I don't own anything from the Rowling world…I'm just having fun. Sorry for the long delay.

A future painted in pink

Harry was very surprised as he woke up on the last day of the winter holiday, where had all the free time gone. The other students had already begun to arrive back when Harry finally decided to exit the dormitory. Oliver Wood had gone into denial after being told about Harry's new Firebolt, by a sad looking Ron. He had vowed to get the broom back from McGonagall's hands in no time. He had then later on returned with a confused face, saying that their Head of House was being unreasonable. If Harry thought that his generous, escaped convict, godfather was a good person then who were they to take away the best broom ever made? After screaming the last,Wood had looked absolutely scandalised as Harry only shrugged his shoulders, he of course didn't know that Harry was sure of getting the broom back before their next game. The day had passed agonisingly slow from then on and Harry had avoided Wood for the rest of the day after getting a long lecture in the importance of having good brooms in Quidditch.

The next day classes resumed again, to early in Harry and Ron's opinion. Ron had made a remark at breakfast time about the holiday being to short, Hermione who sat with a book open behind her bowl of porridge had given him a look and exclaimed that the holidays should be shortened down to at least half the time.

After eating their breakfast in relative peace, they walked down to Hagrid's for a double lesson outside. Since it was a dull and chilly morning, most of the student grumbled on their way down, but they all perked up after seeing the great fire Hagrid had lighted up. It was hard to say if it was the salamanders crawling inside the fire or the students huddled around it that enjoyed the fire the most. Harry, who had enjoyed the Care of Magical creatures' lesson, sulked all the way up to Professor Trelawney's class. Ron was smirking after Hermione made a comment about Harry being the teachers pet. Harry did not appreciate the joke.

"Ah, Harry my little pet." Harry pushed away the urge to scream and kick, as Trelawney patted his head, smiling at her favourite student. "Have you had any more sightings with your inner eye since the one on Christmas?" asked Trelawney in a loud voice getting the whole class attention. Harry glared at her. "You had a prediction." Parvati asked in a sulking voice, she had been treating him badly every since divination classes had started. Nothing she did seemed to get the teachers attention whenever Harry was near. Ron who was seated next to Harry went pale. "Yes, Harry the brave boy, predicted the future death of a close friend." Trelawney paused for a good effect and then turned towards Ron with a sad sigh shaking her head.

"Stupid hag." Harry spat, he was furious, Trelawney had devoted the entire lesson to death omens asking for Harry's opinion on most, turning Ron into a nervous wreck. "You're not going to die." Harry exclaimed for the tenth time looking at Ron who was walking with his head bowed down. "But…" Ron stuttered finally looking up. "No! And that's that! No more talk about it." Harry dragged them down towards the Great Hall for lunch, Ron made Hermione very worried after exclaiming that he really wasn't that hungry.

"I have come to pay my respect Weasel! I heard that you're about to drop down dead, it'll be good for your family. You know, more money to buy proper clothes to the rest of the ten children." Ron growled and Hermione took a good hold of his arm to stop him from whacking the blond boy right there in front of the teachers.

"Oh don't you even get me started on your future." Harry snapped pushing past a surprised Malfoy to get to the Gryffindor table. He was not in the mood for Malfoy after having a class of divination from hell. The blond boys face lost some colour and he backed away confused.

"What are you talking about Potter!" he yelled after Harry. "I said, don't get me started on your future. It's not painted in pink you know." Harry yelled back taking a seat next to Neville. Malfoy made it over to the table with a scowl making Neville scoot away from Harry quickly.

"You had better tell me what you know." Malfoy demanded in a commanding voice. Harry just ignored him and started to load food onto his plate.

"I want to know. Tell me!" Malfoy screamed in a shrill voice and stomped his foot down hard on the floor, making the hall hush down. He blushed at all the stares he was receiving and gave Harry one last disgusted look. He turned on his heal and proceeded to stalk over to the Slytherin table. The Slytherin's all huddled close to him wanting to know what the fuss was about.

"That was great mate." A smiling Ron exclaimed, loading food ontohis plate. Hermione who had been dreading Ron's reaction seemed to take a breath of relief at the sight of food in front of him. She turned with a thoughtful look towards a scowling Harry. Trelawney was seated up at the teacher's table waving at him.

"Do you really know what's inMalfoy's future?" Hermione asked when Harry turned his eyes away from the terrible sight at the high table. Harry shrugged and continued on with his meal.

