waiting for his admirer to appear. He was so worried that this person wasn't going to like him after all of this. His friends had tried to reassure him everyday that he was just exaggerating and that the person definitely liked him, especially if they had gone to all of this trouble.

Over the last few days he and his friends had tried to figure out who this unknown person was but never actually came up with anyone fitting this image. They had listed every possible girl that he knew before crossing them out for one reason or another, like they all ready had a boyfriend or didn't seem to notice him at all. He just hoped whoever it was that he liked them back after all he didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings.

He was now glancing around the room watching students dancing or laughing with their friends. The Ball had been going now for an hour and so far he hadn't seen anyone dressed as an angel. He was beginning to wonder if his secret admirer was actually going to show up or maybe it had all been some kind of cruel joke. It was just then his eyes fell on the doors that were opening to allow someone in when his mouth fell open in awe.

An angel dressed in a long white flowing dress with a golden halo hanging over her hair strolled into the hall. He saw two roses on the tip of her wings. He couldn't help but be in awe as his heart began to pound harder.

To his surprise the angel was none other then Ginny Weasley. This was far better then anyone else as he had started developing feelings for her last year but never acted upon them. Now here she was taking the first step in showing her feelings toward him.

That night had definitely been full of magic as they danced and talked. On more then one occasion he could have imagined that they were dancing on an invisible cloud high above the others. For the first time he actually felt relaxed and loved for who he truly was.

End of Flashback

He was suddenly brought out of his musings when Seamus threw a pillow at him.

"What did you do that for," Harry asked sounding slightly irritated.

"Harry the leaving feast is about to begin and I came up to get you. We've been calling your name for awhile now but you didn't respond," the Irish boy said. "Now come on." With that Seamus spun around and headed back down to the common room.

Letting out a sigh Harry climbed off his bed and headed for the stair case. He wasn't looking forward to going to the feast today. After everything that had happened over the last couple of days he felt like being alone and especially didn't want to run into either Ron or Ginny.

Once he reached the common room he was relieved to see that Ron and Ginny had all ready left. It had all ready been bad trying to avoid them and he really didn't want to have any type of confrontation right now. He did however see Hermione standing near the fireplace obviously waiting for him to show up.

As soon as Hermione saw him she strolled over and took him by the arm. She had noticed that something had been bothering him the last couple of days. She saw how he and Ginny were no longer spending time together like they had been doing since the Halloween Ball. And how Harry went out of his way to make sure he was no where near her even for meals. Then of course there was how Ron seemed to have also completely changed towards him.

She had tried a couple of times to find out what was bothering him even though she knew that a lot of things were. However somehow this time it seemed different to her, like he had his world crushed as he had the year before. But this time she was fully aware that it had to be something between Ginny and him.

She even had gone and talked to Ron the night before hoping that he could tell her why everyone was acting so strange all of a sudden. But like Harry he refused to tell her. Instead he chose to tell her that it was nothing that she could help with or even really needed to know. This had exasperated her to no end, especially since they had started dating the year before.

She pulled him towards the entrance and stopped. "Harry, I know that there is something bothering you. Could you please tell me what it is? I would like to help you but I can't with knowing what it is," she said to Harry as she turned and looked directly into his eyes.

"Hermione there is nothing you can do to help me with this. I appreciate the offer but I would rather deal with it on my own," he told her trying to keep his voice calm.

She was about to say something else but decided against. She didn't want to add to whatever it was and so resolved herself to just being there for her friend. She guessed that in time he would probably tell her.

After that the two headed out of the portrait and down towards the Great Hall. The closer they got though the more he wasn't looking forward to it. He could feel his heart begin to speed up and a small lump form in his throat.

They stopped in front of the doors and Hermione looked over at Harry with concern in her eyes. She could see for some reason he was quite nervous about going in. This reminded her of their fourth year after the Triwizard Tournament. She quickly gave his hand a squeeze of reassurance and noticed that he gave her a small smile as if to say 'I'm ready.

Two hours later Harry found himself on the Hogwarts Express on his way back to the Dursley's for yet another fun filled summer. He had found a quiet compartment where he could be alone with his thoughts. He didn't want to speak with anyone especially Hermione. She had been trying to get him to talk about things for two days now and he was by no means ready to do that.

Unfortunately, that was not to be as he heard the door slide open. He looked up and saw Hermione stepping into the compartment and take as eat across from him. Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly he knew that he was once again going to get interrogated about what was bothering him.

After several quiet moments Hermione decided to once again try and get him to talk. "Harry what is troubling you. The last few days you have said very few words to anyone and seem to be brooding all of the time," she asked sounding very concerned.

"I'm fine Hermione. Like I said before I really don't want toi discuss it at the moment. It's just I have a lot on my mind and I don't want to burden you with them," he said trying to sound a little chipper then he actually felt and hoping that it would finally appease his friend.

She nodded back her bushy hair bouncing around her face in understanding but not truly convinced that he was fine. "All right Harry I think I understand. But can you tell me what happened between you and Ron? The two of you haven't said one word for awhile now?"

"I really don't know what's wrong with him. I don't think I've done anything wrong," he replied trying to sound completely confused about the whole matter. After all he knew exactly why Ron was acting this way but he didn't want to talk about it. And that was because he wasn't about to put her in the middle of something that was between him, Ginny and Ron.

"All right Harry if you say so. I just hope that the two of you can work whatever it is out and be friends like you should be. Also, I hope you know that I care a lot about you and when you are ready to talk about whatever it is that's bothering you I will be here."

Harry nodded and gave her a weak smile. He knew that her words were true and that made him feel a little warm inside. They settled back into a comfortable silence as they finished their way to Kings Cross.

Harry had been back at Privet Drive now for two weeks. Just like last summer the Dursley's left him alone most of the time. He was extremely grateful for this as he had so much more now on his mid then he had the year before. That wasn't to say that his Godfather's death and all of the attacks that Voldemort had done weren't there, but he had a whole lot more.

He had found himself usually staying in his room staring up at the ceiling. His homework was strewn all over the beat up writing desk. He had barely touched it as he felt no inclination whatsoever to even look at it. Instead he opted to brood over what had taken place a couple of nights before the end of the term.

A/N I hope you liked this new and improved Chapter. I think it definitely worked out better and explains things better. I will have the next redo up tomorrow. Again please Read and Review.