Diary of Harry Potter

I went back to Hogwarts. I don't even really know why, but I did, I went back. In the last hours I had convinced myself of my decision to flee to Diagon Alley clean out my Gringotts account and then go find a nice quite place to live some where in muggle London. But the more I thought about it, the more I thought about leaving everyone in the wizarding world to the hands of Voldemort I knew that Malfoy was right, I couldn't just leave. This is as much my fight as it is anyone elses. There are thousands of innocent people out there who do not deserve to die because one wizard can't get over his own blood line.

I returned at night , the snow was thick and it took me a long time and when I reached the castle everyone was at dinner. I hadn't planned on making a scene about my return but I guess it was fitting since that was sort of how I had left it. Let the Slytherins go and tell their parents that the battle isn't over yet and that I am not going to fall so easily.

After my scene in the Great Hall where I made a fine show of my hand magic pulling my wand from Dumbldores pocket, I went to the Gryffindor tower, I wasn't quite sure what kind of if any welcoming I would get and I expected my other room mates to ask me to leave so I went about packing up my trunk.
I was about half way finished putting my clothes away when Neville, Seamus, Ginny, Justin, Dennis and Colin all burst in to the dorm room. I was so startled that I jumped back from them and nearly grabbed my wand.

"What do you think you are doing?" Ginny yelled at me throwing her hands up and stepping closer to me.

"You're not leaving again are you Harry? " Neville asked quietly with wide eyes.
"Well…I just…figured it would be best if I moved out. I figured you wouldn't want me here anymore…"
"Why would you think –"

"No way!"

"You can't—"

Everyone seemed to speak at once.

"Harry.." Neville said firmly , surprising everyone enough into silence and we all looked at him. "No one asked us to be your friends. And nothing is going to make us stop being your friends. We want to help you, we are still the DA." He said with feeling. I looked around at all of them too shocked for words and they all nodded in agreement with Neville smiled at me and I felt my face flush as tears stung my eyes.
I nodded to them all and Ginny cheered and rushed to give me a hug, I flushed a bit but smiled gratefully.
After I composed my self a bit I sat on my bed and the others either stood or sat around the room.
"I really appreciate it, all of you…but I really do think it is better if I move out of the dorm at least into a private room.." Seamus made a noise to protest, "I just think it is safer for all of us." I said with a nod to him.
"Harry…" Neville started, " We are not going to let you fight this alone…no listen to me…" he said for I had started to interrupt her, "we are a team, be damned what that prophecy said, we are your friends and this is not just your fight." Ginny nodded beside her on his bed.

"He's right." Ginny whispered looking far away for a minute then looking back at me with a fierce expression.
After a minute of looking around at everyone in the room I finally sighed, "We have a lot of work to do." This time everyone cheered and I smiled brightly.

"What about …um…Hermione and…" Seamus started but everyone else turned and glared at him as if he had just muttered a curse word.
"I don't know…"I said looking down, "Anyone is welcome I guess." I honestly hadn't worked out my feelings about either of my ex friends.

"The rest of the DA is with you, Harry…we've talked to everyone, Luna, Hanna, Earnie…they all still want to learn from you."
I could only nodd in response this was too much to take in all at once. How could I have been about to leave this place forever, how had I forgotten that there were people other than Ron and Hermione who cared about me and wanted to help me. Now there really is a lot of work to do. There are things that Dumbledore didn't want me teaching the others, but now there is no stopping me, I can show them as much as I can before time runs out. I can only hope they all truly understand the sacrifice they could potentially make in the end, but with everyone's personal history I think they each have their own reasons for fighting against Voldemort.

Diary of Harry Potter

Time drags on when you have alot of it on your hands. It's been a week since I have returned to Gryffindor and my days have started to follow a pattern. I get up practice or study, make lessons for the D.A, go to potions, and study more. Though my sprits are lifed by the reforming of the group air is still thick with tension. I am still not speaking with Ron or Hermione, despite their efforts. Funny how only three weeks ago it was them who was not speaking to me. Ha, how things change. I still don't know if I shall ever forgive them , and even if I do, I know things will never be the same between us.

Even though she says she has, I don't think Hermione will ever truly forgive me for what happened to her during the summer. And I don't think Ron will ever either. Perhaps they have and I am just being to cynical to think that they are still only doing what Dumbledore asked them to do six years ago. But how can I know?

Tonight, oh tonight. I couldn't sleep, I can never sleep anymore. And I wondered around the corridors in my invisibility cloak, not that any prefect would actually try and force me back to bed.

