Chapter one

Even though Ron Weasley said he would pack in the morning that he wanted to get to the feast, Harry Potter already decided he was not going to the leaving feast. Most students felt like it was a celebration, they were leaving for their summer holidays. The last thing Harry felt like doing was celebrating. He felt lost, he was hurt and angry, Sirius was dead, the only family Harry had left. He knew Hermione would try to get him to talk about Sirius, he wouldn't, he couldn't, at least not to her. He didn't think Hermione would be able to understand when she has her family, Harry has no one.

But he also couldn't trust Hermione again, not Hermione, not Ron, not Ginny, not half the people inside Hogwarts. Even though they were friendly, Harry never got over the fact his friends had betrayed him during their fourth year. They knew Harry hadn't talked to them like he used to but he also never told them a lot and just refused to talk about what happened in the graveyard. Half the students at Hogwarts had believed he lied about how Cedric died and how Voldemort had returned, so Harry knew he could never trust them either.

For Harry, it started with Hermione after she told the teachers about his Firebolt. They may have talked but he knew he would never trust her again. Ron was worse, he flat out refused to believe Harry didn't enter triwizard tournament, so from then on Harry didn't trust Ron.

To Harry it got worse when they kept him in the dark during those holidays after Voldemort's return. He had been so angry at being left at the Dursley's, he was in pain and an emotional wreck. But to have everyone listen to Dumbledore by not telling him anything that made him furious. He gets to headquarters only then does he find out that the ministry was making Harry out to be a liar. What was worse than the betrayal he felt by his friends, but he had to endure extra lessons with Snape. He knew the moment he heard about them that it wouldn't do any good, well, it turned out to be a disaster, all leading to Sirius dying in the department of mysteries. Yes he blamed himself, but he blamed Dumbledore and Snape more. Dumbledore should have told him that Voldemort would go after the prophecy, Snape always tormented Sirius about remaining in hiding. So to Harry those two men were the reason he was now alone, more than he ever was.

Even though Hermione, Ron and Ginny went to the Department of Mysteries with him, something Harry didn't want, he still couldn't trust them not to betray him again. If Ron thought Harry was getting more attention then he would turn his back on Harry in an instant, he just couldn't help being jealous. Hermione's problem was she trusted Dumbledore, and all the teachers actually, she would do whatever they told her, even if it meant betraying Harry. To Harry, that wasn't how friends should be.

Harry left Gryffindor tower and just walked the castle, it was very quiet with everyone down in the great hall. As he turned a corner he noticed Luna pinning something to a notice board.

After speaking with his strange but loyal friend he found himself becoming angry that her house mates would treat her like that, stealing her belongings.

'Its fine Harry, they will turn up, they always do.'

'It's not fine, Dobby,' Harry called, within seconds the excitable elf was wrapped around his legs.

'Harry Potter sad, Dobby wants to help Harry Potter.'

'Well, you can by going into the great hall and bringing Professor Flitwick here please. Tell him there is something that he needs to know and that it's important.'

'Dobby will be right back with the little professor.'

'He's very lively, isn't he Harry?'

Harry chuckled even though the last thing he felt like doing was laughing, 'Lively is a very big understatement when it comes to describing Dobby the house elf.'

'What is the meaning of this?' Filius yanked his arm out of the house elf's hand.

'I sent for you Professor because as head of Ravenclaw house I have to say that I'm very disappointed in you and your lack of policing your students.'

'What on earth is wrong with you, Mr. Potter?'

'Do you know that for the last four years one of your ravens had been tormented and bullied by her own house mates? They steal her belongings and hide them, she has to walk about this cold and damp castle with no shoes. That's what I'm talking about. I know McGonagall is hopeless, she's never once helped me but I figured you were better than her. Luna has had all her belongings stolen because the other Ravenclaw's think she's strange, so they call her looney. Does that give anyone the right to treat her like that?'

'Is this true Miss Lovegood, have some of your house mates stolen your belongings?'

'They always turned up Professor, but since it's the last day I really need them back.'

'I will take care of this, stay here, the pair of you.'

Luna took Harry's hand, 'Thank you, no one has ever spoken up for me before.'

'Why didn't you tell Flitwick before?'

'They told me not to or they would destroy my things.'

Harry growled, 'Those bastards, I'm used to backstabbing people in this place, it seems where in the same boat, so to speak.'

