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Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

Chapter One: Harry's Pain and Ginny's Letter

The Dursley's had just left King's Cross with Harry, on their way back to number 4 Privet Drive. Inside the Dursley's car, there wasn't a sound being made within it. The Dursley's were too afraid of the warning Mad-Eye Moody have given them. On the other hand, Harry was deep in thought, barely noticing he was even in the presence of his aunt, uncle and cousin. His thoughts dwelled on the night in the Department of Mysteries. The night he led his friends out of Hogwarts, into a battle with the Death Eaters. A battle in which there had been only one lost, but an important one. Sirius Black, Harry Potter's godfather.

"It is all my fault that Sirius is gone", Harry thought to himself. "All my fault that everyone was hurt. If I hadn't been so stupid to believe the vision Voldemort put into my head, Sirius would still be here. How could I have been so stupid? If I had just listened to Dumbledore, he would still be alive."

Harry didn't even notice that they had reached Privet Drive, until Uncle Vernon said for him to get out of the car. Harry just grabbed his trunk and Hedwig's cage, and walked straight into the house. He walked up the stairs, and straight into his bedroom. He dropped his things, and just fell on top of his bed. He just lay there, wide awake, thinking about Sirius and prophecy he had just learned from Dumbledore.

"Why is this happening to me? Why does it have to be me that has to kill or be killed by Voldemort? Why am I so special? And why did Sirius have to pay for it?" Harry had a million questions like this with no answers.

A few hours lately, Aunt Petunia had slipped dinner into the cat door. Harry looked at the dinner, got up, and just slid it back through. He went back, and sat on his bed to think some more. "I don't deserve food, I deserve to be with Sirius and my parents, dead", Harry thought. "But I'm not, am I. I have to be the savior of the wizarding world again. Voldemort is back, so it's up to "The Boy Who Lived" again to stop him. Don't they understand that I am just a 15 year old boy? No, because I'm Harry Potter, the future murderer of Lord Voldemort. That all anyone wants from me, to kill him. Nobody wants to be around just Harry. Just look at what happened with Cho, she wanted to be with me only because I was there when Cedric died. And anyone that really loves me ends up dying. Who is next, Lupin, Ron, Hermione, who? But I better write to the Order, since I'm up, to tell them I'm ok."

Harry got over of his bed, when to his desk, and sat down. Since Harry knew Ron and Hermione would be going straight to Number 12 Grimmauld Place, he just wrote one letter to Remus, Ron and Hermione.

Dear Remus, Ron, and Hermione,

Just letting you know I got back to Privet Drive ok. It was very strange, Uncle Vernon didn't say anything to me at all, didn't really busy me around. I think your warning hit him hard. I know what you all are thinking, and no, I don't want to talk about Sirius anytime soon. And yes, it is my fault that he is dead. I don't care what you say, it is my fault. I should have known Voldemort would try to trick me into going there. Like Hermione said though, I have a saving people thing. I will write to you in three days.

Harry

Harry finished the letter, and walked over to Hedwig.

"Here girl, could you deliver this to Grimmauld Place for me?"

Hedwig stuck out her leg, and let Harry tie the parchment to her leg. Once it was tied, she took over out of the window, leaving Harry all alone in his dark room. Harry walked in his bed, and fell asleep quickly.

Harry was in the Department of Mysteries again, watching Sirius fall through the Veil again. This wasn't unlike anyone one of his other dreams since that day two weeks ago. Until the end, when he was teleported to a graveyard that he wasn't familiar with. He walked around the graveyard, looked at the headstones, and to his horror, saw his parents', James and Lily Potter, right in front of him. Next to them, were Cedric Diggory and Sirius Black. But the row didn't stop at those four, there was a line of them. Ronald Weasley, Arthur and Molly Weasley, Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom, Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks, Ginny Weasley, Albus Dumblebore, and the list kept on going.

"Well, well, Potter, I didn't expect a meeting this soon?" Harry instant knew who was right behind him. He wheeled around to see a man with a pale white face, long boney fingers, and blood red eyes.

"What do you want, Voldemort? Why did you bring me here?" Harry asked.

"Simple Potter, I want you dead? But I brought you here because I wanted to show you something?"

"Yeah, what's that, all the people you killed or plan on killing besides me?"

"No, my boy, these people aren't dead because of me Harry. They are dead, because of you. You see Harry, we aren't so different. I have killed many people, and in the end, you will kill many people as well."

"I am nothing like you, Tom."

'We will see Harry, but until we meet again, just remember, your time is running out."

Harry bolted straight up, drenched in sweat, with his scar burning like he has poured salt in it. Harry also had a very sick feeling in his stomach, because Voldemort had a point, people had died because of him. Sirius, his parents, and Cedric all died because of him. But then a thought entered his mind, why would Voldemort want to agree with Harry? Isn't he just trying to kill him? What is he up to?

Harry then received a surprise when he looked out the window to see Pig and Hedwig at in. Harry went over, and let the two owls in. Each of them was carrying two letters, Pig had Ron and Hermione's, and Hedwig had Remus' and a handwriting Harry didn't recognize. Harry read Ron's first.

Oy Harry,

What is this rubbish that this was all your fault, you can't believe that mate? You need to cheer up. Dumbledore said you will be here in two weeks, well, according to Order Members we talked to. I bet Mum had something to do with that. You do need to talk about Sirius sometime, but we won't force you. See you later mate.

Ron

Harry put Ron's letter down, having a sneaking suspicion he was getting advice from Hermione about what to write. He picked up Hermione's next.

Harry,

Please don't say it was your fault. It wasn't at all. You couldn't have done anything different about it. I can't really write long, I need some sleep, and to get Ron to stop pestering Ginny about Dean. It is funny really though, Ginny isn't even going out with him. She just said that to annoy him. I think it was because Ron was suggesting she go out with you. Not that it is bad, but Ginny needed to stop pining for you, if you didn't like her back. Well, I have to go, my parents are coming tomorrow, I will be with them for about a month, then I will be back at Grimmauld Place. They were too busy pick me up, something with the office. And I got to spend a little more time with (scribbled out) Ginny.

Hermione

Harry had a feeling that Hermione had written Ron first, but being shy, crossed it out. Harry had seen that those two fancied each other, but wouldn't admit it. Remus' letter had been along the same lines as the other two. But Harry was picking up the fourth letter, and opened it.

Dear Harry,

I know what Ron, Hermione, and Remus all said it wasn't your fault, and it wasn't. But I also understand where you are coming from. I remember, after the Chamber of Secrets, that I blamed myself too for what happened at school. No matter what people would tell me, I believed it was my fault. But then I finally saw that it wasn't my fault when Hermione said something interesting to me. She said that Voldemort was very good at controlling people's actions. He manipulates fully grown witches and wizards with ease. And when I thought about it, it made sense. I wasn't myself when it was happening, it was him doing it all. And it is true in your case as well. It's all his fault, no matter what you say, ok? If I have to, I will slap it into your head. We all love you Harry, and we just want to help you. I will always be here for you Harry, no matter what? Just open up to us, please, I'm begging you. I will see you in two weeks.

Love,

Ginny

P.S. I'm not going out with Dean, I just did it to piss Ron off. Did you see his face? I'm still laughing at it.

P.S.S. Please don't tell him either.