A/N: Alright, so this is my first time righting a fan fiction....so this probably isn't going to be very good. Nothing like being optimistic, right? Anyway, this first bit is going to be really short, I just wanted to get something up, see if anyone reviewed. I doubt it. Happy reading!
Disclaimer: So, I've noticed these at the top of everyone else's, so I would feel excluded if I didn't do one too! I don't own any of the characters, setting, or a lot of the plot in this story. If I did, Ron would have died shortly after the first book, once he'd served his purpose. Annoying, useless, character he is. This has been really long, hasn't it?
Harry walked quickly into the great hall, anxious about the first day
of term. It was his fifth year at Hogwarts. After all that had
happened the last few years, he was surprised he had made it this far
at all. Memories of the graveyard were still dredged up to the
forefront of his mind, at night. This was when he wasn't being
bothered by memories of a dark room....a room that seemed vagely
familiar to him, one that he had seen before, but he couldn't quite
put his finger on it.
Harry sat down at the Gryffindor table, too lost in his own thoughts
of graveyards, and mysterious rooms to notice much of what his friends
were saying. This was until Ron spoke.
"Harry! Harry! They've posted the date for the Quidditch tryouts! I
dunno, mate, you think I should try out?"
"Of course!" Harry replied with false enthusiasm. He had seen Ron
play before. "I'm sure you will do brilliantly" he said as he returned
to his breakfast of toast and oatmeal.
After finishing with breakfast, Harry checked the noticeboard outside
the Great Hall for the tryout date. "Wednesday, November 10th" it
read. Harry saw several others checking the sign, talking
excitedly about teams and captains.
Harry rushed off to his first class, History of Magic, after being
held up for far too long at the noticeboard with people pushing him
for details about anything from the graveyard to Quidditch. He wasn't
looking forward to History of Magic first thing in the morning. It was
like he was waking up only to eat, then go back to sleep.
As Harry reached the door to the classroom, he stopped suddenly. He
heard a scream. A familiar scream. But it couldn't be......No, it couldn't be.