I own nothing of any of this, jk owns it…
It was the first day of Harry's sixth year at Hogwarts. This place used to be the only thing he
lived for, but now he mostly disliked it. It had brought him nothing but
sorrow. As he walked up the dark front steps, he thought of how he would rather
be back at the Dursley's.
He smiled remembering two summers ago, when it had happened
at last. The Dursley's had explained to
him that they were under a curse put on them by Dumbledore. Dumbledore had told Harry why they had been
cursed at the end of his fifth year, during the duel. He had wanted Harry to
want to come to Hogwarts, he didn't want him to hate it just because of what
happened to his parents, and they needed him there. But that didn't matter now, Dumbledore was long gone. That was
one thought to the "pros" side of Hogwarts.
Cornelius Fudge was now Headmaster, and he liked Harry a lot now. Harry
like Fudge too.
"Good morning Harry," Ginny Weasley was the last person
Harry wanted to see right now.
"Hi Ginny," Harry was now very good at pretending to like
Ginny, but thought better of it this
time, "would you mind me saying that I feel much more comfortable when you are
at least 5 feet away from me in all directions?" He smiled and walked away.
Ginny didn't take it badly, she hadn't wanted to say
anything to Harry anyway, just thought it might've been nice. They had been going out for at least 7
months, but the horror that had come to Harry at the end of last year
completely turned him around. She couldn't
stand him anymore, but the feelings were mutual.
"Ah, and where have you been, my friend?" Harry felt
suddenly relaxed, seeing his one true friend at last.
"I must apologize for the tardiness, I was finishing my
breakfast," his friend answered. The
bell for classes rang, and everyone around them hurried away inside, but the
two boys felt being late nothing to worry. "How were the Dursley's?"
"Oh great, I went online a lot, but you were never on, what
happened there?" Harry glanced around at the people passing by.
"Well, I was kind of busy the the funerals, you know," the
friend answered without the least bit sign of regret.
"Oh, yes, sorry about that," Harry didn't feel sorry at all,
and knew his friend knew it, "the Dursley's say when I'm done with this fine
school of ours, we will all be moving to Spain, which sounds quite nice and
refreshing."
"I agree, and I must leave you here, goodbye for now," his
friend left him there and they turned off in different directions. They often acted like this in front of one
another, as if nothing or anyone else in the world mattered. They could only wish it was like that.
