Ok, I know this will never happen, but try and go along with me here.... I think the ending is the best part of the story. Kinda bloody. Someone told me that the flashbacks were unrecongizable and it horrified me cuz in my WORD document they are. I will try and keep it here.

Harry quickly walked across the hall to the Gryffindor table. He heard Ron and Hermione close behind him, but he paid then no heed.

Sitting down, he tried to stay as far from his friends as he could, although the felt their eyes on him again.

Moments later, the faculty came in and the students later. To Harry's disappointment, he had to sit near his friends anyway.

"Attention Hogwarts students, I need to inform you that there will be a Quidditch match tomorrow, Gryffindor VS Slytherin."

Harry and Draco exchanged glances.

"That is all for now. Happy eating!"

They did so, but Ron and Harry were not taking notice of each other. When Harry had reached for an apple that Ron was after, he'd suddenly veer his hand toward the rolls. When Hermione tried to engage them into a conversation, the two boys would merely grunt, nod, or simply say something short to answer her statements. She was also very disturbed when Ron kept jabbing her ribs with his elbow, trying to make his knife act like a chainsaw to cut his meat. When she had banged on the table and demanded for them to speak to one another, all they said was "hi", and didn't make eye contact in doing so.

"Hopeless." She muttered.

The case did appear hopeless indeed. After dinner the two mad no attempt to talk at all.

That night, Harry couldn't sleep again. He slowly rose from the bed and sat down next to the window, looking up at the night scenery. So many things were going through his troubled mind then. He was worried about Voldemort and Lucius' threat to him. Why did all this have to happen to him? Wasn't he just like everyone else? No, not at all. No other student had a scar in the shape of a lightning bolt on their forehead, or had their parents murdered by the greatest feared wizard in the world. No one had Muggles to stay with that were terrible, or even the pain Harry went through in the past years. Plus, no one had to go through what he would have to soon. So many things were different between others and himself. So many unfair things.

Harry stared out the window and saw the moon reflect off the lake. He liked the peace that he felt then. It felt like he could live forever, yet knowing it was not possible; even though he wished it was.

Harry stayed there for a long time, and once again, Ron witnessed his thoughts.

In the morning, Harry was still sleeping. It was Saturday and the Quidditch match was coming up soon. Hermione argued with Ron to wake him up before it was too late.

"He's still sleeping."

"Fine, I'll go do it."

"Hermione, you're a girl, that's the boy's dormitory!" Ron exclaimed.

"So what." She ran up the stairs and entered the room. Harry was lying down, peacefully reposing on his pillow. Hermione smiled sweetly and tip toed up to him.

"Hermione!" hissed Ron. She ignored him and prodded Harry. He stirred but didn't wake.

"Harry, rise and shine. Your Quidditch match starts soon."

He blearily opened his eyes and gazed around.

"Come on, it starts after breakfast."

Harry sighed and got up from his bed, rubbing his eyes before plodding over to his trunk.

Hermione left the room, leaving Harry and Ron together.

"So," Ron said quickly as Harry was finished changing. "I hope you win. You've won the last four matches."

"Yeah."

They were silent.

"Well," Ron said finally. "I wish you luck." And then turned around to leave his friend alone.

Before he was out of sight he said, "I'm sorry."

Harry nodded and whispered to himself, "Me too."

Harry stood with the rest of the Gryffindor team. They were dispersed on the field in their positions awaiting Madame Hooch's whistle. Malfoy smiled slightly at him, which he returned.

"On my whistle." Madame Hooch called. " 3, 2, 1, GO!"

The whistle screamed and the balls were released. Harry saw the Snitch just before it disappeared near the columns.

The two teams flew around the stadium as the action began. The Slytherins were in possession of the Quaffle at the moment, and were zig zagging thorough the Gryffindors.

Draco was watching them from a distance. Harry drifted up beside him and said, "Just play like we always do. Don't go easy on me."

"How can I?" he replied with a smirk matching Harry's and continued, "All right, Potter."

"Ten points to Slytherin!" Lee Jordan, the commentator, announced. A mixture of boos and cheering filled the arena. In less than five minutes the match was 20 to 10, Slytherin in the lead.

