Ok this is my first FF so…yeah! As you know all characters belong to J.K. Rowling and all rights belong to her. I'm just using them to make my own story.

This is going to take place after their sixth year and during their seventh year. Harry has broken up with Ginny but still loves her. Ron and Hermione are still trying to push past the awkward stage and realize they like each other. This is going to be switching to different characters but it will mostly be Harry’s point of view.

I’m ok with criticism, so if I’m doing something wrong tell me! I would really like to improve, so any advice would be welcomed. Ok here goes chapter 1.

Chapter 1


Harry sat gloomily on his bed, clutching a letter in his hand. It was a letter from his best friend, Ron, asking him to come stay at the Burrow for the rest of the holiday. He had replied right away, saying he would be over tomorrow. Tomorrow was his birthday and he’d be of age. The magic that protected him at the Dursley’s would be lifted and he would never have to step a foot in this house again.

Harry sighed as he got up from his bed to continue packing. He hadn’t seen Ginny since he had broken up with her and was hoping nothing would be awkward between them. He still had strong feelings for her, but he was afraid for her. If something were to happen to her, it would be all his fault.

Voldermort was still at large. Every day more and more disappearances and killings were reported in the Daily Prophet. Harry had subscribed to the newspaper, to keep track of what was going on with the wizardly world. He also wanted to know if there were any signs of Voldermort anywhere, or if he was caught yet. So far…nothing.
Getting down on his hands and knees, he made sure there was nothing under his bed. Moving his hand around, he felt it hit against something smooth and slick. He took hold of it and pulled it out.

It was the photo album Hagrid had given him in his first year. He leaned against the side of his bed and propped the album against his knees. There were a lot more pictures inside it now than when Hagrid had first given it to him. He flipped through the pages watching himself, Ron, and Hermione growing up before his eyes.

Ron, always taller than him and Hermione, had been growing into a young man. His hair was still flaming red, but it was growing long and silky, and by the end of their sixth year, it was hanging all in his eyes. Freckles, that used to make him look very childish, were starting to blend in with the color of his skin. His hazel eyes seemed to sparkle whenever he looked at Hermione.

Hermione seemed to have changed more than the two boys. She had always had a lot of big, bushy, brown hair. It used to make her face look smaller than it really was because there was so much of it. But by the end of their sixth year, her hair was calming down. They made beautiful curls that reached just below her shoulders. She had also grown nicely into her body. She stood up much straighter and always had her head held high. Her strong posture was because she was the toughest one between the three. She may not have the physical strength that Harry and Ron had, but she was what kept them going when all was lost.

Harry flipped back to the pictures of himself in his first year. He was a scrawny little boy, with messed up hair. Flicking ahead, he noticed he had a lot of dark circles underneath his eyes while he was in his fifth year. He didn’t sleep that great through that year and didn’t have so many great memories either. Harry didn’t really see a difference from his first year self and now, but he had changed tremendously. He now had an athlete built and no longer looked little. His jet black hair still did what ever it wanted, but it suited him. The most noticeable thing about him, though, was his deep emerald eyes. Behind the wisdom and caring, there was great sorrow. For his parents, his godfather, and now Dumbledore. All gone in a flash.

Flipping the page over he felt his heart brake. He had stopped on his mom and dad’s wedding picture. They were both looking into each other’s eyes lovingly. Every once in a while they would turn their heads to the best man and laugh merrily. Sirius Black, his godfather, was all smiles for the newly married couple, chuckling happily with them.

Harry slammed the book shut. They should be here, with him, laughing. But they were gone. Leaving Harry feel entirely alone.


Ok that was the first chapter. I hoped you all liked it. Please comment and tell me what you think.

*Steph*

Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43