Disclaimer: Not mine. But the plot is!

A.N: Okay so welcome to my first fan fic, its going to be interesting. I have less than 20 days to finish it because I know that no one will read it after a certain Harry Potter book comes out and frankly and dont blame you. Because I wont be writing more for a long time. I mean, this fan fic is going to be my version of Book 6. I should have done this alot sooner but exams sort of took up all of my time. But now I'm done, holidays are here and my fingers are itching to write! So here it is, Harry Potter and the Never Ending Trials. Enjoy! And dont forget to review:)

Never Ending Trials

The immaculate street of Privet drive was glistening from the downpour of rain that had lasted several days. The street lamps flickered off as dawn approached. But no one was awake yet. It was only four in the morning and the sky was still a plum colour as the sun sleepily crept into the sky. A dog barked in the distance, but no one heard, except for the small, skinny, teenage boy looking glumly out of his bedroom window. The dog barked again, somehow, this simple sound that was quite common to hear in the muggle world hit Harry in the stomach and made him blink and look up. A burning sensation intensified in his throat and it was difficult for him to swallow. The death of Sirius Black was more than Harry could bear. Every night, when Harry eventually allowed sleep to overcome him; his mind replayed the events at the department of Mysteries over and over. If only, Harry pulled back the veil and brought Sirius back through, what if Harry did that? Would Sirius be alive today? Would Sirius be the owner of that bark in Privet drive? Would Sirius be beaming at Harry shake back his hair and exclaim that Harry was like his father after all? But of course, there was no way Harry would find the answers to these questions, because he didn't pull back the veil, and Sirius wasn't alive and talking about his father. He was dead, lost, forever wandering alone, behind that eerie veil in the department of mysteries. The worst part of it all, thought Harry, was no one was sad that he died. Harry looked down hatefully at the daily prophet clutched in his hand.

SIRIUS BLACK DEAD AT LAST

Cornelius Fudge, former Minister of Magic, has recently confirmed that not only He Who Must Not Be Named has returned but also the legendary murdering mad man, Sirius Black has been turned against by his fellow death eaters and killed late last month. Sirius Black killed no less then thirteen muggles and his "friend" Peter Pettigrew. He was taken to Azkaban prison and amazingly escaped. He has been in hiding for three years, making both the wizarding and muggle words in danger. Although recent events have been distressing it is a relief that the follower of You Know Who is finally dead. However the - boy- who- lived...

Harry threw the paper as hard as he could across the room, it knocked Hedwig's cage off his table and the cage came crashing to the floor. Roars and yells of surprise soon filled the air and to Harry's great annoyance, Uncle Vernon charged into the room. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING BOY?" He yelled in a thundering voice. His face was bursting and looked like an overgrown tomato. Aunt Petunia appeared in her nightgown behind Uncle Vernon's giant form. She quivered and tapped Vernon the shoulder. "Vernon-" she began in a small worried voice. She looked positively frightened but Harry, with a smirk, understood that she was not terrified of Vernon's temper. Vernon paled a little and glanced back at Aunt Petunia, he nodded curtly and cleared his throat. " You er- be quiet boy, it's not even morning, so you- you write to your freaky friends and you- you tell them-" But he went back into the hall before he finished. Harry felt a small amount of pleasure from this newfound control over his Uncle. After the threat from mad eye moody the Dursleys had decided to treat Harry as if he did not exist. Which was exactly how he liked to be treated from the Dursleys. Although, last Monday Harry accidentally dropped his toast on the floor and Aunt Petunia stuffed a plate of sausages and eggs into his hands without looking at him, much to Dudley's dismay, the plate was supposed to be passed to Dudley. Harry kept his promise to Mad Eye and wrote to them often, sometimes just a note to say he was fine but his replies were even shorter. Ron and Hermione had not written at all during the summer and Harry was beginning to wonder what was happening until Harry spotted a small twittering owl heading for his direction. Surprised, Harry slid open the window and allowed Pig to shoot inside and flop onto Harry's bed. Tied to Pig's legs was a very large wad of parchment rolled up. Harry grinned, finally Ron got the idea of writing decent letters. But before Harry could reach his bed another bird, a lot more dignified swooped inside Harry's room. The owl stood patiently on the windowsill and allowed Harry to untie a rather official letter, then swooped outside again. Harry blinked and rubbed his eyes. He had not allowed himself to sleep last night and wondered whether he was hallucinating. But sure enough when he opened his eyes again he saw the Hogwarts letter in his hand. Snakes suddenly writhed within Harry's stomach as he realised that his OWL results had arrived. Shaking slightly Harry tore open the envelope and unfolded the parchment.

Dear Mr Potter, Enclosed are your OWL results and book list for the next school year. Hope you are enjoying your summer holidays. Stay safe and we look forward to seeing you again soon.

Professor M.G McGonagall

Harry took a deep breath and unfolded the small slip of parchment that was enclosed.

