Disclaimer: I do not own Harry potter® it belongs to J.K. Rowling, this disclaimer is for the entire story, so the chapters following this one.
I only own, this PC and my half eaten bag of chips (or Crisps)
Hey guys, this is officially my first-ever fanfiction, I hope it's allright and I hope you enjoy it xD
PS: this is the rewrite of this chapter (June 2nd 2012)
Word-count: 1.634 words
Harry had just walked out of detention, with Snape.
God he was such a git! It wasn't like he had a bad day once-in-a-while, it was like this. Every. Single. Time.
He was sick of it, and Sirius-oh, Sirius.
Merlin, he missed him.
He was his pillar, he leaned on him, and now that pillar had crumbled to dust and Harry was caving in. It was amazing that his friends had held him up so far, but with the summer vacation approaching, and the Dursleys, well, he hoped he could make it.
By now he was wandering aimlessly around the castle, feeling sorry for himself and wallowing in despair. He found himself up in the Astronomy tower by then. Nobody came there on Wednesday, since there weren't any Astronomy lessons that night.
It was a perfect location for tranquility, peace and of course, wallowing. Harry had always liked stars; he was staring at them right now, unseeingly until he saw the dog-star, Sirius.
Well, that kind of fit right in didn't it?
He was about to 1: drift off to sleep or 2: Get up and go to Gryffindor Tower when he heard footsteps. His first thought was, "Oh shit, it's going to be Snape isn't it?"
He didn't really feel like getting another detention so he quickly threw his invisibility cloak over him.
In the end it was just Hermione… Wait, Hermione? He was about to ask her what she was doing in the Astronomy tower when he saw something shiny glinting of the moonlight around her neck; he recognized it immediately, a time-turner.
He was a bit confused by this, but shrugged it off as her probably trying to get some more hours of studying in. 'She probably chose the Astronomy tower so that she wouldn't bump into herself.' Harry thought.
He was about to take off his cloak when he heard a howl down from the forest.
He saw a grim-like dog running through the trees of the Forbidden Forest, but he was sure it wasn't Sirius; this one was too light a colour and when he double checked he realized it was just a dog.
He was just going to turn back to Hermione and resume taking off his cloak and reveal himself when he noticed that she must've gone.
She must've dropped her time-turner because it was lying on the floor and the clasp was broken.
He was running towards the Gryffindor tower to give her her time-turner back when he saw her, (he stopped running and began walking again, evening out his breath.) She was surreptitiously looking around.
Harry passed this off as her trying not to bump into a teacher or her other self (from the time-turner) when he saw she was heading towards the entrance hall instead of Gryffindor tower.
He felt the nagging tug of curiosity and decided on a whim that he would keep his cloak on. (he felt he was doing this so that if she got caught he wouldn't be either, it was of no use if he got caught too.)
He felt kind of guilty by not telling her where he was but was too intrigued to really think about what he was doing.
She ran into the forbidden forest, which got Harry pretty confused because it was strictly forbidden to enter the forbidden forest and Hermione was such a goody two-shoes.
He sneaked in as well and just barely saw her white sneakers through the thick trees.
He followed her and decided to put a silencing charm on his feet since he was making such a ruckus with all the branches and underbrush beneath his shoes.
At one point she actually did turn around, he held his breath and heard her mumble something about squirrels under her breath. When they passed a little stream, he felt the ripple of the wards as they exited them.
He followed her further into the dark forest till he saw her stop by a little fire; he saw a dark silhouette of another person, a male person.
The way he held himself made Harry feel as if he was familiar with this male stranger, as he got closer he recognized him.
It was Ron. 'What in the hell are they doing?' He thought in his mind.
"Ron, thank god you're here, where's Harry?" Harry could just make out the words from where he stood.
"He wasn't in the tower when I was there, I checked his bed and everything."
"What do you mean he's not in bed!"
