Harry Potter Year Six
I do not own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does, don't sue me. I only have a dollar and 24 cents.
Chapter One
It's the summer before sixth year, and it's not going well for Harry Potter. If it wasn't for the destructive, dangerous, depressing thoughts going through his head. If it hadn't been for those thoughts, Harry probably would have been happy, or as happy as you can be locked in a room at the Dursley's.
He'd already been back for two weeks, two agonizing weeks of nothing but thoughts of Voldemort, Sirius and every horror imaginable. He was a depressed wreck, huge bags under his eyes from so many sleepless nights, and for once in his life, the Dursley's were leaving him alone, not making him do anything, just ignoring him, locked up in his room, as if he did not exist.
And boy did he wish that, right now, to be nothingness, to not have the worries he had, or the pressure, or the guilt. It was his fault Sirius died (Actually, that wretched house elf, Kretcher, but he didn't connect in his turmoil.), It was his fault Voldemort was back, cause it was HIS BLOOD, and if he went further back, he'd start blaming himself for Cedric, and Wormtail's escape, and so much more, everything possible that went wrong, he'd blame himself.
These consumed his thoughts non-stop, even in his dreams. He even thought about ending it all, but that would only destroy the only hope of the world, HIM. He now knew, for sure, but had long suspected that only he could destroy Voldemort, so if he died, so did everyone he loved and cared about, The Weasley's, Hermione, Lupin, Dumbledore, Hell, he didn't even think Snape deserved anymore suffering, then he already had.
He just sat or lay on his bed, days and nights on end, he did all of his homework in the first week, trying to keep his mind occupied. Second week, he read every book he had from first through fifth year, it's been three weeks, he's read all of his books over at least twice through, even revised all of his homework, he was wishing for his sixth year books, anything to try to pass the time, anything to push the never ending thoughts of destruction to the back of his mind.
If anything he'd know his books, notes, everything he'd ever written down from his classes, like the back of his hand, if he continued like this. He didn't mind the reading, hell it was good, the thing was the thoughts of Voldemort and the guilt never left his mind, always in the background, if not the foreground. He wished for a dreamless sleep potion, so for once he wouldn't have the horrible dreams.
He'd now been back for a month, it was his birthday, 'Woo-who,' he thought, 'I'm sixteen, does it matter? NO.'
He received presents from Hermione, Ron, the Weasley family, Fred and George, Hagrid and Remus. Hagrid, the Weasley's and Hermione also sent cakes, he also got his Hogwarts letter and letters from Ron and Hermione. For presents he got, jokes from Fred and George, a toy Snitch from Ron, a journal from the Weasley's, Honeydukes sweets from Hagrid, and books from Hermione and Remus.
The letters read:
Ron's:
How ya doing mate? Happy sixteenth, I hope your doing great. Why in the heck did you request books for your birthday? Your not turning into Hermione are you? I hope you like this Snitch better, I know I would, hopefully see you in Diagon Alley, if not, on the train.
-Ron
And the letter from Hermione:
Dear Harry,
How are you? You sound so distant in your letters. Please, try not to let what happened effect you, too much, it's NOT YOUR FAULT. Your strong Harry, you'll get through it, you've made it through so much already. Your friends are here for you. Try not to let the Dursley's get to you. Happy Birthday! Why'd you want books? I hope you enjoy the one I sent.
Love, Hermione
P.S. See you in Diagon Alley or on the train.
He wrote everyone notes back, thanking them and asked Remus, if he'd pick up the books and supplies, he needed for the upcoming year from Diagon Alley. Lupin did and sent them to him about four day's later, it all arrived.
There was chapter one , I have chapter two written, hope you all enjoyed this. And if anyone knows the names of the sixth year prefects in book five, please send them to me, my dad has my book. Thanks. -ears91
I do not own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does, don't sue me. I only have a dollar and 24 cents.
Chapter One
It's the summer before sixth year, and it's not going well for Harry Potter. If it wasn't for the destructive, dangerous, depressing thoughts going through his head. If it hadn't been for those thoughts, Harry probably would have been happy, or as happy as you can be locked in a room at the Dursley's.
He'd already been back for two weeks, two agonizing weeks of nothing but thoughts of Voldemort, Sirius and every horror imaginable. He was a depressed wreck, huge bags under his eyes from so many sleepless nights, and for once in his life, the Dursley's were leaving him alone, not making him do anything, just ignoring him, locked up in his room, as if he did not exist.
And boy did he wish that, right now, to be nothingness, to not have the worries he had, or the pressure, or the guilt. It was his fault Sirius died (Actually, that wretched house elf, Kretcher, but he didn't connect in his turmoil.), It was his fault Voldemort was back, cause it was HIS BLOOD, and if he went further back, he'd start blaming himself for Cedric, and Wormtail's escape, and so much more, everything possible that went wrong, he'd blame himself.
These consumed his thoughts non-stop, even in his dreams. He even thought about ending it all, but that would only destroy the only hope of the world, HIM. He now knew, for sure, but had long suspected that only he could destroy Voldemort, so if he died, so did everyone he loved and cared about, The Weasley's, Hermione, Lupin, Dumbledore, Hell, he didn't even think Snape deserved anymore suffering, then he already had.
He just sat or lay on his bed, days and nights on end, he did all of his homework in the first week, trying to keep his mind occupied. Second week, he read every book he had from first through fifth year, it's been three weeks, he's read all of his books over at least twice through, even revised all of his homework, he was wishing for his sixth year books, anything to try to pass the time, anything to push the never ending thoughts of destruction to the back of his mind.
If anything he'd know his books, notes, everything he'd ever written down from his classes, like the back of his hand, if he continued like this. He didn't mind the reading, hell it was good, the thing was the thoughts of Voldemort and the guilt never left his mind, always in the background, if not the foreground. He wished for a dreamless sleep potion, so for once he wouldn't have the horrible dreams.
He'd now been back for a month, it was his birthday, 'Woo-who,' he thought, 'I'm sixteen, does it matter? NO.'
He received presents from Hermione, Ron, the Weasley family, Fred and George, Hagrid and Remus. Hagrid, the Weasley's and Hermione also sent cakes, he also got his Hogwarts letter and letters from Ron and Hermione. For presents he got, jokes from Fred and George, a toy Snitch from Ron, a journal from the Weasley's, Honeydukes sweets from Hagrid, and books from Hermione and Remus.
The letters read:
Ron's:
How ya doing mate? Happy sixteenth, I hope your doing great. Why in the heck did you request books for your birthday? Your not turning into Hermione are you? I hope you like this Snitch better, I know I would, hopefully see you in Diagon Alley, if not, on the train.
-Ron
And the letter from Hermione:
Dear Harry,
How are you? You sound so distant in your letters. Please, try not to let what happened effect you, too much, it's NOT YOUR FAULT. Your strong Harry, you'll get through it, you've made it through so much already. Your friends are here for you. Try not to let the Dursley's get to you. Happy Birthday! Why'd you want books? I hope you enjoy the one I sent.
Love, Hermione
P.S. See you in Diagon Alley or on the train.
He wrote everyone notes back, thanking them and asked Remus, if he'd pick up the books and supplies, he needed for the upcoming year from Diagon Alley. Lupin did and sent them to him about four day's later, it all arrived.
There was chapter one , I have chapter two written, hope you all enjoyed this. And if anyone knows the names of the sixth year prefects in book five, please send them to me, my dad has my book. Thanks. -ears91