In Herbology, Harry sat by himself. A couple of girls sat not too far away, whispering about him.
"He's really changed ever since Dumbledore, you know," one girl said to the other, while looking at Harry, who had his back to them.
"Yeah, but maybe there is something about this whole incident we don't know about. It sounds kind of weird. His mean muggle family comes out of a curse that's been upon them since he was a baby, and they end up to be rather nice. Then, Dumbledore explains that he put the curse upon them to keep him at Hogwarts. That's where it leaves off. Why would Dumbledore do something like that, he must not have been as good as we thought he was."
"I like Dumbledore, I liked him much more than I like Fudge," the first girl made a disgusted face and went on talking about him.
They were right about a few things, and the way the two girls summed up their clues and tried to go on figuring out what was going on reminded Harry of his earlier years at Hogwarts with his old friends. Those were better times.
Harry liked Fudge. He liked him for saving his life. If it weren't for him, Dumbledore would've kept right on going with what he had been doing for the past 6 years. Fudge was right on Dumbledore's case at the end of Harry's fourth year. From hiring all different sorts of teacher's, to doing whatever he pleased in his teachings, Fudge easily expelled him as headmaster, and took the position himself. Not many people were pleased with this, that is, until Dumbledore took advantage of his free time. He joined forces with evil, which was the most astonishing thing to everyone, as Dumbledore had acted so against evil Harry could still remember his speech during his fourth year in the hospital wing. But Dumbledore died, and so did evil, so everything was over and all was almost well.
After school, Harry and his friend sat outside by the lake and did their homework together. Very few people were out there with them, most of them watching the Gryffindor quidditch team practicing, a few on the other side of the lake just sitting around, watching Harry uneasily.
"How was your day?"
"Fine, almost nobody talked to me," Harry answered, "I heard a couple of stupid girls talking about me though, it was interesting."
"What were they saying?" His friend looked over as he spoke. Harry sat silent for minutes. His friend knew that he was thinking and wouldn't repeat the question, but went back to his work.
"Have I changed?" It had been bugging Harry all day. He knew he had, but for better or worse?
"Of course you have, would you have been sitting here with me if you hadn't?" the boy smiled.
"Of course not, but I feel like I do not care about anything anymore. If you weren't there when I killed Dumbledore, I don't think I would have any friends." Harry looked down.
"Are you trying to say that I'm the only one who understands anything about what happened?"
"Yes. Everyone congratulated me for what I did, but I know that for real, I should have tried to do something besides hurt in order to bring Dumbledore back. I somehow know that he wasn't bad all along." Harry couldn't get himself to tell his friend everything. He had never told anyone everything he knew.
"You know quite well that I never liked Dumbledore much, the mudblood lover, but I may be the closest one to understanding what you are trying to say."
That ended the conversation, and they both knew it. How is it they know each other so well, but have only been talking to each other nicely for not even a year? Harry knew his friend acts the same as always around everyone but him.