Then he saw it. The Snitch was just above the column a few meters from him. Harry sped quickly toward it and heard cheering. He felt Draco come up behind him, and more shouts of excitement erupted from below.

"Harry!" Draco yelled from behind.

Before Harry could react, something hard collided against his back. The force of hit caused him to fly forward and cling desperately onto his broom. Gasps echoed. Harry realized it was a Bludger.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah." He managed to say through gritted teeth and rotating his shoulder.

"Should we stop the match?"

"No"

So they continued. Harry noticed that he was flying slower now since his back was on fire. He had no doubt he would have a bruise the size of Great Britain on it.

"20 to 20, Gryffindor!" hollered Lee.

Gryffindor flags were waving furiously while the Slytherin ones were limply used.

It was a short match that day. No sooner had they tied, Harry spotted the Snitch glittering below near the rival's booing fans. He picked up speed and descended. He leaned forward on the Firebolt and looked to his right where Draco followed close in pursuit. He rushed beside him and bumped hard. Harry held his mouth shut and kicked Draco back, sending him reeling in another direction.

Now the Snitch was his. Edging his broom on, Harry kept his eye contact on the golden ball, reached out, and grabbed it tightly in his grasp."

Madame Hooch's whistle screamed again and the Gryffindors shouted with an ear-splitting yell.

"Yeah, Harry!" one of the Chasers cried.

Draco flew up. "Nice move, Potter."

"No, nice match."

He nodded and grinned widely and they drew apart by the swarming crowd.

When Harry finally rescued himself from the mass of supporters, he became aware that Hermione was running toward him at top speed as Ron staggered and gasped trying to catch up.

"Oh, Harry," she squealed. "Are you okay?"

"Sure. I'm fine."

Ron came put putting along side them and said, "That really looked like it hurt. I mean, the Slytherin Beater was only, what, five yards from you?"

"Think I'll have a huge bruise on my back, though." Harry replied as he rubbed the sore spot.

"You should have seen Hermione's face!" Ron laughed. "She was all freaking out and loud- ouch!"

Hermione had kicked him in the shin and glared threateningly.

Harry smiled and went on walking.

(Sorry that was short. I don't like writing about the matches.)

"I'll stop there for now." Hermione said quietly.

"All right." Sari agreed.

"The next time we'll tell you the rest. It will be about his death." Both of them cringed and pressed their lips together. Ron squeezed his eyes to stop crying.

Sari got up to leave. "Tell me later in the year. It might make you feel better."

They nodded.

"Oh, Sari," her grandmother said quickly. "When you get into the common room, check behind the big chair near the fireplace."

Ron smiled and looked at her.

"Why?"

"Just look."

Sari nodded slightly and left the hidden room.

When she entered through the portrait, Sari immediately raced toward the chair, heaved, tugged, and finally moved it from the wall.

She got down on her knees and peered meticulously. In medium sized print she saw three names carved into the wood. It read: Hermione Granger Harry Potter Ron Weasley Best Friends.

Sari smiled sweetly. Each person must have carved each name because it had various handwritings. Her grandmother had neat swirls, her grandfather's was very scraggly, and Harry's was a little like chicken scratch.

Sari ran her fingers over the names and smiled. She smiled wider when she noticed Ron's handwriting show a small heart between Harry and Hermione. After another glance Sari got up and shoved the chair into place again.

A month passed. Then two. January was almost over. Sari had not shown the signatures to Sarah since she felt that it would be her secret between her grandparents. She had a great urge to learn more about Harry Potter. Her parents were of no help. One day though, Sari had brewed up some moxie and asked Prof. Nikolay about him. He was very interested in the question, much to her surprise, and didn't act rude.

"Harry Potter you say? Well, Sari, I know quite a lot about him. I'm not related to people who had known him, but I have come across those who did.

'Nevelle Longbottom was fifty-six when I spoke with him. He was still empty in the head but spoke of Potter as if he was staring at him in the face."

"What did he say?" asked Sari.

"Well, what other people would say. Brave, smart, kind, talented, and even troubled. Every person had told me this. Every single one."

"So, what happened to Nevelle?"

"I think he passed away when he was sixty-two. I'm pretty sure."

"Everybody died." Sari said sadly.

