Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince
By: Krystal Lily Potter
Chapter One: Marge's Return
Rating: PG-13
Couples: Harry/Hermione, and...get this...a triangle but not a common one... Lavender/Ron/Luna...what do ya think of that? LOL!

Summary: As Harry and his friends enter their sixth year at Hogwarts they don't enter the cheerful world they left behind. They enter a world covered in a thick blanket of fear. It only hits Harry now how important he truly is when people start seeing him as the light that allows them to see under this blanket. Along with his friends he must battle the horrors of the past, present and possible future to begin the end of a war, hopefully before it even starts. What happens when one of his friends disappear from under the protection of Dumbledore himself? It's up to the last two to find a way to fight this war, on their own...

Warning: There will be swearing in this and some talk of things like suicide, murder and other things like that. In much later chapters if the rating MIGHT change to R because of blood or something (I'm pretty sure I can avoid that though)

I'd like to mention that I started this story literally the day after the fifth book came out and now over a year later I'm attempting to finish it. Mind you I need to redo much of the story as it is to make it more interesting and more to my current style and interests. So just so you know that note up there is a year old but I'm still leaving it there just in case.

Also I'd like to say the third movie was awesome and I hope everyone gets to see it...I saw it twice so far and I loved it! Yes I know there ARE a lot of R/Hr hints in it but I can pick out even more H/Hr. Really it could turn out anyway in the end, I believe they're leaving it open to that purposely. It is obvious that Ron DOES like Hermione but it didn't really show her reactions that much. It's probably gonna end up being a love triangle or something...actually I honestly think it is right now.

Well please continue reading this story and I'll stop my stupid babbling...hope you like the story and for those that read the old version of this I hope you like this more updated one! No the story line itself will mostly be the same but there will be a lot of changes too...

The rain poured down hard on the roves of the houses in Surrey. No one was seen outside at all, but if you were high enough in the air you could see a certain car heading back towards its domain: the driveway of number four Privet Drive.

Speaking of which; as the car drove calmly back to the house, the place in question was in havoc.

A woman with strait blond hair, pale blue eyes, who was skinny and had twice as much neck as a normal person, ran around everywhere complaining about how messy the house was.

A 16-year-old boy with short blond hair, pale blue eyes, who was wider then he was tall, and about the size of an adolescence killer whale, sat lazily on the couch ignoring his mother's orders.

Finally a 15-year-old boy, who would be turning 16 soon, with raven black hair, and emerald green eyes was finishing helping his aunt clean the last bit of the house. He was skinny, but not to the extreme he was last summer, and he recently had a sudden growth spurt, so he was much taller then he had been when his friends last saw him.

In this house lived the three Dursleys. The mother and only woman of the house was Petunia Dursley, she was married to Vernon Dursley and they had a son named Dudley. But also in this house lived another person, Petunia's nephew, Harry James Potter.

At the moment Vernon was driving home with his sister, Marge, who was coming for a visit again. With the thought that they would be there soon Petunia sighed happily as the house was finally clean, at least to her mind. She was very picky over how her house looked and she was proud of her surroundings.

She noticed her little Dudders seemed happy, watching TV and eating his snack, but Harry on the other hand was sitting on the staircase leading to the second floor, looking off into space. His normally bright emerald eyes resembled those of a dead person. She shuddered lightly, feeling for a minute that her sister could easily stare at her though those orbs.

Petunia had no idea why the boy would be depressed. She knew last year, after his fourth year at that school, when he came back he seemed very upset, now he was ten times worse.

She remembered what the Headmaster of Harry's School, Dumbledore, told her. She was the one that kept Harry safe, because she and Harry had the same blood; the same blood as her sister Lily, Harry's mother.

Petunia decided that later, she would see what was wrong with him...she had to! There had been a nagging feeling at the back of her mind that if she didn't find out what was on the last Potter's mind soon he would have an emotional breakdown. She certainly didn't need that to happen. The neighbors would talk and her poor Dudders might get hurt just like the time when Hagrid (That hairy beast, as Petunia and Vernon liked to call him) gave him a pig's tail. She would certainly not have that, nor would she have the neighbors talking about her insane nephew. To her it was an embarrassment to even be related to someone like him, let alone live under the same roof as him.

The four Dursley's (which included Marge) and Harry were sitting eating their dinner.

