Title: Traitor of Time
Author: Snappenz
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone at the moment. J.K Rowling is one lucky son-of-a-gun to own these characters.
Author's Note: This is my first H/D fic. Yes, this is an H/D fic. It might not seem like it, but next chapter you'll know that it's going to focus mainly on those two people. ENJOY.
Warning: This contains slash.

Prologue: The beginning.

Letting out a tired and exhausted sigh, he took a seat on the very green yet slightly damp grass. He had a long day and regretted everything that had happened. Why didn't he just ignore what happen? Why didn't he just let Ron walk all over him like he normally does? Well, because Harry was just plain sick and tired of him. He hated the fact that his very own best friend betrayed him and lied to him. He thought he could trust him. Harry was wrong. You can't even trust your best friends anymore.

See, Harry took all summer to gather his thoughts and analyze them. Just to figure out who he was and why he had strange thoughts--particularly about men. He was very confused and didn't know why these thought and dreams were happening. The only way he could figure out, was to experiment with them.

During the last week he spent with the Dursley's, he sort of made "friends" with a boy down the street. Aunt Petunia would only let Robin (let's call the boy "Robin" for that's what his name was) come over to hang out with Dudley. Every now and then, when everyone fell asleep, Harry and Robin would just sit in the living room and tell jokes to each other, making the other laugh.

Two days before Harry was to leave to the Burrow, he and Robin had shared a deep kiss. Harry felt as if his breath were taken away. It was so much better than kissing a girl! He than knew for sure, he had a small crush on Robin; he also discovered his sexuality. Harry thought it was strange at first, than got a little worried. What if he was truly into boys? It wasn't a crime, was it? He knew that most muggles were against homosexuality and wondered if wizards were the same way.

Harry arrived at the Weasley's house, somewhat cheery, but also had deep thoughts that kept reoccurring in his mind. Hermione, who was also there, had a feeling that something was wrong. Ron, however, wouldn't stop asking Harry questions about his summer and what was bothering him so much. One late afternoon, while him and Ron were home alone in the Weasley's kitchen, eating some of Mrs. Weasley's famous cooking, Harry told him everything. How he kissed Robin, how he enjoyed it, and how he knew he didn't exactly "like" girls.

This came to a shock to Ron, at first. He didn't know whether to kick Harry out of his house, or give him a big hug for being honest. But, the next day, everything changed.

Getting onto the Hogwarts express, Hermione wouldn't stop looking at Harry in strange and confused ways. Harry was rather annoyed at this point and wanted to know exactly what was going on. Was she crushing on him? Did Ron tell her? Was something stuck in his teeth?

As Ron sat down next to him, Harry looked in his direction, narrowing his eyebrows, "Did you tell her?"

The compartment was now silenced. The tension was starting to gather and the room was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop. Hermione seemed to be getting rather uncomfortable with the situation.

"Well.." Ron looked down at his feet, looking somewhat guilty.

"Did you?" Harry was beginning to grow angry. He told Ron to never tell a soul. He just had to do the exact opposite.

"Yes. But she won't tell anyone!" Ron quickly added.

"I don't care! You told her anyway when I told you not to!" Harry stood up, giving Ron a very heinous and angry glare. How could he do this to Harry?

"Quit putting me in these positions! I'm sick of you going ape on me for stupid reasons!"

Harry scowled, "You asked me what was wrong, I don't put you in these positions! YOU DO IT YOURSELF!"

"I'm sick of you coming to me with your problems!"

At this point, they were both breathing harshly, staring each other down. Harry hated Ron so much right now! He wanted to choke him to death right then and there. How dare he say that! Ron asked Harry what was wrong! He didn't go to Ron with his problems!

"You know what then? Fuck you. I'm sick of you acting so fucking superior to me just because you think everyone likes you more! I thought I could trust you! Quit trying to make this seem like it's my fault, you shouldn't have told Hermione in the first place." With that said, Harry stormed out of the compartment, leaving a very red-faced Ron behind. He was practically steaming from the ears.

That leaves us here. Harry had arrived at Hogwarts a day ago and was sitting on the grass, admiring the sun that was awfully low in the sky. He was still very pissed, but didn't want to forgive Ron. 'What an arsehole.' Harry thought bitterly to himself. He was so sick of Ron's bullshit. He started acting so much different at the end of 5th year. Seamus and Dean started making fun of Harry behind his back. Ron began to join in too. He(as in Ron) always strutted through the halls like he owned the damn place.

Sorry it was so short. But hey, it was just the prologue. I appreciate reviews and feedback! Please no flaming.