"Most anyway," Nikolay replied. "Dennis and Colin Creevy are still among the living. I'm not sure about Parvati, but Patil is. Oh, and Draco Malfoy. Those were some of the basic people in Harry's school life."

"Peeves said something about Cho Chang."

Prof. Nikolay laughed. "She was Harry's crush. She had left when whey were all in their seventh year. I suppose your grandmother was very jealous."

Sari giggled. "She never told me that she liked him."

"Nevelle told me when I was with him."

"Well, I will see you later, Professor." Sari said when the bell rang for the next class.

Finally, it was April when her grandparents came to her. She had been in the common room with Sarah talking about the upcoming exams in May. Her grandparents had said nothing, but she knew.

"See you later." She said to Sarah.

On the way to the bookcase Sari wanted to say something, but she sensed that it wasn't a proper time. Both her grandparents were sullen like it was a funeral procession. They stared blankly ahead and didn't speak or mumble.

No one spoke until they were seated at the table. Even then it was quiet for a time.

"To start," Hermione whispered out of the silence. "I will begin when the day it was still snowing. Strange for it to snow in April and barely thaw. The Divination teacher, Prof. Trelawney, thought of it to be a sign of trouble ahead. Anyway, the boys were having fun having a snowball fight. I didn't want to join since, of course, I needed to study for the final exams."

"Come on, Hermione," Harry persisted. "Come play."

"No, Harry. I need to study."

"But you're always studying."

"And I'm always getting full marks on my tests!"

Harry was quiet at her remark.

"Besides," she went on." Aren't you two a little old for that?"

"No way!" Ron exclaimed smiling. He picked up some snow, molded it into a ball, and threw it at Harry, who wasn't paying attention. The snowball collided at his head.

"Aaaaah!" he cried.

Hermione giggled when Ron was laughing his head off.

"You're gonna get it now!" Harry said as he packed a snowball and grinned evilly.

The two boys were now throwing and dodging balls of flying snow. Hermione was attempting to study with their shouts, but it was too overbearing.

"Stop it, I can't concentrate!" she complained. Her response was Harry's snowball hurtling into her lap. Snow was all over her books and robes.

"Harry!" she shrieked. Hermione brushed it all off as Harry laughed. He threw another.

"Stop it, Harry!"

He didn't, and with one more ball of snow, she threw down her books and tore after him.

"Get over here!" she shouted, but was laughing with her breath white in the air.

Harry ran and the two gave shouts of fun while casting snow. Ron joined in the chase and laughed as well.

Hermione finally caught up with Harry. She leaped and grabbed onto his shoulders. They fell onto the snow and rolled around. He had a mouthful of it that made her laugh more. Tears were rolling down their cheeks and Harry pushed her off and started to run. Hermione grabbed his leg and he collapsed again. Ron came up and pelted them with continuous snowballs. He grinned mischievously and cried, "Dog pile!"

He leaped high and crashed down onto them, rather hard.

"Ouch, Ron!" Harry yelled with a laugh.

Hermione didn't say anything, but she crawled out from under the two of them and took out her wand.

"Take this, you two!" she said. "SERPRESA CANTATUM!" (I have no idea what this is…. I made it up.)

She pointed her wand at the snow. It sprayed around like a water hose, covering the boys in a blanket. Ron hollered and Harry let out a surprised scream.

"That's cold!" Ron cried.

Soon, they were all doing it and all were soaked to the skin. Harry grabbed Hermione by the waist and picked her up from the ground. She shrieked in laughter as she was spun around. After several times, they fell over, and she landed on Harry.

She looked at him shyly. "Sorry."

"No, I'm okay." He answered. They stared at one another for a moment before they turned away bashfully.

All three of them went on playing, and didn't even notice Albus Dumbledore watching and smiling in amusement.

"That was one of my most fun days in school with Harry." Hermione whispered. "When I fell on him like that I was very embarrassed, yet it made me more protective over him. The way his eyes looked when he stared at me lying on in the snow."

"You loved him, didn't you, Grandmother?" Sari asked with a smile.

Hermione nodded. "I did. I truly did. I think he knew that he loved me as well that day. Just that sort of look he gave me. The look he once gave Cho Chang. I knew."

Sari didn't tell her about the discussion with Prof. Nikolay. She did not want them to think that she was snooping too much.