CHAPTER 1

By Livia

Harry walked slowly in Hogwarts' hall, his hands in his pockets. After all those eyars, he didn't even notice everyone backing away when he'd enter a room. He didn't care anyway.

His black colored hair had a hint of dark blue here and there, and were a total mess on the top of his head. The earing he wore in his nose and the lack of smile on his face made him look even meaner, and the black make-up he would put around his eyes made him one of the scariest kids in the whole school. Only his glasses showed an other part of him... a wiser part. Some people called him a punk, others called him gothic. To Harry, it didn't matter though. He was simply Harry Potter. The boy who lived, but didn't have a family anymore. The orphan who was meant to kill, or be killed by the meanest wizard of all time. And even though his personality and look reflected his anger towards the world, it also hid a pain no one could really understand... a pain that almost no one tried to find out.

Harry finally entered his divination course and sat in the back of the class. Normally, that's where everyone wants to be, but in every classes Harry assists, no one dares to sit close to him or his friends.

Ron entered at his turn and threw his book on the desk before to take a seat next to Harry.

"Hey." he said, looking straight in front of him.

"Hey." Harry answered.

Professor Trelawney entered the class and welcomed everyone. Harry sighed loud while Ron rolled his eyes.

After about ten minutes, Hermione entered the room and stayed up, her curvy and purple dyed hair falling on her shoulders.

Professor Trelawney turned around and shook her head at the young girl.

"You are very late, mister Granger."

"So what." Hermione said, raising her shoulders.

"Don't be such a rude girl, Miss Granger." Professor started while Hermione rolled her eyes. "What happened to you? You used to be a great student. Not in divination, obviously, but in most classes, you were smart."

Hermione frowned, suddenly really mad at Professor Trelawney. It was one of the rare professors Hermione wasn't fond of. She never used to show it much, but ever since she let out her rebel side, she never really kept any comment for herself.

"Not in divination because not only the class is crap, but so is the professor." Hermione said, without showing any facial expression, except boredom.

Everyone's eyes opened at Hermione's words, waiting for Professor Trelawney's reaction.

She closed her eyes and it seemed like she'd lose her balance for some seconds. Finally, she maintained herself with her right hand on her desk and took a big breath before to open back her eye.

"Miss Granger, please go see the Director Dumbledore."

Hermione didn't need to be asked twice. She turned around and left the class as quick as she entered. Professor Trelawney walked in the back of the class direction and stopped in front of Harry.

"Where's your book, Mister Potter?"

"Who cares? Hermione said it. This class is crap."

"Out." professor Trelawney said for the second time in two minutes.

Harry got up and left right before Ron raised his hand. He didn't even let his professor give him the right to talk.

"What do I need to do to follow them?" he asked.

Professor Trelawney sighed and moved her arm, pointing the door with her finger.

Ron only had time to hear "Now, we must continue..." before to close the door behind him, and meet with his two best friends.

All of them started to walk until the backyard. They all knew no one really had the intention of seeing Dumbledore. They would just hang out until lunch... stuck with their pain, and misunderstood by the world.

At least, they had each other.