Prologue

Harry looked out the window of the 7th year boys dormitory and sighed, watching as the clouds formed in the sky. It was so cold, even though there was a fire in the grate. He'd missed alot of events this year, not that it mattered, nothing mattered any more.

Hermionie didn't matter. Ron didn't matter. Sirius couldn't matter. The way the Dursleys and Malfoy treated him didn't matter. His dreams mattered though, and that was all they were, dreams.

He pulled a sweater on over his t-shirt and grabbed his robes, he might as well get going, there was nothing better to do on such a day as this.