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A/N: Harry's entry to Vicky's contest.

All of my friends were talking in our compartment on our way to Hogwarts, to start my sixth year. I was surrounded by Hermione and Ron, my two oldest friends; Ginny, who I've known for just as long, but only really became friends with last year; and the two newest additions to our group: Neville and Luna. I have truly amazing friends, I realize, as I remember how eager they were to help me when I thought Sirius was in trouble at the ministry.

Sirius. My amazing godfather. My dead godfather. My godfather, who was killed because of my foolishness. Because of my stubbornness. Because I am an idiot.

I spent most of my summer in a state of depression, due to that line of thought, which dominated my brain for the entire three months.

That, plus thoughts of Cho. I can't believe I messed that up, so badly. She was mine, until I agreed to meet Hermione. Well, I guess Cho and I equally destroyed what we had. That kiss in the DA, under the mistletoe, was so magical. It was amazing. It was one of my favorite memories. Actually, it was the only good memory I have of fifth year. I smile, as I think of how pretty Cho looked that night, even with tears streaming down her face.

"Harry," Luna's distracted voice says, pulling me out of my thoughts of the amazing Ravenclaw seeker.

I look up, and see everyone staring at me. "Erm…what?" I ask, nervously, while I try to figure out what I could have missed.

"What's your happiest moment?" Ginny asks. When I stare at her, confused at what prompted that question, she rolls her eyes, and explains, "Weren't you listening? We are all going around discussing our favorite memories."

"Oh," I say stupidly. "Erm…I guess I was distracted. So, is it my turn?"

"Yeah, Harry. We all went." Ron responds.

"Ok. Let me think for a minute, then." I say. Hmmm happiest moment? This reminds me of third year, when Lupin asked me to think of a happy memory, in order to form a patronus. "Well, to form a patronus, sometimes I use the first time I went to Diagon Alley, or the day when I met Ron and Hermione. Or the first time I caught the snitch in a quidditch game." I pause, as I was about to mention the kiss with Cho, which I would much rather keep to myself.

Ron intervenes, saying, "What about the time Cho-"

"Ron!" Hermione stops him, just in time. "Let's not go there. That's not really your story to share," she continues in a whisper. That only Ron, Hermione, and I can hear. Hermione is sitting in between us.

I continue, quickly, "The first time I got a letter from Sirius was a pretty happy time, too." That also stops me, because now I am thinking about Sirius, which is not a good line of thought. Everyone looks at me, with sadness in their eyes, remembering the Department of Mysteries. "Another happy time was after the basilisk was slayed, and Hagrid and Dumbledore and Hermione were all back, and Ginny was ok." Looking up, I see Ginny's downcast eyes, and realize that I probably shouldn't have brought that up. Oh, well, too late now.

"Surviving the dragon was pretty exciting, as well. Seeing everyone's support through the DA was pretty good, as well." I finish, smiling at my friends.

"Wow. I can't pick one memory. I guess that, as much sadness there is in my life, there was an equal amount of happy things."

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