Disclaimer: Sorry for all you people who'd like to sue me out there, but I can honestly say that I DO NOT own any of the Harry Potter characters, I only own the ones I've created. So in other words...I'm not making any money out of writing this fanfic, it's merely for my own leisure and not prophet.

Summary: Do you believe in forbidden love? What if you fall for the one you can never have? Do you follow the path both fate and your heart are pulling you down, or do you listen to what everyone around you thinks is best? Sixth year at Hogwarts; some book 5 spoilers.

Warning: Some of your favourite characters from the fantastic books by J.K.Rowling may be a bit or a lot in some opinions OOC which means Out Of Character. If you disagree with me putting my own opinions and interpretations of feelings and events into this story then I apologise for this and suggest that you read no more, but I must state that this is after all my fanfic story and I will only change events and themes in this story if the fanfiction.net staff orders me to. I must also state that this is an R rated story which stands for 'Restricted' so I must advise any readers that are not of age to read at their own risk! As this story not only will contain sexual scenes and suggestions, but is also rated for very strong language in some places and also other adult themes such as suicide. You have been warned!

'Thoughts'

"Speech"

Chapter one: Dreaming..

Dark Ocean blue. Over the last couple of weeks he'd come to love that colour in all its entirety. Deep, dark, mysterious and beautiful in its own right. The black orb in the centre was deep and meaningful, surrounded by a magnificent sunlight gold aura. It was amazing and enchanting; they made you want, no long to know who they belonged to. A wise man once said that 'Eyes are a window to the soul', that man was right, you can see every emotion felt reflected in these eyes, and yet they looked locked; or somehow empty to the untrained eye, like you needed to be special, or possess the long lost key to see into the startling blue depths; to see everything that the owner of these invaluable gems was trying to hide for whatever reason, he didn't know.

'They remind me of mine', he thought as he woke up yet again blinded for a moment by the sharp pain that coursed through his scar. He thought this because his eyes, so different in colour from those in his dream, held the same secrecy, the same protective wall around his feelings that he thought no-one could knock down. It unnerved him to think that this wall he had built up over the past 16 years could be knocked down effortlessly someone who had the power to unlock his inner most fears, hopes and dreams. He had been hurt so many times; it wasn't any wonder as to why he was on guard all the time. Harry Potter lay flat on his back recalling every detail of the dream he'd just had, and had had every night since his return to Privet Drive this summer.

'What is Voldemort playing at?!' Harry thought angrily as he kneaded his scar, trying to massage some of the pain away. He had spent endless hours and sleepless nights thinking constantly about why he was dreaming this over and over again but he just couldn't come up with the reasoning behind being shown these beautiful orbs, and quite sickeningly, Harry was longing to know who these eyes belonged to. It was just like the Department of Mysteries last year when he didn't practice his Occlumency because his curiosity got the better of him and he wouldn't stop until he found out what was behind that black door; which inevitably turned out to be his Godfather's death just around the corner.

It saddened Harry to think that he wasn't able to and couldn't grieve for Sirius properly because of this person haunting his dreams, put there by Voldemort. Was this the next person Voldemort was going to kill? Or was she just another pawn in yet another evil plan to terrorise innocent lives, destroy families, and to get his ultimate target; Harry? And who the hell was she? For Harry was in no doubt that these unfathomable blue depths must belong to a girl somewhere; no boy or man could ever possess that sort of beauty.

He sighed deeply as he pulled off his covers and walked over to the window; it was nearing dawn, which meant that Hedwig would be back soon and with her should be another sympathetic letter from Hermione and Ron; who seemed to be at the same place, a "keep ya chin up pal" letter from Hagrid, and a letter from his protectors asking if the Dursleys were treating him alright; which he had to reply to otherwise they'd all turn up on the doorstep demanding to take him away, which he really didn't need as he didn't think he could face anyone who knew what had happened in June. It might just cause him to break down in his ever increasingly grief, sadness and loneliness. Harry was ashamed to admit that he was in fact a very lonely little boy that had to grow up faster than he was supposed to because of what he was thrown into five years ago. He'd never mention this to anyone but he'd often thought of just ending it all, the more he thought about it, the more he got depressed and got closer to actually committing the act, he knew that the people closest to him would devastated, and extremely sad and blaming themselves, thinking that they could have done more to help him. Secretly, Harry believed he was past help; there was nothing really left for him part from purging the world of Lord Voldemort, but he found himself just too physically, mentally, and emotionally tired to even bother with all that any more. He knew he'd disappoint and hurt so many people but he just couldn't do it.

As he made his way over to his wardrobe to begin to get dressed he heard the soft swoosh at the window that announced Hedwig's return. He turned around to see that she did indeed have three letters tied to her leg and was accompanied by a very handsome eagle owl that had one envelope attached to its own leg, which could only be from Hagrid. As was expected, Hedwig had brought Harry a letter each from Hermione and Ron, and a letter from Lupin saying that they're all glad he's OK and that he must hold on until nine o'clock the next morning when they would all come around to pick him up.

'Of course!' thought Harry. 'It's the first of September tomorrow! They'll be coming to escort me to Kings Cross'

At this thought, for some reason Harry's heart sank. He did not want to go back to Hogwarts; have people fussing over him, asking if he was OK..he didn't want that, or need it, for it could only make his state of mind more fragile than it already was. Next he opened Hagrid's letter that was just as full of the same bullshit as both Ron and Hermione's had been, and did nothing to heal his mood at all. Harry threw the letters in his open trunk at the bottom of his bed, and watched with sadness and great longing as the eagle owl spread its magnificent wings and flew off into the ever brightening sky. With another huge sigh, as the bird flew out of sight, Harry finished getting dressed and left his room to go down to breakfast with the increasingly unpleasant Dursleys. Even though he hated them all with a passion, Harry needed them for his little idea to stay alone as long as possible that would be put into action the next day.

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"Hurry up boy!", Vernon Dursley yelled up the stairs of Number Four Privet Drive.

"If you want us to take you to the ruddy train station to go to that school of yours then you'd better hurry up! I haven't got all day!"

"And you think I have?", replied Harry sarcastically, as he dragged the last of his belongings down the stairs ready to be loaded into the car.

"What was that?!", said Uncle Vernon nastily.

"Nothing, nothing", muttered Harry. "Can't we just get going?"

"Well hurry up then!"

Harry sighed.

'I only wish a part of me can stay so I can see their faces when they come to "escort" me' Harry thought grimly as he climbed into the car. For some strange reason, he found himself feeling that he would rather travel for an hour with the Dursleys than be "escorted" by his supposed friends. At least with the Dursleys he wouldn't be constantly asked if he was all right, on the contrary, they did not care whether he was alive or dead, so why would they waste their breath asking stupid questions. Harry found himself being left to his own thoughts, which he would later find isn't such a good thing.

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The journey to Kings Cross was, as expected, uneventful. When they reached the station, the Dursleys stayed in the car and let Harry get his things on his own. As soon as he had loaded them on to the trolley, they were off and left him standing in the middle of the car park looking apprehensively at the station entrance.

'Well', he thought, 'here we go'.

And with so many thoughts and emotions running through his mind, he walked slowly forward and into the station, unaware that fate was about to intervene with the destinies of two equally innocent and alone people...

*~* End of chapter*~*

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