Marge couldn't help but raise her eyebrow as she watched Petunia place a full plate of food in front of Harry. He sat and ate quietly, not uttering a word and keeping his eyes on his food.

Marge had enough of the quietness and said, "Did you hear about all the murders?"

They all looked up and Vernon said, "Murders?"

"Yes, there have been about 30 of them just last week! They call the ones who do it the Dark Shadows," Marge said.

Harry let out a snort, causing Aunt Marge to look at him with narrowed eyes.

"What's so funny with murder boy? Suppose they were friends of your parents, eh?" She snapped.

Harry narrowed his eyes and spat, "No and don't you dare accuse them of having something to do with those fucking murderers."

"Don't take that tone of voice with me you good for nothing! And don't use foul language!" Marge yelled at him.

"I'll do whatever I please," Harry said. "Also you mentioned they're called the Dark Shadows, right? Well it might help if you had there correct name."

"What are they called then if you're so smart?" Marge asked darkly.

"Death Eaters," Harry stated.

There was a long pause and finally Marge said, "How would you know?"

"I told you my parents didn't die in a car crash," that was simply all he said as he turned back to his food and continued eating, ignoring Marge's verbal jabs towards him.

"I tell you Petunia, you should have put him in an orphanage. I told you that when I visited a couple of years ago," Marge said. "This good for nothing is just trouble...just like your sister was no doubt."

Harry's eyes snapped towards Marge Dursley with sheer rage in them. Vernon and Dudley saw it and coward slightly but Petunia, not wanting a repeat of last time took charge. She spent the most time home so she got to understand that Harry was an emotional time bomb waiting to go off this summer. She certainly didn't want to see what would happen if he did explode at anyone.

"Actually," she said, shooting Harry a warning glare. "My sister was my mother's little angel. She never placed a toe out of line and never got anything less then at least almost perfect at school. Although she seemed too perfect to me, it was only natural that she would end up with a freak."

"Ahh..." Marge said in a seemingly understanding voice. "So it was the father then. Where did you say your sister went to school?"

"A private school in Scotland," the woman replied.

"I don't see how this is relevant Marge," Vernon said.

"She went to a bad school with bad people. Heavens knows if she hadn't she would have turned out like you Petunia," Vernon's sister said.

"Oh yeah, just what we'd all need, another Petunia," Harry said out of the blue. He even surprised himself.

"What did you say boy?" Vernon asked dangerously. Dudley turned from the TV and waiting to see his favorite form of entertainment begin...Vernon bulling Harry.

"You heard me," Harry said. He then quickly turned to Petunia and said, "You want to know the truth? Well I'll give it to you now because I'm sick of all of this. As much as I hate Vernon and Dudley I hate you even more Petunia. You were supposed to be my mother's sister and all you do is bad mouth her, even though she's dead."

"Shut up you little ingrate!" Petunia yelled.

"NO! I'M NOT DONE YET!" Harry raged back, shocking everyone. "I've got a closet that's full of skeletons and I've gotta let them out so shut up at listen! You're just like Professor Snape. He hates me because he hated my dad. You hate me because you hated my mother. Guess what? I'm not James Potter and I'm not Lily Potter!"

There was along pause, nobody dared speak yet.

"Sure I'm their son, and yes I am the same...what do you call it? Oh yes I am the same kind of freak they were. Guess what? I'm proud of it! Anyways, if I hear one thing about my mother or father again I swear to god there won't be a house for you to live in by tomorrow." Harry was breathing heavily as he said weakly, "Just leave the past where it is...I wish I could change it so I wouldn't be here as much as you do, but even if I can I'm not allowed...it's against our laws. My friend and I already changed time once...nobody found out aside from our Headmaster who told us to do it, but the point was we weren't even supposed to change it."

"Change the past? What are you talking about?" Marge said suspiciously.

"You still haven't guessed why I'm known as a freak? Why Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia make up a story that I go to a Criminal Center? Why odd things always happen to me? BECAUSE I'M A BLOODY WIZARD! Yes I can do magic, and so help me god don't test me right now," Harry growled at her and stood up. "Don't worry; you might not have to live with me for much longer."

"Why?" Dudley squeaked.

"Because the man that killed my parents, Voldemort, is back," Harry spat. "He's back and there's only one person that can defeat him. It was stated in a prophecy that was made 17 years ago now."

"What does that have to do with you?" Vernon growled. He was extremely upset that Harry had blurted out to Marge the secret that they had been hiding for years.

