CHAPTER TWENTY ONE: YEAR FIVE

A/N: I am sorry to everyone who has been waiting for me to update. School has been a huge rollercoaster and I haven't had much time to write. Because you guys have been waiting so long, I am trying to get out two chapters tonight. In the last chapter I left off with Cedric dying and Harry's fight with Voldemort. Because it has been so long, I will give you a little recap on what happened in Harry's fourth year. If you would like a recap of the first three years, you can find it in Chapter Ten. So here's the little recap:

Harry is chosen for the Triwizard Tournament. Draco is quick to support him, while Blaise is a little miffed. Blaise soon gets over his jealousy and is a huge help to Harry throughout the tasks. Harry catches Daphne, his girlfriend, cheating on him with Blaise. He grows angry at Blaise and asks Ginny Weasley out. He soon ditches Weasley, going after Pansy Parkinson. Draco Malfoy grows a liking to Hermione Granger and they share a few moments. During the last task, Harry is confronted by the Dark Lord who kills Cedric Diggory. As Harry goes into his fifth year he feels secluded and alone, many blaming him for the death of Diggory.

So that was a crappy summary… :/ Again I am sorry for the wait. Here are a few shoutouts to those who have supported me even throughout my long break:

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Harry POV

I won't lie; this summer has been the worst one yet. If only I had lost to my desire of winning that bloody cup. Then he would never have died. It would never have come back to life. My best mate would still be sending me letters every few days. After fourth year, I lost everything. Well, everything I still had.

I feel so lost; it seems as if everyone, including me, blames me and my actions for the life of the Golden Prefect, Cedric Diggory. I'm not searching for sympathy or words that are defending my actions; everything that went down did happen. I just...I just wish they went down differently.

And then the darkest wizard of all time had to come back. More importantly, because of me. I wasn't strong enough, I was too weak. So weak that I was easily captured and practically gave out my blood for his resurrection. So weak that I watched the 'ceremony' occur. So weak I let my friend down and the consequence was him!

But as this went on, I noticed something I should've noticed years ago. I had always known Draco's father was one of Voldemort's lackeys, one of the most trusting in fact, but through all the years, I noticed one thing. Draco has never formally introduced his family to me. Sure, I've seen them around here and there, but never have I greeted them and introduced myself. For five years, and this is the first time I had noticed.

I'm starting to wonder if that has anything to do with why I haven't been receiving any mail from the platinum haired teen. Perhaps his father has been influencing my best mate, making him stop communicating with me. Does it have to do with who I am? The Boy Who Lived?

Anyways, enough with the sentimental crap. I looked out the window only to find myself staring at the ever so beautiful rusted bars my caring family had set up. Beyond that, I could only see a pitch black sky, clouded with grey fluff that seemed to be the growing pollution of the nowaday Muggles.

I glanced over at the brown wristwatch that was so worn, the leather was falling apart. My uncle gave that to me, insisting I should know when to wake up for my chores. The slow ticking of the device was sure to turn a wizard mad, but I was used to this treatment. The dirtied glass circle that laid atop of the black markings blocked the time, but if I squinted, I could make out that it was a quarter past five.

I was locked in my room, and I hadn't eaten in at least a week. My aunt and uncle never let me downstairs because they didn't want any of their or Dudley's guests to see me. I groaned, flopping around on my bed, with nothing to do. Suddenly the air around me grew cold and a searing pain hit my forehead. I fell out of my bed, backing up against the door as I looked to my open window.

Dementors. I should have known. My heartbeat increased drastically as the creatures made its way into my room, towering above me. My hands trembled as I grasped my wand, trying to remember the spell Blaise had taught me to defend myself from the creatures. I felt sick to my stomach, not being able to remember the exact phrase.

Giving up hope, I watched the creature approach, ready to say goodbye. Suddenly, before I realized what was happening, my door burst open and somebody shouted, "Expecto Patronum!" With that, my world went black.

Sorry for the short chapter and the cliffhanger, but I promise to update more often. To everyone who is wondering; Sirius Black is Harry's godfather and Harry will join the Order of the Phoenix. As Harry is a Slytherin in this story, a lot may be changed. As you can tell, I changed the dementor scene already. I will be changing a lot, so this is a warning to all of you. If you have any suggestions or ideas that you want included in this year, feel free to review or message me. :)