AN: I promise that I'm not abandoning any stories, I just had an idea for another one. I needed to get this one posted... REVIEW PLEASE. And guesses are welcome.

I do not own Harry Potter. I'm just a girl, who is home sick (AGAIN!) and is really bored.

Harry was not having a good day. So far, nothing seemed to be going right. It was only breakfast, but something terrible was in the air.

It started early this morning. Harry had just woken up from having to watch his godfather, Sirius Black, fall into the veil. His death at the end of Harry's fifth year had hit hard. Especially since neither of his two best friends seemed as close as they once were. Harry just felt alone, confused, and majorly depressed.

Getting to the Great Hall for breakfast, he noticed how people had lately been avoiding him. Hermione was constantly in the library, researching who knows what, and Ron was often nowhere to be found. A smile lit his face when he saw both of them at the Gryffindor table, appearing to have been waiting for him. That is, until he saw their faces, flushed with anger. They had most likely been fighting again, and Harry didn't want to bet in the middle of them, again. He seemed to be doing a lot of that lately, even though they wouldn't tell him what they were fighting about.

So, with that, Harry went to sit by Neville. He never understood why nobody thought that highly of Neville. It wasn't his fault he wasn't that skilled, even though he had become significantly better after the DA last year. First of all, he had to use his father's wand for most of his life at Hogwarts. His wand never seemed to cooperate with him. Secondly, he was abused by his family. That was what tied Harry closer to him. Who drops a kid out the window anyway? Both boys had lacked a loving family, all thanks to one man. Voldemort. Or You-know-who, if you weren't brave enough to save his name.

"Hiya Harry, they fighting again?"

"Hey Nev. Yeah, they never stop, do they?"

"Harry, I need some advice. It's about the Hogsmead trip this weekend…"

"Sure, girl troubles?" Neville blushed. Harry knew Neville fancied Luna. He had for awhile, and it was about time Neville did something about it.

"Yes, well, you see, if you liked this girl, I mean more than a friend, you know, just as an example, let's say that.." Neville started to ramble.

Harry smirked. "I'm sure Luna will say yes, Nev."

"so what if…" Neville paused when he heard what Harry had said, and gained a blush to rival any Weasley. "It's not that obvious, is it?"

Harry laughed, "Oh, Nev." Neville cringed and Harry switched tactics. "I'm sure she'll say yes, besides, I think she likes you back."

"You really think so?"

"Yep, don't worry about it."

Neville sighing looking relieved, then smirked as a sudden thought hit him.

"So… anyone you've got your eyes on Harry?"

Harry felt blood rushing to his face. "No, not really… I just… Maybe… I don't know if she…"

Neville laughed. Harry mock-glared at him, feeling glad that he had gotten Neville out of his shell last year. He was a great guy, a loyal friend.

"Face it; we both got our eyes on younger women. Me and Luna, you and Ginny."

"G-g-ginny?"

"I know the way you look at her. Don't tell anyone I told you this, but last year the twins set up a bet, but no one expected you and Cho…"

Harry cringed, the thing with Cho had not gone well. Not at all.

"I even managed to get a couple in, so if you could kiss her before Christmas, that'd be great."

Neville laughed as Harry smacked him on the arm. Then looked around and saw the other two thirds of the trio.

"Don't look now Harry, but I don't think your friends are that happy with you sitting here."

Of course, Harry just had to turn around and see what he meant, and what he saw shocked him. They were both full out GLARING at them both. As if laughter was against law, which would be a pretty sad law indeed.

"Oh well," Harry shrugged, turning back to Neville.

"It doesn't bother you?" Neville questioned, shocked at the two sides' behavior.

"Not really, they've been really distant this year, I just don't know what wrong with them."