She was still whispering but her voice cracked a little in her speech meaning she was trying not to yell, unsuccessfully.
"Maybe he went to the kitchens after his detention?" Ron suggested.
"No, you're just about the only person who goes to the kitchens at night Ronald, but you might be right." She whispered.
'Are they talking about me?' Harry thought.
"Are you sure we should be doing this?" Ron questioned uneasily.
"We were going to execute our mission tonight Ron, don't chicken out now." She whispered harshly in a reprimanding tone Harry and Ron were only too familiar with.
"We got our orders to bring him here!" She looked disapprovingly at Ron.
Ron cringed and Harry would have but he was too busy trying to figure out what they were on about.
He thought it a little unfair though, they were on a mission, while he hadn't been notified and obviously wasn't part of it, he was annoyed. He had to go through all this shit and they just kept him out of a mission?
"Dumbledore's orders right? Get him captured by Death eaters and make him give up his life to Voldemort, it really isn't that hard Ron."
"I know, I know but what can I do about it? Harry wasn't in bed and I wanted to do this next year."
What? This was an outrage! Harry was furious. How could they do this to him, they were his friends!
"Dumbledore warned us not to get emotionally attached in our first year. He chose us, remember? Dumbledore told us it was tonight, not next year." Hermione said
So their friendship was fake, Harry knew he shouldn't be surprised after everything he had heard but this cut him so deep. These people had betrayed him. His pillars collapsed, he felt desolate. Everything was caving in and Harry was feeling an inner rage.
Ron was grumbling about how he wasn't emotionally attached when Harry decided to reveal himself.
"Granger, Weasley." He said coldly.
Hermione yelped in shock and turned around to face him, as she saw him her shocked expression slowly morphed into a smirk. An expression Harry wouldn't have even been able to imagine seeing on his ex-best friends' face 20 minutes before.
"Hey mate, fancy seeing you here!" Ron said sarcastically. "Well, I've decided that I do agree with you Hermione. He certainly does need to be turned in tonight. "
Ron's voice sounded so nasty, it crumpled his composure.
"You-you both betrayed me, right from the start."
Harry stuttered out his shock.
"So Harry, finally figured us out, have you?"
Harry had a bit of a deja-vu, this reminded him so much of his first year with his confrontation with Quirrel.
"The Sorting hat actually did want to put me in Ravenclaw to begin with and it said I had the cunning of a Slytherin, but Dumbledore and I persuaded it to change its mind." Hermione said all the while smirking victoriously.
"A pity, I thought we might've been able to do this mission, since we'd passed all the others." Ron mumbled morosely.
"Well, Harry is inherently evile, I guess we can make a little mistake." Hermione said.
They were having a conversation about him right in front of him, speculating things that weren't even true.
"Yeah, since he is part of the evil old git. A Horcrux," Ron spat on the forest floor." It's disgusting just thinking about it, a soul-piece and it's in you. I'm sure it'll finish you-know-who off if we kill you. And the sooner, the better."
Harry was frozen in place. He just realized he was just standing there and was just about to turn and run when he heard Hermione yell, "Stupefy!"
He just had the reflex to stick out his had as if to stop the curse, the hand that was still holding, the time-turner that he was going to return to Hermione. Then something phenomenal happened.
The time-turner suddenly emitted a white glow.
He felt the jerk of a port-key, (the feeling of a hook behind his navel) a sensation he could never get used to. Just when he thought it was over he felt the sensation of apparition.
Right when he thought he might suffocate to death he landed, or appeared.
A/N: This is the rewrite on the 1st chapter XD
I don't have a beta ATM but I wanted to tell you all that when I wrote "evile" it was on purpose xD
JKR's title of the Horcrux book was Magick Moste Evile - What is (and isn't) a Horcrux
by Kevin McDonald
and I really like her "Old English(not really old english) " like "Most Potente Potions"
"Potente" and "Evile" aren't English or derived from anything but I personally think that they have their own charm.