DISCLAIMER: Harry Potter is not mine.

"So, you're sure you didn't take the snitch," said Sirius.

"Sirius, I DIDN'T TAKE THE BLOODY SNITCH! It's been like one hundred times."

"Just checking."

Two weeks later at Grimmauld Place, Harry had cleaned the ENTIRE three story, four bedroom, three bathroom, nineteen other random rooms dedicated to family trees house. And Harry still didn't clean the basement. Which had a direct tunnel into Gringotts. So Harry had to clean the ancient, gold-stacked vault of Black at Gringotts too.

Luckily, Harry was going to Hogwarts. And at 11:00 on September 1st, Harry was dreading seeing Ron, Fred and George, or Ginny. Although he did end up finding Neville, who he was somewhat happy to see.

"Hi, Neville."

"Hi Harry. Where's Ron?"

"Errm…. I dunno…"

"Watch out Neville, the Wrackspurts are strong in this one," said a dreamy voice seemingly coming from an upside-down magazine.

"Oh, Harry, I forgot to introduce you to Luna Lovegood. Harry, Luna. Luna, Harry Potter. Sorry Luna," said Neville.

"It's okay, Neville, most people seem to forget me anyways," Luna replied.

Suddenly, the train started slowing down. Harry saw the silhouette of Hogwarts against the sunset, and his scar gave a painful twinge.

"Ow!"

"You alright, Harry?" asked Neville.

"Yeah, my scar hurts a little. You don't have to worry, Neville."

"Please welcome the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Umbridge!" announced Dumbledore. Weak applause rippled through the crowd of students. "And meanwhile, we have a few new banned items, which are Self-Spelling Quills, Auto-Correct ink, and Fanged Frisbees. And also-"

"Hem-hem."

"-No students are permitted in the Forbidden Forest." Dumbledore finished. "Dolores, would you like to speak?"

"Thank you, Albus," answered Umbridge. "I would just like to tell all of the wonderful children here that I am honored to be teaching this new generation…"

Harry tuned out to Umbridge and started thinking about which foods he wanted. Yorkshire pudding, roasted chicken, toast…

"Harry!" a familiar voice shrieked. "Where have you BEEN?!"

"Hermione, where else was I? I went here via the Hogwarts Express, then the carriages, which are now pulled by zombie horses, though Luna says that's normal, and you see them only if you see death, which I don't believe, because I should have been able to see them from year 1 since I saw my mother die in front of me and all that. And then I sat down here. The end."

"No, Harry! Ron wanted to talk to you all day! He looked everywhere!"

"Well he didn't, because he never found me, did he?" Harry said smugly.

"You're coming with me, and telling me what this is all about. Seriously, I leave you alone for six weeks and now your friendship is in shambles." Hermione said all this while dragging Harry over to where Ron was sitting. She roughly shoved Harry onto the bench. "Talk."

"Hermione! Why did you bring HIM over here?!" Ron asked while stuffing his face full of Jell-O.

"I brought him here to find out why you two are enemies now." Hermione replied.

"Seventy-five galleons. Ron hates me because of seventy-five galleons." Harry muttered.

"What… Harry! What would put seventy-five galleons over your friendship?"

"Harry STOLE THE BLOODY SNITCH FROM MY HOUSE AND SOLD IT!" Ron bellowed.

"Ron, mate, listen. I. Don't. Need. The. Money." The peacemaking lamb vs. the unstoppable force II was on.

"I DON'T CARE! SOMEONE DID IT! AND YOU WERE THE ONLY ONE WHO HAD SOMETHING TO GAIN! HERMIONE, HEX HARRY INTO THE MOST PAINFUL, THE LONGEST, THE MOST SUFFERING STATE YOU CAN!" Unstoppable Force: 1, Peacemaking Lamb: 0.

"Ronald, no. Harry Potter is my friend and I will NOT hex him, if you want to, do it yourself. Quiet." Harry had opened his mouth to speak, then abruptly closed it. "Go ahead. Hex him."

"FINE!" Ron bellowed. "Batterbogius!" Harry dove out of the way; the Bat-Bogey Hex ended up hitting none other than Severus Snape.

"Who... Did… This." Snape's voice was seething with rage. Almost everyone in Slytherin, and most people within ten feet of Harry and Ron pointed to the latter.

"Come with me." Snape stood up, the Bat-Bogey Hex nothing but a memory, and walked out of the Great Hall, with Ron meekly following.

"Serves him right." Harry muttered under his breath; unfortunately, Hermione had heard. "Harry! Ron is your friend. You should be feeling sorry for him, or have even an infinitesimally small amount of pity for him. Yes, I know he hates you, and you stole from him-"

"I did not steal the bloody snitch! Not you too!" Harry stood up and stormed into the Gryffindor Common Room. There, he found Neville sitting on one of the chairs. Harry plopped down on the nearest chair.

"What's brought you over here so soon, Harry?"

"Ron, Hermione, and basically everyone but you and Luna hate me. They said I stole a snitch, but I didn't, Ron knows I don't need the money, but nooo, he just HAS to blame me. So what brought you here, Neville?"

"Wasn't hungry."

"Oh."

Harry and Neville sat down for an awkward several minutes, until they heard the sound of the portrait door opening, and a very angry, familiar voice: "Hermione, I'm sure he stole it. Hell, the night before, he asked me how much the snitch is worth…" Ron trailed off, staring at Harry, who was staring right back. "What are YOU doing here?"

"Sitting by the fire. Is that a crime nowadays?" Harry asked innocently.

"For you, it is," replied Ron coldly.

"How about I pay, let's say, seventy-five galleons?" Harry said, headed to the dorms to grab his money bag. Ron let him go, seething.

"Seventy-five galleons. Not a knut short." Harry said as he plopped the mound of gold in front of Ron. "You happy now?"

"Almost," Ron answered, "but now you have to buy a new snitch."

"WHAT!?" roared Harry. "I just gave you SEVENTY-FIVE GALLEONS, enough to pay for a new snitch, and now you want me to buy one with MY OWN OTHER SEVENTY-FIVE GALLEONS?! I know I have a lot of money, but if I lose this much at this rate, I'll have to drop out of school and work in Borgin and Burkes!"

"I see that as fair," Ron said.

"Hmm, let's see, at the Quidditch World Cup, I bought you ten galleon Ominoculars, so I demand ten galleons, plus another pair," Harry said coldly.

"OMINOCULARS ONLY COST TEN GALLEONS, SO I DON'T OWE YOU TWENTY!"

"SNITCHES ARE ONLY SEVENTY-FIVE, SO WHY DO I HAVE TO PAY YOU ONE HUNDRED FIFTY?!"

"THAT'S CAUSE YOU'RE A GIT, HARRY!"

"DITTO."

Both boys stormed off into the dormitory, which was kind of awkward, since they were headed in the same direction. But they got into the 5th year boys' room, and went to bed early, still shaking from some of the suppressed rage. Harry and Ron fell asleep eventually, though.

And two hours later, Harry woke up, but with gleaming red eyes.

A/N: Trying to fit in school, life, and this is pretty difficult, in my perspective. So, I'll just update when I can, guaranteeing at least one update a week. My first (if horrible) cliffhanger! Yay! Ten points from Ravenclaw for horrid ending (Ravenclaw FTW)! But I decided to give this to the people.