And with that, Harry quickly changed the topic to the DA. He had been debating upon whether or not to start it up again this year. He didn't want to have the workload, but he felt a part of himself nagging him to do it. Neville was happy to give his input, but surprised Harry by saying that if Harry did start it up again, he wouldn't join. Apparently Professor Sprout had cornered him yesterday after Herbology and wanted to give him extra lessons.

"She even said after she retires in a couple years, she was thinking of giving me the job. Of course, I'll have to pass my NEWTs with flying colors in Herbology, but she said she knew I could do it."

"Good for you Nev, I knew there was something out there for you."

"So, what are you planning to do after school?"

"I'm not sure. All I can see in my future is Voldemort. If I even survive…"

"Don't say that Harry, of course you'll survive."

"I don't know, Nev, something in my life just seems wrong. It just feels that way."

"I know what you mean. I had that feeling right before that first flying class in first year, remember that?"

"How could I forget? Falling of your broom, taking Malfoy a peg or to down, and becoming Seeker."

After a few minutes of hearty laughter, Neville calmed down enough to point out how pointless a Rememberall is in the first place.

"I mean, it doesn't even tell you what you've forgotten in the first place."

"I know Neville, I know." Harry stated between laughs. That's when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Harry, shouldn't we be getting to the common room. It is your free hour and you have a lot of homework."

"Calm down Hermione, he can do that latter. I'm sure he'd rather come out to the quidditch pitch with me and fly around for awhile. Wouldn't you Harry."

"Honestly Ronald!" She threw back, lacing her words with as much sarcasm as she could muster. "Do you want to pass sixth year or not. How can we help Harry later if we don't study? How else would we get him to find the Hor-"

"HERMIONE!" Ron yelled, looking worried. He quickly put himself back together before anyone could catch the slip-up. "Why would he want to do any of that, when he could fly? That's boring. We don't all what to be bookworms like you!"

Harry got up to tell them he didn't want to do either, and ask what their problem was, but he was stopped by a yell coming from the entrance way.

A little boy, with a mop of midnight black hair, startling green eyes, and a small, skinny figure was running away from two grown men. Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor Snape.

"No! You just want to take me back to the orphanage! I'm NEVER going back! Please don't make me go back!"

The unknown child spotted Harry, and his face filled with joy. Running up to him, and reaching out his arms he demanded saving.

"Help me. Two bad men are after me. They want to bring me back to the orphanage, but I don't wanna go."

Harry, feeling sympathy and understanding picked up the small child, and was astonished by how light he was. It reminded him of his time at the Dursleys.

"I knew you would come some day. I just knew it. They all said you were dead, or you didn't want me, but I knew it. Why'd you leave me there?" The boy moved back to look Harry in the face, and Harry saw the fresh tears rolling down the child's face. "Father?"

But before Harry could respond, Dumbledore and Snape reached the Great Hall, looking horrified at what was going on.

"Harry," said the Headmaster, slowly and calmly, as if screaming children was a part of everyday life. "Just set the child down gently, you don't know the situation."

But Harry knew enough, and the way the boy was clinging to him just confirmed his thoughts.

"No, I'm sorry Headmaster, but I won't put him down until I get the full story." Many were shocked, Dumbledore's golden boy saying no! It was unheard of.

"Harry," sighed Albus, in obvious disappointment. "If it must be, please come to my office."

Still confused at exactly what was going on, Harry followed the Headmaster toward his office.

"I'm sorry this had to happen," said Dumbledore as he whipped around and pulled out his wand, "But you must not know."

But then, the unexpected happened. The little boy whipped his head around, and Albus was sent flying back into the wall.

"No! Nobody hurts MY DADDY!"

Harry was shocked at the power displayed by the boy, and the control shown as well. This boy was POWERFUL. Whoever he was, the Headmaster must have had a good reason for hiding him.

When the boy looked back at Harry, he almost fainted. The child's eyes were blood red. Whoever he was then collapsed of exhaustion.

AN: What do you think? Please review, It will make my day. My miserable day. And I need suggestions for Harry's love life. No slash.