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A/N First FF ever

Prologue:

Dumbledore. Dead. Forever.

Harry was sitting in the back compartment of the Hogwarts express, alone on one side.

Across from him, Hermione, Ron, and… Ginny.

How he couldn't think of Ginny, not… now.

The rain slashed against the windows, beating a rhythm against them.

Dum-ble-dore-is-dead. Dum-ble-dore-is-dead. Dum-ble-dore-is-dead…

On and on, over and over. Harry just couldn't swallow the fact.

'If he hadn't frozen me, I could have jinxed Malfoy! He could have shielded himself! Why did he have to freeze me! It's my fault…'

"…Harry, no-nobody blames you…"Hermione trailed off.

"…Yeah…have you heard?...Harry…with Dumbledore…night…he died…" Came voices through the compartment door, which, though solid, was not soundproof.

Tears sprang from Harry's eyes, not tears of sadness, but cold, hard tears. He pulled out a tattered, torn book, a book titled Advanced Potion Making.

'Yes… I will use this… Snape, he killed Dumbledore, and I will use his spells to kill him! I will keep this book, use it, however hard it is, to fight evil…' He thought. Leafing through it, he found the well worn page. With the cramped, scrawled title "Minor Hexes", that Snape had written. He found the one he was looking for.

Harry got up, slid the door open, slowly. It was well oiled, the girls never expected a thing. "Langlock".

He disappeared back into the cabin, where the group was staring at him with wide eyes.

"Harry… you just hexed… 3rd year girls… for talking… I'm… I'm going to have to give you detention as a pref-" Hermione stuttered.

"Shut. It. Now," muttered Harry, and turned back to face the window, and spent the rest of the trip staring out the windows at the rain.

"Ok, Harry, Ron and I will apparate to your room, and meet you there. I'll side-arm Ron," Hermione stated, at which Ron turned red at the thought of coming in contact with Hermione. "And no Ginny, you CAN'T come!"

"Fine…" Ginny said, and stalked off the train.

"Bad luck mate, I reckon she still likes you" stated Ron bluntly, and there came mutterings of "tactless…" from Hermione. "Well see you then, mate," He said.

Harry promptly dragged his bags from the platform to meet the Dursleys.

"Now boy, this is your last time coming home, then we'll be rid of you," Vernon went on, when Harry cut in.

"I will have two friends over until I leave.

Vernon slammed on the brakes, Petunia went white faced, and Dudley whimpered and stuttered "P-p-pi-gs!" and hid his face.

"YOU WHAT?" Vernon shouted. "You RUDDY WELL will not be having any there boy, or I will murder you with my BARE HANDS!"

Harry pulled out his wand. "I know that trick boy, you can't do magic out of school!"

"Try me," He stated coldly. "Dumbledore's dead. I don't give a damn any more…"

They pulled into the driveway of Number 4, Privet Drive.

Harry threw open his door, muttered "Locomotor trunks," and followed them into his house, and up to his room.

In the upstairs hallway, a tawny owl flew in, dropped a letter on Harry's head, and tried to fly back out. "Impediamenta." The owl fell to the ground.

Harry conjured parchment and a quill, and scribbled

I don't care. Frak it Scrimageour, I don't give a damn. Go deliver your letters to where they're wanted,

FRAK OFF,

Harry

muttered "enervate", tied the letter to the owl's leg, and sent it in search of Scrimageour.

He threw open the door to his room, and stepped back speechless.

There in is room, stood Ron, Hermione, and… Ginny?