Harry Potter 16 years old with the weight of the world on his shoulders was wandering around the castle. It was late well past midnight and though Harry was tired and sore and... well he didn't quite know what he was thinking, he was thinking about his life and how he wished that he could just end it, stop the pain that was his existence, no one would really miss him sure his friends may grieve for a little while but they would have each other and he see his parents and Sirius again, he could be free from the weight of the world, but of course been who he was that was not an option. No he decided not to end it all, because he couldn't be that selfish to leave everyone at the mercy of the dark tosser.
He couldn't let him win, because he was the only one that could defeat him for it was prophesized that he had to be the one to defeat Voldemort. If he ended it then the Dark Tosser would win resulting in the end of the world as it was known. He especially couldn't for if he was to end it his friends and the people he liked and most possible loved (he just wouldn't never admit to it because everyone he loved seemed to die) would be hurt, more likely killed and he could not allow that to happen.
What started this depressive downward spiral was the fact that he was having a bad day. First he had over slept and missed breakfast resulting in his best friend Ronald Weasley missing breakfast as well though why it was his job to make sure Ron was up on time he had no idea. As a result of missing breakfast Ron was constantly whinging to Harry and his other best friend Hermione Granger about how hungry all morning during class, and we all know that a Weasley cannot miss a meal or they shall become severally annoying and pick fights with everyone insight, causing Hermione (his main victim and secret love of his life) to crack it at him and refusing to talk or help either of them with their work as everyone knows that if she helped Harry then, Harry will then help Ron. So Harry then had to listen to Ron moan on about how not only that his hungry but also about how short tempered Hermione is and how this just somehow proves that Mione is still in love with Victor Krum. Harry had no idea how he reached that conclusion but he did.
To add to his great day he had double potions in the morning whiched forced him to have to listen to Slugghorn go on and on about his latest gathering and how it was such a shame that Harry couldn't make it "where they had had such a lovely time is that right Miss Granger" which resulted in Ron sulking more than ever, meaning that the only talking he was doing was under his breath, Harry thought he heard "bloody beautiful, long legs, not good enough for my Mione, bloody Krum" and when Slugghorn wasn't going on about his little gatherings he was comparing Harry to his parents and how much of a privilege it was to teach them especially Lily one of his all time favourites, didn't he know. Which just put Harry in a dark mood because he unlike the pompous self- indulging prat didn't know he parents were killed before he could remember and the only memory he can clearly remember them in is the one where they were killed.
Harry's afternoon did not even remotely improve for he had double defence against the dark arts. While this was usually his best and favourite subject, this year Snape had become the professor. While Snape had always seemed to hate Harry he seemed even more vindictive this year than usual, meaning that by the end of the lesson Harry would end up with either a detention or bruise all over his body from been Snape's practise dummy generally it was both, and always without fail he would somehow lose at least 30 points for Gryffindor once for something as ridiculous as scratching his nose the wrong way
Harry thought once classes were over his day may start to improve but he was wrong. The one thing that he thought might improve his day was Quidditch practice, and while it was the highlight of his day it turned out to be his most painful practise of the year.
The team he had assembled this year was fantastic, a little rough around the edges but they were improving every practise and it looked like by the time the quidditch finals came around they could pose a very high threat to the other houses in fact Harry was of the opinion that the other houses didn't stand a chance. Especially his chasers he had been a bit concerned that with the loss of Katie (who had been taken out by a cursed necklace) would affect their chance of winning.
While his remaining two chasers Ginny Weasley and Demelza Robins were excellent players, he was worried what throwing another player Dean Thomas would do to the mix. It didn't look like it was going to work they weren't as flawless as the 3 girls but after a couple of run and Ginny (who was Dean's girlfriend) having a word to Dean they seemed to come together and get a few shots past the goals. Which Harry thought would be good enough for the game to come.
While practise with his team had been the best part of Harry's day it was not without incident or pain. By the time practise was over he was in pain. He had been distracted by watching the chasers run their drills and paid the price by hit in the shoulder by a bludger. Ok maybe to start off he was distracted by the chasers and their playing but it soon turned into been distracted by a chaser. Harry couldn't stop watching her as she flew around calling out orders to the other two chasers and the way her hair glittered in the sun light or how she would do a turn in the air every time she scored a goal, so really it was her fault she had a sore shoulder.
Actually it was her fault he was now wandering the castle late at night by himself he needed to think, between watching her at practise and walking in on her and her boyfriend Dean snogging in a deserted corridor his mind was in turmoil and that is why Harry didn't hear the little voice screaming at him from behind till he found a little red missile hugging his feet and babbling on about how she's cold and tired.
Harry was confused as to why this little red thing that he then identified as a little girl was calling him daddy so he thought he should as "who are you" and "do I know you?"Which he immediately regretted as she busted into tears saying "don't you recognise me daddy?"