'Yes, we are, I am sorry about your godfather Harry, to you he was your father. I know how that feels, mum just couldn't stop experimenting with spells and one went badly wrong one day.'

'How old were you?'

'Nine, I was watching her when it happened.'

'That's why you can see thestrals?'

'Yes, you can because you saw Cedric die.'

'But I was with my mother when she died, why didn't I see the thestrals before?'

'You were too young, you're mind cannot hold onto those memories. They are there but hard to access.'

'Oh, okay, I heard what happened that night and I used to dream about a flash of green light, along with a scream. But I didn't remember who screamed or what the green light meant, not until Hagrid told me what happened to my parents.'

'Didn't your aunt tell you?'

Harry scoffed, 'They hate me, the only thing they ever told me about my parents were they died in a car crash, were drunks and my mother was a whore. I didn't even know my own name until I went to school at the age of five.'

'Why do you stay with them if they hate you?'

'Dumbledore made me stay there, I would rather be in an orphanage than live with that lot. Living on the streets would be better than them.'

'Do they hurt you Harry?' Luna squeezed his hand.

'Often, usually when they have to put up with me being in the same room. Don't worry, I plan to deal with them once I turn seventeen.'

'You are not a killer Harry, your soul is too good for that?'

'I've already killed Luna, Quirrell,' Harry sighed, but neither Luna nor Harry realised that their conversation had been heard by Filius, Minerva and Albus.

'Anyway, hopefully Flitwick will do more for you than McGonagall ever did for me, she is bloody hopeless. We get told that our head of house is there to help, she doesn't know what the word means. The headmaster is worse.'

'What about your friends?'

'They like to betray me, so to me they aren't friends, not real friends. There is only two people I know that have never betrayed me in any way, that's you and Neville. Loyalty means a lot to me, betray my trust and you never get it again, and many have betrayed that trust.'

'What about Professor Dumbledore?'

'I haven't trusted him since I met him, how could I trust a man when he allows his pet death eater to treat us like shit.'

'His pet, who is his pet?'

'Snape, or I like Sirius' name for him, Snivellius. The old coot allows his pet to bully students, he's a fool and too old to be running this school. I can't wait to be shot of them, another two years and I'm gone,' Harry noticed Luna's feet, 'Are they cold?'

'A little bit.'

Harry pointed his wand at her feet, cast a warming charm, 'There, is that better?'

'Much, thank you Harry.'

'Miss Lovegood.'

Harry and Luna turned to see the headmaster, the deputy head and Flitwick walking towards them. Harry thought McGonagall and Dumbledore looked strained, but he wasn't sure why.

'Yes Professor.'

'Your belongings have been returned to your bed. This will not happen again and at the beginning of the next school year Ravenclaw will be minus two hundred points and every student will be serving multiple detentions, apart from you. The seventh years that are leaving will have a permanent bad mark on their records.'

Harry gave Luna a hug, 'Now you can pack your things, and put your shoes on.'

'Yes, the stones do get hard after a while.'

'If you have any trouble again Miss Lovegood, come straight to me, or you could ask Mr. Potter to help again. It seems you have someone you can count on. But know you can count on me from now on.'

'Thank you Professor, but Harry knows what it's like not to have anyone to help him so I will probably talk to him again. It's nice to have a loyal friend.'

'I always will be Luna,' Harry grinned as she hugged him again then skipped away.

'You were not at the feast Harry.'

'I'm not really in the mood to celebrate that my godfather is dead. Now I should pack my stuff.' Harry didn't give the headmaster a chance to say anything else, he just moved around him and hurried away.

Harry packed his trunk, he had Dobby bring him a lot of food that he stored in the trunk with a preservation charm. But Dobby said all Harry had to do was call him when he needed more. Harry finally had a way to eat while at the Dursley's, he wouldn't be left without food again. They had been a bit scared ever since they found out about Sirius. But if they find out that he died then Harry wasn't sure what they might do now they don't have that threat of Sirius Black turning up and changing them into pigs.

Harry would have loved to have seen that but since Sirius was no longer here he would have to wait until he was older then scare the living daylights out of the Dursley's. He wouldn't kill them even if he wanted to, but he would make their lives a misery for all the misery they put Harry through over the years. Harry would make them pay, he just needed to wait, until he was a little older.