AN: I do now own Harry Potter, Belongs to JK Rowling.

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Chapter 1: First day back and already fed up

Harry, who had once again fallen out of being friends with his red headed idiot of a best buddy, was walking alone in one of the many dark empty corridors that Hogwarts has to offer. Mumbling and grumbling to himself about the wizarding world being idiots and morons, and it seeming to be contagious.

"Every time, every god dang time. If it wasn't for all the innocent people that deserve justice, I'd have told Dumbledore to shove it up his Azkaban!"

Fortunately for Harry, no one was around to hear what he'd said. And even more lucky, there were no portraits in this section of the castle. In fact, Harry soon realised he'd gotten himself lost. 6th year and he managed to get himself lost. If anyone found out, Harry would never hear the end of it. "Boy-who-lived gets lost at Hogwarts!", "Saviour of the wizarding race needs map!"

If it didn't constantly remind him that he'd failed in saving Sirius, he'd have brought the marauders map with him. In his 3rd and 4th years, Harry regularly carried it with him. But didn't dare give the toad faced Umbridge a chance to confiscate it in the name of the ministry.

It was the first day of his 6th year at Hogwarts and already he'd had an argument with almost everyone in the weasley family, except the twins. Dumbledore, although technically he'd argued with him before the term started, Hermione, had an encounter with his self-proclaimed arch enemy Draco Malfoy. An even better meeting with Severus Snape. And now, after all that, when he thought it couldn't get any worse. Though in his opinion, Voldemort, good old Tom Riddle, probably could have shown up to add a little more fun to the mix. He'd managed to find a corridor that looked as if even the Dementors from his third year wouldn't dare enter.

The corridor he'd managed to find was covered in at least 3 inches of dust. Though surprisingly no spider webs. The air was stale and stagnant; the walls even had a small layer of what looked like mould growing on it. Obvious signs that even the Hogwarts house elves didn't venture into the area. Though he did notice odd panel shapes in the walls, as if something had been hung there for a long amount of time before being taken down. Most likely portraits. But most of all there was an odd chill. Almost as if there was a cold breeze. But Harry couldn't feel anything of the sort.

Alas there was hope yet. Despite being too stubborn to simply turn back. The reason being he didn't feel like being chastised by his so called friends. Mainly Hermione of course, the others would most likely just give him disappointed looks, looks that one would give to a child that had misbehaved. And Harry was most definitely tired of being treated like a child. Looking forward, carefully, almost to the point of squinting, he realised that in the darkness that was the seemingly never ending hallway, he thought he saw the flickering of a light, a torch or lamp maybe.

On the one hand he thought it best not to investigate, maybe it would be the best idea to simply turn around and find another route to use in his wallowing. Ignore the mystery that was teasing him closer.

Or maybe, on the other hand, he should live up to his reputation. The one he apparently follows in his father's footsteps. Bravely, if not a little stubborn, and walk into the dark, to find out what the light was. Quench the curiosity that belonged to his mother's quest for knowledge. And blindly put himself into danger like he'd heard was his fathers repertoire. These being things he'd learn of thanks to his head of house.

Regardless, he knew his mind was already made up the moment he'd stumbled into the corridor. Very slowly he treaded through the thick layer of dust. Slowly, in hopes of not disturbing the carpet of dust. He was not enthusiastic with the idea of inhaling any of the seemingly ancient specks of dirt and other things that made up the large floor of grime and filth. As long as he did not sneeze, he'd have no problem continuing on his newest adventure.

The tunnel, which had seemed long and never ending before, was even more so after 10 minutes of tiptoeing and no hint that the light was any closer. In fact it had dimmed ever so slightly. Sighing in exasperation and shaking his head, Harry decided to give up for now and turn around. Maybe if he hurried a little he could make it back to the common room before anyone else and avoid the other two thirds of the trio.

Without any warning whatsoever, upon turning around Harry only saw one thing before everything went dark and he felt himself falling forward. Mentally groaning at the idea of falling face first into the muck on the floor, before falling unconscious.

AN: Cliffhanger, aint I a stinker XD
Of course it's more of a prologue than a chapter, but still. It's meant to set it up.