Harry closed his eyes then said in almost a whisper so everyone had to lean in to hear what he was saying, "The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...born to those that have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies." He wasn't going to state the rest of the prophecy to them. One thing he learned from Mad-eye Moody was the fact that anyone could be listening.

"What?" Petunia asked.

"I was born on July 31st...born as the seventh month dies," Harry said. "I have to defeat Voldemort...and no one else can...no one but me."

He then turned and walked up towards his room, with several shocked pairs of eyes watching him.

There was a long pause then Marge said, "That little liar."

"He wasn't lying," Petunia said.

They all turned to her and stared in shock as she said, "I have something to give him later on...I should have given it to him years ago..."

"You mean what was with him that night he was put on our door step?" Vernon asked.

Petunia nodded then they all returned to their food. Petunia knew as much as she didn't like the boy she was going to have to talk to Harry later. Something told her that Lily wasn't very impressed with her right now.

Harry stormed into his room angrily and kicked his trunk. He was in a very foul mood now.

He sat on his bed and looked at the picture on his nightstand...it was a black and white picture of his mother and father dancing together while leaves fell down around them. They were in the backyard of their house in Godric's Hallow.

He sighed sadly and touched the frame then said, "At least Sirius is with them...not alone."

'To a well organized mind, death is but another great adventure.'

"Sirius never did have an organized mind," Harry said sadly.

'Do you think the ones we love really leave?'

"I dunno, do they?" Harry muttered, he couldn't help but hear Dumbledore's words in his mind clearly.

There was a sudden knock at the door, and it opened and Petunia walked in.

"Harry," She said, "I want to talk to you."

"About what?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow. His tone was cold and sent shivers up Petunia's spine.

"About something I should have given you years ago," Petunia said sadly. "This was around your neck when we found you on our doorstep. It was Lily's. I don't know where or who she got it from but I can say it was none of her friends...they always asked about it too. She got it when she was 16. Anyways, there's something special about it. I don't know exactly what, but I know there is. Lily adored this pendent."

She held it out and placed it into Harry's hand. He looked at her then looked down at it. He couldn't help but find it beautiful. There was a gold lion, and a gold phoenix in front of a silver lightning bolt. The plating behind the lightning bolt was made of what looked at first like red plastic but he soon realized it was a type of metal he had never seen before.

"I have no clue what that third metal is," Petunia admitted. "Maybe it was just charmed a different color."

"Maybe," Harry said. He then looked up at her and said, "Thank you aunt Petunia."

For the first time ever this normal stern faced, gossipy woman, saw tears in the young man's eyes. Even when he was little he acted like the perfect baby. He never cried or anything, although he did always have a sad look to his eyes. Overtime that sad looked had disappeared, and then when he went to Hogwarts sheer happiness replaced them, now that sadness was back.

"I'm sorry for saying I hated you," Harry whispered. "And I'm even more sorry to say that I still do."

"You can hate me all you want," Petunia said as she walked towards the door. "You know I'm not that fond of you either so we're be even." With that she closed the door with a click.

Harry touched the pendent and then placed it around his neck. The chain it was on seemed to be made of the same thing that Hermione's time turner had been made up of: something like gold but stronger then it...probably just some odd alloy.

After getting dressed he fell backwards onto his bed to fall asleep when an odd thought passed through him. What were the odds that Lily got this pendent when she was 16 that had a lightning bolt on it and then five years later her only son would get a scar on his forehead that was shaped like a lightning bolt?

Harry's eyes drooped from exhaustion and he had no more time to think about that as he lulled off to sleep. He decided, moments before fully going into a land of terror filled dreams, that he would figure it out the next day. Too bad that was one of those things he wouldn't remember thinking.

"WAKE UP COUSIN!" Dudley's voice yelled through Harry's door the next morning.

"I'm awake already," Harry yelled back. "Touch my door one more time and I'll hex you!"

He could practically see Dudley trying to think if he'd rather hit down the door and face Harry's wrath or walk away safely. He decided to be smart for once and walked away.

Harry growled angrily. Marge would be there and he didn't need to see her ugly face at the moment. He had went to sleep early the night before, yes, but he woke up at around one o'clock in the morning because of his reoccurring nightmare where Sirius fell through the veil over and over and he couldn't stop it. After waking up he hadn't been able to get back to sleep at all.

