Disclaimer: Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling (except for my OC).

A/N: This is my first fanfic and I'm not very good at writing but I hope you'll enjoy it.

Harry Potter and the Heir of Slytherin

1. On the way to Hogwarts

There it was. The Hogwarts Express. Harry Potter looked at the red train. It was the last time he would ride on it to Hogwarts. Harry was now in seventh year, his last. As he looked around platform 9 3/4, he thought about the first time he saw the train. Then he had been really exited that he was a wizard, that he had finally found the place he belonged.

But now it was different. Harry wished he wasn't a wizard. There was nothing good about it. Maybe it had been funny during the first three years, but after Voldemort returned there had been nothing but darkness and death. First died Cedric Diggory and then a year later Sirius Black, Harry's godfather, the one person, who Harry loved the most. After Sirius' death he didn't know what to do. His trust in Dumbledore had changed. Harry didn't believe that everything was going to be good anymore. He didn't want to be the one to kill Voldemort, he was tired of fighting. He was tired of the magical world. But he couldn't change his life, he had given up trying. Everything he did was automatic. His friends tried to cheer him up, but they couldn't. They didn't understand how he felt, no one did. Harry was trying to act as normal as possible in front of them, because he was fed up with them trying to help him, but inside he was hole. He thought that if he wasn't feeling anything, Voldemort couldn't hurt him again and it was working so far.

"Come, boy, it's almost 11 o'clock!", growled Moody. He, Remus Lupin and Kingsley Shakelbolt were his guard. They had come to escort him to the station. Although uncle Vernon hadn't been very happy Harry to have the tree men in his car, he was clever enough not to protest.

Moments later Harry saw Ron standing by the end of the train, talking with his mother. There were also Ginny, Mr Weasley and Tonks, Harry supposed that she was there to look after them.

"Hi, everyone!" said Harry.

"O, hi, mate! You've almost missed the train!" said Ron.

"Well, there was much traffic", explained Harry.

"What?"

"It doesn't matter. Where's Hermione?"

"Prefect carriage. She has to take care of the prefects", answered Ron. "She said that she was coming to see us later."

Hermione had become Head Girl. It hadn't really been a surprise, she was

the best in their year.

"You should get on the train", said Mr Weasley.

"Right. Take care of you and don't get into trouble. And enjoy yourself, it's

your last year, Ron, Harry!", added Mrs Weasley.

Yes, the last and what then, thought Harry.

"'Course, mum! Bye!"

Harry, Ron and Ginny waved goodbye until they couldn't see the others any more.

"How was your summer, Harry?" asked Ron while they were walking to their compartment.

"Stupid as always."

"You should've come to us", said Ginny.

"Yeah. In Sirius' house. I'm not going there again even if my life depended on it!" snapped Harry.

"Sorry!"

"No, it's OK. You couldn't have thought about it", he added sarcastically.

"We're here", said Ron while he was opening the door to the compartment. Harry looked up, there was only Neville inside.

"Hi, Harry!"

"Hello, Neville!"

They had become really good friends with Neville after fifth year. He also wanted to become an auror and he was learning very hard - especially in potions - for it.

A couple of hours later, while Ginny was talking with Parvati and Lavander, Hermione came in and let herself fall on the free seat next to Ron.

"How was it, 'Mione?" asked Ron and kissed her cheek. They had become a couple last year, after Ron realised that he was in love with her and told her.

"Terrible!"

Everyone looked at her.

"I can't believe this git was made Head Boy!"

"Malfoy?", asked Ron.

"Yeah. He ruined my whole day. First he explained to me at a great length how better he is than me and then made me do all the work with the fifth year prefects. And he said that I couldn't come to see you, because it was my duty to stay there if something happened and that he would report me if I do it. Fortunately same Slytherin girl came to talk with him and I could get out. I don't know how he got Head Boy, probably paid for it."

"Actually he's almost as good as you Hermione", said Parvati. Hermione glared at her. "It's true." she added a bit apologetic.

"Yes, but you protect him just because he's so 'good looking'", Neville said. This time Parvati glared at him.

"And what if he is?"

"He's a bastard, Parvati, no matter how good looking he is or how good at school", Hermione said firmly.

Harry listened, but wasn't really interested. Of course Draco Malfoy was a bastard, all Slytherins were. It didn't matter if he was Head Boy or not, after all it was just school - nothing really important.