A/N: This chapter kinda got messed up. So I'm re-writing it. It's not EXACT to the words or anything. But since I'm in a happy mood, I'm going to re-write it for my lovable fans, cough cough.
"Again, where are we going?" Harry said to his best friend, who was dragging Harry by his wrist.
"Again, you'll be safe, no need to worry," Ron replied smoothly.
Harry was being dragged off to somewhere, not sure where, but he knew he wasn't going to like it. Anything that was Ron affiliated, no longer suited his taste. Not that he was bored of his best friend. Ron was all he had right now.
"Ron, you know I hate bars."
"I know, but this one is different."
Harry looked at the bar. Didn't really see a difference. He pulled his wrist away from Ron's grasp; and started to walk off in the other direction.
"Harry! When are you going to start living again?!" Ron called after Harry.
"Ron, drinking and getting hung-over isn't a way to live," Harry yelled over his shoulder. If Ron thought getting profoundly drunk, then having a hangover that enables the person to throw up, and lay around all day, then he was whacked in the head.
You see, Harry had started off in a muggle family, only to end up going to Hogwarts to start and finish his education as a wizard. Maybe going to Hogwarts was one of the greatest changes, and 'dents' in his life. But there are plenty more. For instance, Harry and his scar. But even though there was that, something life changing, there was always something more. Something greater; something that surpasses them all.
Harry, and his 7th year at Hogwarts.
A/N: you know, I like it better when I have an idea on what I'm doing, cause then, I KNOW what to write about, anyway, hoped you liked this chapter! – Kendra