Sighing he grabbed a fresh set of cloths and walked into the empty bathroom. After getting a shower and attempting to flatten his hair out with no success once or ever. Sighing he put his glasses back on and looked at his reflection and muttering something about needing contacts.

He walked down the stairs and entered the kitchen with a bored look etched upon his face. He noticed his 'favorite' aunt slaving over the stove. Normally, being the kind person he was, he would have offered to help, but he refused to right now.

After he was done his breakfast he jumped up from the table and walked towards the door.

"Where do you think you're going?" Marge growled.

"Hopefully...away from you," Harry said simply.

"Why I never," she muttered.

"Oh trust me, you've insulted me more then I've insulted you," Harry said and pushed the door open. After doing that he decided just to take a walk around.

A few minutes later a car slowed down next to him and Harry looked over to see his uncle Vernon sitting there. "Get in," he said.

Harry raised an eyebrow and said, "How do I know it's you? Not someone trying to kidnap me?"

"Get in the car boy!" Vernon growled.

"After you answer this question: What did aunt Petunia give me last night?" Harry asked.

"Some sort of pendent that belonged to her sister and was a round your neck when you were left on our doorstep. Now GET IN!"

"Alright," Harry said and hopped in the passenger seat.

Vernon started driving again then Harry asked, "Why did you ask me to get in."

"I'm going to London," Vernon said harshly. "I'm getting Dudders a birthday present, and your stupid hair and glasses are driving me insane so we're getting that fixed.

Harry raised an eyebrow and said, "Where'd you get all the money for this?" He had assumed that Vernon was buying Dudley one hell of a present.

"Saved it," Vernon said then listened to the radio and heard them going on about contests at the mall they were going to. "Stupid games."

Harry got an odd feeling and felt as if he was somewhere else. Suddenly he knew exactly what he had to do once he got to the mall. He was going to enter one of those 'stupid games'.

Petunia watered her flowers happily and but she had an odd feeling she was being watched. She glanced over her shoulder and no one was there. She turned back to her work for a little while then suddenly looked back only to see a woman with long dark green hair and pink eyes standing behind her.

She screamed and jumped up.

"Woah there Dursley," she said. "I was just wondering what you did with Harry...he's not here and its my job to know where he is."

Petunia stared at the woman then said, "You remind me of that odd one at the train station...the one with the pink hair."

"That was me you dolt," the woman, Tonks said with a frown. "Now where's Harry?"

"Vernon went to go get something in London and took him with him," Petunia said in a nervous voice.

"Well you better pray that Harry comes back all in one piece or there'll be hell to pay," Tonks warned then threw an invisibility cloak over herself and moved away from Petunia.

Vernon was growling about the price of contacts Harry had managed to force him into buying. How had he done that? He managed to say that at school he'd just end up breaking a pair of glasses so the contacts would last longer. Vernon, wanting to spend as little as he could on Harry in the long run, agreed to buy him those.

"I'll be back," Harry said to him and put his name in for one of the draws.

"Boy, that is a retarded contest you're not going to win," Vernon warned.

"Shows what you know," Harry muttered.

Vernon dragged Harry away from the contest center and towards the Hair Salon.

"Cut his hair off," Vernon roared as the woman asked HARRY what he wanted. "Buzz it off, I don't care!"

She shot Vernon a dark look then said, "What do YOU want me to do?"

"Ummm..." Harry said. "I kinda like it the length it is...I just don't like how it always looks messy."

She led him over to a chair and then felt it a bit. A smirk appeared on her laugh-lined face as she said, "I think I know the problem. Want me to get rid of it?"

"Yes," Harry said desperately.

She chuckled and took out her scissors. Harry had no clue what exactly she did but by the time she was done his hair looked...normal. Not like he had just got done flying or like he just woke up.

"You should have got it shortened," Vernon grumbled.

Suddenly the speakers in the mall went off and a voice said, "Would Harry Potter please go to the contest center."

Vernon gave him an odd look and Harry got a broad smile on his face and took off down the direction of the center."

When Uncle Vernon finally caught up to him he said, "What in gods name are you doing you stupid child."

"I just won something," Harry replied.

"Really?" Vernon said, his greedy little eyes glancing at his nephew. "Well what is it? I spent money on you so Dudley can have what you won."

"What?!" Harry yelled in shock. "Are you mad? I'm the one that paid for the ticket...not you!"

"With all due respect Mr..." A contest helper stated.

