All Harry potter characters and so forth belong to J.K Rowling and Warner Brothers unfortunately I am neither and never will be.
Might use some content from the books, any content you recognise doesn't nor will ever belong to me.
All warnings are at the beginning of the story and to be used throughout.
We all love Harry Potter and of course this story isn't as amazing but I hope its good enough and you enjoy this next chapter :)
Harry woke up with dread in his stomach, today he was going back to the Dursleys. He felt sad to be leaving his home, Hogwarts for all its faults was the place he had been happiest. Suddenly his thoughts turned dark, he had taken this from Cedric. Cedric who had always been happy, had a good life. Been ripped from his life, all thanks to Voldemort and his own recklessness.
Sometimes he felt like screaming out at Voldemort, asking to bring back everyone he killed. This is what Voldemort does, rip people from their loved ones. It was also something Harry does, something else he had in common with Voldemort.
His packing took up most of the last day. When he got onto the train, he figured that it was weird that he had mostly blanks from the past week. He felt a lot of respect for Fleur Delacure and Victor Krum, they still supported him even though he killed his classmate. He was truly proud that he was in the competition with such noble people, what they had said before he got on the carriages really helped elate his mood.
On the train Hermione explained about Rita Skeeter and to make it better they gave Crabbe, Goyle and Malfoy some awesome hexes. They all just played games on the way back, enjoying the last moments of freedom. It wasn't until they got to platform 9 3/4 that Harry let the dread fill him, he managed to make Fred and George take his Triwizard winnings. This made him feel a bit better, it took the guilt off a bit, he would of never have been able to spend that money.
Soon he was surrounded by most of his favourite people, but blushed when Mrs Weasley hugged him remembering when he was in the hospital wing. But not long after he was following an extremely angry Vernon Dursley. His good mood had completely gone by the time he got in the car.
The ride back to the Dursleys was silent and tense. As soon as Harry got back to the street, he realised they had a new next door neighbor. He could tell that they were different to anyone else on Privet Drive straight away. They had a broken TV in their front garden, a bench where what looked like a couple of chavs were sitting smoking. Their front door was wide open and there was broken glass everywhere. Harry sure hoped they weren't friends with Dudley. He sure has had enough Harry hunting to last him a lifetime.
Vernon scoffed at the residents and dragged Harry into the house. As soon as he got in Petunia screeched for him to take his stuff upstairs and start dinner. As he put his trunk in his room, he guessed he was actually allowed his stuff this year, they obviously were still scared about Sirius. Harry smiled thinking of his godfather. His happiness was soon broken, by Petunia shouting for him to start dinner.
As he was doing dinner he realised he really wanted a fag. As he sat down for dinner, that's all he could think about. He ended up just playing with his food. Vernon noticing this just made a joke about Harry poisoning the food. I wish thought Harry, might as well finish of the whole family, he thought darkly. It was only then he noticed Dudley weren't home. Not much later Petunia mentioned that Dudley was eating round a friends house.
Before long Vernon took Harry's dinner eating it himself, just saying that Harry weren't eating it. Harry just left the table and went upstairs to have a fag. He opened the window and started puffing, he could clearly hear his new neighbors talking. He couldn't hear Dudley with them, which relieved him a bit. They were talking about what was obviously drugs, mud, coke, ecstasy, grass, smileys, nos, acid. He didn't know what drugs they all were but knew most, grass was weed, coke was cocaine, smileys were pills, nos was laughing gas and acid was well acid. He went to bed with different thoughts that night, just wondering what drugs were like and if he would enjoy them.