"I mean did you see his face?" Ron mumbled under his breath happily in between bites, he seemed to have forgotten all about his own looming future. Hermione sighed between them in defeat. After lunch, they had an uninteresting DaDa lesson much to Harry's delight.

A week after the new term had started it was time for the Quidditch game between Slytherin and Ravenclaw. Slytherin crushed Ravenclaw much to the other teams displeasure, which led to Malfoy strutting about the castle with his head held high.

January passed quickly and soon February was upon them. Harry, who had received the Firebolt back from McGonagall's clutches at the end of January, had given Ron his old Nimbus. Ron had only accepted it after Harry mentioned about giving it to Ginny if Ron didn't want it. Harry didn't think he'd ever seen Ron sporting such a big smile as at the moment of holding the nimbus. Ginny on the other hand had sent them glares and Harry was starting to regret using Ginny to get Ron to accept the broom. Another downside to giving him the broom was that Ron now dragged Harry out onto the Quidditch pitch as soon as they were out of classes, much to Woods delight. Oliver was already discussing about hiring Ron to be Harry's privet coach, they could be seen having indebt talks on different Quidditch strategies. Overall, Harry tried to stay out of it as much as he could even though he loved flying. He had taken to escape to the library again, much to Hermione's pleasure.

One night after a Quidditch practise, when Ron and Harry were making their way back up to Gryffindor tower, they found Neville outside the portrait begging to get in. "I wrote them all down, but I lost them, please let me in." Harry felt a big smile blossom out on his face, finally things were moving on. "Yes. Well done Neville." Ron and a very surprised looking Neville turned to look at Harry as if he'd gone mad. Sir Cadogan looked puzzled and disappointed. "Good even, young sir. You know of this loon, who is trying to force entry to the glorious chamber within?" Harry nodded still smiling like mad. "You alright mate?" Ron asked worriedly as they entered the common room. "Yeah. Do you think you could drop of my broom on my bed?" Harry asked holding out his broom to a smiling Ron. "Sure mate, I'll be right down." whilst Ron took his time to carry their brooms towards the stairs, with many envious onlookers, Harry got seated next to a hard working Hermione.

"What's happening Harry?" Hermione asked after casting a look on Harry's face. "What?" Harry asked absentmindly trying to keep an eye on the stairs. "That look on your face." she explained, putting down her Arithmancy book on the table. "Oh, nothing" he mumbled. Hermione who had been on the verge of opening her mouth to disagree quickly turned in her seat, as a strangled yell echoed from the boy's staircase. Harry leaned forward in his seat with his eyes locked on the stairs. Ron soon came running down carrying his bed sheet.

"LOOK!" he screamed at Hermione, red in the face. "LOOK!" he practically threw the sheet on the surprised girl. "Ron…I what?" she stuttered. He pointed out something red and Hermione gasped. "BLOOD!" Ron yelled making Hermione's eyes tear up. "I…I don't know what to say, Ron." But Ron wasn't listening to her, he was slowly turning towards a suddenly nervous looking Harry.

"You knew!" he hissed. Harry swallowed hard, Ron was looking very intimidating at the moment. "Um…now see here Ron…" However, Ron wasn't listening anymore to Harry's ramble than he had to Hermione's, he got seated still holding the sheet in one hand. "Let me think." He whispered putting the other hand up to cover his eyes. "You said I would loose a friend but gain another, right?" Ron asked after awhile. Harry slowly nodded and jumped when Ron quickly moved closer.

"So what is it? An owl?" Harry looked confused until he realised that Ron was talking about a new pet. "Erm…" Harry was unsure of what to say. "Ronald Weasley! You can not be serious, you've just lost your pet and…and now you're…" Ron shook his head at her. "He was getting old anyway." Ron said calmly. Harry couldn't help snorting quietly, this is not how he remembered it.

"Well let's hope that poor Crockshank doesn't get sick, Merlin knows what sicknesses that Rat could have been carrying. He was after all Percy's first." Fred or was it George exclaimed from behind Harry, making Ron crack up in laughter, after making sure that the mentioned Head Prefect wasn't around. Harry was astounded at the difference in reaction Ron was displaying. Hermione just looked disgusted and a little worried at the joke. Harry patted her hand. "Crookshank isn't going to get sick or anything." He said to her making her sniff and pick up her book again. The twins and Ron howled in laughter, Fred even falling down on the floor.