AN: This is my first story on FFN. If you have any ideas, please PM me or review! I welcome any suggestions. No, Dumbledore is not evil, nor is Voldemort good. You'll see what I mean. *winks awkwardly*

It was a sunny morning with an almost-clear blue sky, a few wisps of pale cloud drifting lazily.

The willow tree (NOT the Whomping Willow) was sturdy as always, its long branches swishing softly, beckoning.

Harry flopped, relieved, under it, golden rays of sunshine peeking in through the swaying branches of the faithful tree.

Harry had become very handsome, all lean frame, brilliant emerald eyes gazing happily through spherical onyx frames whose bridge was taped haphazardly with silver Spellotape and jet black hair everywhere.

He had a pale face from staying inside often, though it had a healthy glow.

He was feeling better than he had in weeks, his nightmares of his godfather almost dying had mostly disappeared.

Plus his new anti-depressant potions were awesome.

Nothing could ruin his mood, so he pulled out the crumpled parchment from his pocket, reading his untidy scrawl with a brilliant grin.

"My Checklist" he read out.

"Blah... Later... Blah...Blah- OH!" he said delightedly. Become Voldemort's friend. "Kay! That sounds fun!"

AN: Yes, I know my Harry seems a bit childish. Help? Thanks. -M