"Dursley," Vernon growled.

"Yes...Mr Dursley. You see we drew the name a while ago but had to do a bit of paper work...the prize legally belongs to Harry James Potter," the man said well looking at the papers in his hand.

Vernon growled again and said, "Well what is it?"

"Something that made me glad Remus took me and got me my license a couple of weeks ago," Harry blurted out. That much was true...he knew you normally had to drive for a year but Remus had given him the basic no how and a fake permit (bad, bad Lupin) and Harry took the test. Surprisingly he was a natural and got himself a B on the driving test so he got his license.

"What?" Vernon said.

"I won a car," Harry said with a chuckle at his uncle's shocked face.

"Good heavens!" Petunia yelled as a second car followed Vernon into the drive way.

Tonks had gotten stuck with double shift of 'Harry Duty' as the order called it, thanks to Snape who had to do something else but she could guess who the person in the second car was. She had been the one to force Remus to take the poor kid for his driving test...well actually she blackmailed him into it but that's not the point.

"Potter you never cease to amaze me," Tonks muttered as she saw the young man in the other, slick, shiny black car.

Vernon walked into the house with a couple bags a scowl well Harry got out of his new car with a wide smirk on his face.

Tonks got an evil look on her own mismatched face before running towards Harry and then tackled him.

"AHH! What the hell?! Tonks?" Harry asked wildly.

"Yup," she replied with an innocent smirk then looked over at the black car and whistled and said, "Nice one there."

"I know," Harry said.

"It should be lime green with electric blue though," Tonks said thoughtfully.

"Oh god," Harry muttered. "Don't kill it please. I'm lucky Vernon let me keep it...he was planning on given it to Dudley."

She got an angry look on her face and said, "That dirty bastard! Well what are you going to do with this when you go to Hogwarts so your fat ass cousin doesn't touch it."

"Shrink it," Harry said with a shrug.

She laughed then got a serious look on her face and said, "Have you been alright Harry? From what Dung told me you had a little fit at supper last night."

"Yeah," Harry said and looked at the ground. He then looked back up and said, "I have to get out of here soon Tonks...they're driving me nuts!"

"We're working on it," Tonks said. "Now tell me how on earth you knew you would win. I can tell by the look on your face that you did."

"It was weird, I just, out of nowhere, predicted it!" Harry said.

"Really?" Tonks asked. Her eyes held curiosity. "That's not really normal you know...unless you're a Seer."

"Of course not...unless you count the time I brought back Trelawney her crystal ball and I saw Sirius in it," Harry said with a sad chuckle then suddenly his face went pale and shocked.

(That's off the movie, not out of the book...just makes it more interesting to use some things from both...well that part about the crystal ball's true but the part after this isn't. umm...I'm confusing myself so I'll shut up now)

"What?" Tonks asked.

"Tonks...when I saw Sirius in the crystal ball...I saw him falling through the veil! I SAW IT TONKS! Two years before it happened!" Harry cried out.

Tonks stared at him with sad eyes and said, "It wasn't your fault Harry. God don't you think we all feel a little responsible? If I had been stronger and not let Bellatrix get the better of me I would have kept fighting her and Sirius would have kept away from that veil. He was my second cousin Harry...but he was like my brother."

Harry stared at her sadly and said, "I'm sorry."

"It's alright," she said. "Go get some sleep...we'll see soon when you're leaving his dump."

"Sure," Harry said and turned and walked back into the house. All the Dursley's were sour looking and Dudley was whining about Harry getting a car and not him.

Author's Random Babbling

Ok I started going, you know, just fixing things here and there until I decided 'screw it' and I redid the whole thing. The next chapter will have Dumbledore and more of Remus in it...and a bit more adventure.

Now here's a little explanation...Vernon, when he picked up Harry was told to do it by Petunia because Marge was slight upset about the whole 'there's a wizard in the family' thing. Vernon didn't want him to come at all.

Also the reason I did that whole Harry winning the car thing was just to show you that he's starting to predict stuff out of nowhere. Besides, what goes up must come down right? So he's having good luck now but what about later on?

Anyways as mentioned through this chapter I will be taking mostly events that happened out of the book but a few things out of the movies I just find more interesting so I'll be using those instead.

Well I guess I'll see ya'll later and please review!

I'd just like to say I do accept flames...although I don't always react nicely to them...in fact I rarely do but just give me your real opinions!

Krystal Lily Potter