The air seemed to taste different. That's silly thought Harry. Can you really taste air? Well, he knew what he meant. It was somehow fresher like it revived him. He opened his nostrils and took a deep intake of fresh air.

Harry felt it enter his lungs and run through his veins taking it all around his body. From his scruffy hair to his feet he felt the air. He stretched his fingers, opening and closing his palms.

Harry always felt wizard like even when he was with muggles. As he stepped off the train he felt a sudden rush of warmth. Regeneration. As he breathed each gasp of air more thoughts and potions came to his mind, he could fell the magic running through his bones.

A great booming voice broke his dreams. Anyone would have jumped but not him. Harry knew this voice it was familiar and filled the whole in his heart, which had been there since he left last year. It was Hagrid, he was home.

"Harry! Good the see ya!"

"You too Hagrid. I'm finally home again"

Suddenly Ron peered out of nowhere with every crease in his body filled with sweets and cakes.

"Hiya Hagrid, love to stay and chat but I got to go. Come on Harry we can catch up with Hagrid at the feast."

"Sure me lad! You run along now, but remember you're in your fifth year now!" Hagrid waved, with that they turned and left.

The journey to the castle was the same, it would all be the same, but somewhere deep down he knew everything would be different.

No one especially him could forget what happen last year. Voldemort, tri- wizard tournament, Cedric. He looked up at the first years all with excitement in their eyes.

Both Harry and Ron were egger to get in to the castle and settle in. they went to the Griffindor common room to find Hermione. They sat by the fire and started to talk about the summer holidays.

"Hello, you two, now I say this every year but I mean it. NO TROUBLE! We have important work to think about!"

Hermione had a stern look on her face, her eyes switching from Harry to Ron.

Ron and Harry looked at each other with disgusted looks. Ron gulped. Hermione smiled.

"Ha! You should have seen your faces! I'm not that up-tight you should know that!"

Ron and Harry's faces softened. "Although I still think we should concentrate on our work and not get into so much trouble."

"Shut it Hermione!"

"For a moment there I thought all our hard work had been for nothing!" said Harry laughing and giving Hermione a hug, "I'm glad your back Hermione."

The three best friends arm in arm walked down to the feast chatting and catching up. They all now knew about the Dementors.

The whole wizarding world did. It was on the wizarding news 'Dementors leave us'. Azkaban had 'well-trained wizards' now assured the news.

But Dementors or no Dementors nothing could have damped their spirits. Not even lord Voldemort himself. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

They settled in quickly as usual. The first month had gone and all started to feel the chill on the end of their noses. Scarves had been pulled out from the bottom of the trunks. Everyone was looking to winter.

Ron turned to Harry. "Dumbledore wants to see us, to talk about.err. you know. business"

"There you go again, Ron the weasel and Harry pot head. The Mugglelovers run about"

As if darkness had placed itself over the corridor the whole placed stopped. The lower years scattered with faces of pure fear. They could smell trouble.

Harry and Ron didn't even need to turn around to know who it was. Hermione came running round the corner.

"Harry! Ron! I've got sum.err. maybe later" From the look on their faces Hermione fell silent.

Everyone waited and watched. No one could tell whose faces kept more hatred. Tension hung on everyone's shoulders.

"How's the dark side Draco?" sniggered Ron.

"Oh go back to your barn weasley" Draco replied.

"I've missed you too!" Ron gave him a girly smile.

Harry turned to his enemy Draco Malfoy.

"I'm not in the mood for your taunts this year Malfoy," Harry stared straight through Malfoy's thoughts, everyone kept silent.

Harry continued, "I have more important things to deal with."

"What saving the world? Getting another medal? Come off it, its getting old now potter!" Some agreed with Malfoy and looked to Harry for a reply.

"Well at least I'm not on the weak side where everyone is afraid to show themselves and has to hide. I'm proud to be where and who I am and I don't need masks and cloaks! Believe me you and the rest have a lot coming to you Malfoy."

Not many understood what was going on, only the fifth years and above. Many agreed with this last statement and eagerly awaited Malfoy's reply. The voices of teachers could be heard. The corridor began to fill out.

"Well potter, I'm no so sure you should get so involved," Malfoy brought his voice to a whisper, coming close to Harry as he walked by,

"some one you care about could get hurt" Malfoy and the gang sniggered and turned to leave. Malfoy glanced quickly at Hermione with a huge grin on his face.

Harry looked puzzled, "nice of him to care!" He said with a crooked smile. As McGonagal turned the corner Ron whispered to Harry.

"What on earth did he mean by that, do you think he knows something?"

"Sounded like a threat to me Harry," replied Dean, a fellow Griffindor.

"I don't know what he meant but we better find out" Harry and the rest turned to leave. Hermione looked on with a grave face.