Thanks to the Prophet detailing how I am the only person who can save the world I am viewed as an entirely different level of student. They all know everything about me, yet none of them know me at all.

Finally I walked into an empty class room, removed the cloak and sat, savoring the silence of the night. Then, as I do many nights, I prayed. Not to any god in particular , I just prayed. That everything would work out, that no one would get hurt, and that this was all just a bad dream and I was still 11 living in the cubbord under the stairs.

Lost in my thoughts I didn't hear the footsteps at first, but I sensed an anxious magical force heading in my direction. By the time I had opened my eyes she was standing in front of me, shoulder length red hair highlighted in the moons light from the window.

I opened my mouth to speak but she placed a finger over my lips to silence me. I didn't know what she was doing following me, but a large part of me didn't care as I stared into her almond shaped eyes that were filled with an emotion I couldn't recognize.

Slowly, as if slightly frightened, she brought her hands to the front of her blouse and pulled it free of her skirt and pulled it over her head revealing her bare torso, chest, and white bra. I felt my jaw drop a bit as I watched her.

"Ginny what?" she cut me off by pushing her lips against mine, her tonge moving between my already parted lips and exploring my mouth. I don't really know what came over me, I had never really been attracted to Ginny, mainly because she was my best friends sister. But now, as she pulled her bra to join her blouse on the floor and stood back for my observation I felt a hunger that I had never known rising inside me.

My eyes couldn't help but move over her petite form. Merlin, when did she grow up? Her red hair hanging over her shoulders shaded each swelling bud of her nipples perfectly and I nearly moaned right then at the vision of her before me.

Very carefully she moved closer to me, never taking her eyes from my own, and placing one knee on each side of my hips, straddled me and put her hands on my shoulders. Her school skirt rose around her and I could feel her crotch against my own.

"Harry….Please…" her soft voice was full of her desire and I blinked at her once or twice, surprised by her directness when she had once been so shy. "You need this…and I need this." She whispered, her lips coming so close to mine I could feel her breath on them. As if to make an example of me she pushed her hips forward and rubbed her crotch against my member. A very light moan escaped my lips, realizing how hard I was and how heated my skin felt.

She leaned back a bit, a seductive smile over her lips, and reached for my hands with hers then guided them up to rest on her cleavage. Just the memory of the soft warm flesh and hard little nipples under my hands makes me shudder. Very inexperienced I froze, but she was patient and with her hands showed me what she liked. When my attentions caused a light gasp and moan to come from her I thought I would explode right then. Just the knowledge that my touch was pleasing to her made the heated fire of desire rage through out my body.

As if sensing my distress she pushed my hands away, moving her lips back to mine in a deep, hot wet kiss. So lost in the kiss was I that I didn't even notice her unzipping my pants until she had wrapped her hand around my manhood with a firm grip and freed me from my pants. I broke the kiss with a loud groan. Having never been touched other than by my own hand my member lept in response as she stroked me.

Again and again she brought me close to the edge and then stoped, slowly teasing and driving me mad with frustrated lust. I was gasping for breath by the time she stopped her stroking and sat up on her knees a bit, moving her own hand under her skirt. I wasn't quite sure what she was doing but as she leaned forward and gripped my member again she guided me to a deliciously burning hot wetness that surrounded and gripped around my rigid sex as she sat back down.

We gasped at the exact time, her chest crushing against mine as she allowed her body to adjust. The hot wet satin of her insides tightened around me in a pulsing manner and when she lifted back off of me and then back down again, letting her body stroke me, I nearly went over the edge. But this was far too sweet to let it end now and I resisted the urge. Slowly she moved her body up and down, at times grinding down hard onto my sex which caused her to gasp and moan in delight.

With time she started picking up speed , my hands moved to her hips moving with her, at times even pushing my hips back against hers. The center of her sex began getting more and more soaked with her honeyed juices as she began moaning non stop. Her speed now very fast and I guided her down harder each time, seeing as how she enjoyed it. Her head fell back, her hair whipping down her back and shoulders, and as she screamed my name in absolute excasty I exploded with in her, falling deep into the orgasm as her body continued to move, though much slower.

Finally she stopped and just clung to me. We remained that way for a very long time until finally she pushed back and smiled at me, giving me a sweet kiss before slipping off of my lap.

As she dressed and asked me not to tell her brother, which I couldn't do any way since I wasn't speaking with him, I could have sworn I saw the flickering light of an aura run out of the room, but I might have just been dreaming it.