What's going to happen next in the drama of Harry's life you ask? Well you'll have to read on to find out. R&R!

You know Rowling owns it all, do I have to keep saying it! scowls hehe

By the time he woke the following day it was already bright outside. He glanced at his clock and saw it was 11am. Ron would be at training now. Harry opened the window of his room to cool it down. He grabbed a towel and headed to the bathroom. He shed the night before's clothes and dumped them in a heap on the floor. He stepped into the shower, the water at a blistering temperature. He stayed under the water for what seemed like an eternity, part of him hoping he'd drown in the falling droplets. To him they were like droplets of his anger, he let them seep out. When he eventually stepped out of the shower he felt no better than when he went in, he just felt more awake and remembered more of his problems. He dried his body off and tied the towel around his waist. He padded out of the bathroom and down the hallway to his room. The sight he saw when he entered was one that completely shocked him.

His floor and bed were covered in letters, and by the look of it some howlers. There were flowers, stink bombs and lots of other things, every one more creative than the last. Harry's face went pale at the sight and smell. He quickly grabbed his wand from his dresser and performed a cleaning spell before running from the room, slamming the door behind him. He rushed into the living room of the apartment, and started pacing.

"Why did this have to happen to me? This is just my luck!" He muttered to himself. Suddenly there was a flash and Harry spun quickly to see a wizard with a camera outside the window. That wizard had just got a picture of him pacing, in just a towel. He's eyes went wide in shock before they narrowed, all his anger towards Clare was going to be relieved, now. Harry raced over and yanked open the window.

"What are you playing at? Ever heard of privacy? You have no place to be here!" He roared at the photographer, who went pale and mumbled something as his broom slowly descended towards the ground. Harry watched the man's broom to the ground, but he couldn't reach the ground. The whole area outside of the building was covered in witches and wizards, all reporters by the look of it. As soon as they saw Harry they started yelling up to him, asking for comments and interviews. Harry groaned and slammed the window closed. This was not a good start to his day. He walked over to the coffee table and picked up his muggle organiser, Ron thought it was stupid but he liked knowing where he was going being written down all in one place. He thumbed through the pages until he reached that week; he was totally free for three days now. Time to re-cooperate the publicist had told him, maybe start writing a book or something. To which Harry laughed, he was not going to write a book, not yet anyway. His life had just started as far as he was concerned, and everyone already knew what had happened so far in his life anyway. He sighed as he chucked the organiser back down on the table and collapsed onto the sofa.

Harry closed his eyes and rested his head against the back of the sofa, he let his mind wander away from his troubles. Back to a time when his biggest worry was Voldemort, someone who seemed a lot easier to handle than his current problems.

Flashback

Harry was sat in the Gryffindor common room, it just before curfew and lots of people were just coming into the common room so they wouldn't get caught out after hours. As he looked around the room he saw his best friend Ron sat playing chess against Seamus, who was intent on beating his friend and had been practising for weeks. He chuckled and continued looking around the room. He saw Hermione's bushy head crouched over a table, as far away from the noise of the common room as possible. Obviously studying for her NEWT's again like she did regularly, even though there were still a good few months to go till the exams. A giggle of incessant laughter could be heard entering the room and Harry turned to see who it was. He saw Ginny and some of her sixth year friends entered the room. Suddenly she turned and smiled at him, he smiled back, feeling himself blush. She excused herself from her friends and went to sit with him.

"You look a bit lonely. Where are Hermione and that dear brother of mine?" She joked, a twinkle in her eyes.

"Ron is beating Seamus at chess, for about the sixth time this year. And Hermione is studying, for the NEWT's, again." Harry said, as though both things were the most obvious thing in the world. Ginny glanced at both of them before turning back to Harry.

End of flashback

Harry remembered that night, they had sat talking for a while more before Ron joined them, dragging Hermione with him. The four of them sat up late talking about trivial teenage things. Nights like that had been one a few rare escapes for him, escapes from the truth of what one day he would have to do. The only other outlet he really had was Quidditch, and even that was taken away from him to a certain extent. He was always watched, he felt like a naughty child or some sort of psychopath who would do something crazy if not watched all the time.

Aww poor Harry, reminiscing over times gone by..