Divination: P

Harry almost laughed aloud. He couldn't wait to tell Ron.

Potions: O

Harry collapsed in shock onto his bed and nearly squashed the twittering owl still bearing the large roll of parchment. Harry rolled over and sat up looking at the result again and again. "Well Hermione will be pleased" Harry said to no one in particular.

Defence against the Dark Arts: O

This didn't really surprise Harry, he felt he deserved it after all the defence against dark arts he had been doing since his first year at Hogwarts.

Astrology: A

This surprised Harry too since he didn't even finish his star chart because he was far too busy seeing if Hagrid was all right.

Charms: O

Harry grinned.

Transfiguration: O

Harry gasped and whooped for joy. Becoming an Auror didn't seem so impossible. But Harry knew that he never would have gotten such a good grade without the help of Hermione. She forced him to practice and revise weeks before the exams even started. Harry told himself to remember to buy Hermione a really big birthday present.

History of Magic: A

Harry remembered it was at the exam when he saw Sirius in the department of Mysteries and led his friends into the hands of Lord Voldemort and ultimately the death of Sirius. Harry shuddered, but grit his teeth and wiped his face with his sleeve and continued to read.

Care of Magical Creatures: O

Harry smiled happily, he was glad that he could go back to Hogwarts and show Hagrid that he was in fact a good teacher, despite all of the dangerous animals he owned. Harry glanced at his book list, put down the Hogwarts letter and finally released Pig of his large roll of parchment. Feeling slightly happier Harry unrolled the parchment. To his surprise it was Hermione's handwriting.

Dear Harry, We all miss you very much and we are very sorry that we haven't written for so long! I have been busy doing homework and helping out with the order. We found another nest of Nirkwhimps in the house so we've been cleaning that and it's been really hard. Obviously we can't tell you much; we don't know who is reading our mail. But Harry please be careful, I hope you are all right. Ron and me are worried about you and we hope to see you very soon! Remember to practice occulmancy Harry and be careful!

Love Hermione

Harry unfolded the other parchment and found that his was a letter from Ron. It was scribbled out in certain places and it looked like Ron had changed the wording several times. Intrigued, Harry read the letter.

Harry,

Hope you are ok, me and Hermione, need to tell you something, but we - ok just me- don't know how to tell you. I mean, the right way. We erm, went to the order headquarters and we talked. Mate, we actually didn't argue! I don't know how to say this Harry, we've been mates forever and I don't want to change anything but, I realised, back at the department of mysteries that, I can't handle not being with Hermione. I - I don't know why I'm saying this. It's stupid. You're probably laughing at this right now... Well, I guess I should get to the point. Er Harry, I've had a crush on Hermione for a while now, and it turns out she likes me too! So we erm, decided to, well, you know. But we still want everything to be like it was. We still are a trio and will be here for you. I hope you're not mad. You don't know how hard it is to write this. You know I hate to be slushy. Well, now I just feel stupid, maybe I wont send this. I dunno, but if I have sent this, was it the right thing for me to do? We'll see you soon Harry. Hope the Dursleys are treating you right.

Ron

Harry stared and stared at the parchment. He was genially surprised. That was something Harry had not seen coming. He wasn't mad, but he wasn't happy either. His two best friends...girlfriend and boyfriend? Ron and Hermione? It didn't make sense to Harry. But when Harry thought about it. He realised that Hermione talk to Ron very much like Mrs Weasley often did with her husband. And Ron was furious with Hermione for writing to Viktor Krum. Maybe they were a match? Pig nipped Harry's hand lightly, he looked down and guessed that Ron told Pig to stay until Harry replied. So Harry grabbed a piece of parchment and his quill. Ron, Hey mate congratulations! It's great news you and Hermione are going out! Can't wait to see you. Harry. Harry re read his letter. It was all a lie. In truth Harry was jealous that Ron and Hermione could have a normal life while, he had to either become a murderer or get murdered. If only that stupid prophecy didn't come out, then Voldemort would not have tried to kill him, Voldemort would be killed some other way. Why couldn't Dumbledore kill Voldemort? Why was it that Harry had to do all the dirty work? Was Harry destined to be treated cruelly and be unloved until he reached eleven, when he would face more horrors and trials than many people in the wizarding community? Why couldn't Voldemort have chosen Neville instead? No, no, Harry couldn't wish his fate on anyone because it was too horrible. He sighed, tied the parchment to Pig and watched the tiny owl chirp and shoot out of his window and disappear into the distance. Then Harry threw his glasses on his bedside table and laid back letting himself fall into a deep and troubled sleep.

A.N This is my first fan fic and I really wanted to write something believable, something that will follow on from the last Harry Potter book. So it's quite different to anything I have read on this site. I hope you like it. I know Harry is all miserable right now but things will get better and he wont be staying at the Dursleys for very long! Please R&R chapter 2 will be up shortly.