A/N: Hello there. My name is Greg and this right here is my very first attempt at writing fan fiction.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter Franchise.

The Portkey deposited Harry in the headmaster's office. Harry picked himself off the floor and dusted himself off, a minute later Dumbledore appeared behind his desk.

Before Dumbledore could speak, Harry started walking to the door. "Harry wait there are a few things I would like to discuss with you."

Harry pretended not to hear him and tugged on the door handle. "It will not open Harry."

"Let me out." He said not turning around.

"We need to talk Harry."

"No!" Harry shouted. "You've had all year to talk to me and all you did was avoid me. Let me out." He said once more.

"No I will not let you go until you hear what I have to say." This time Harry had turned around and Dumbledore's face fell when he saw the anger, hurt and betrayal in the young man's eyes.

"What could be so important?" He asked his voice cracking at the end.

"Please sit Harry." Dumbledore motioned for him to take a seat. After several calming breaths, he reluctantly sat down.

"I have made a grave mistake in ignoring you this year and another by not telling you what you need to know and it cost you someone close to you. For this I am truly sorry and I hope that you can find it in your heart to forgive a foolish old man." He paused but Harry remained silent.

"However I believe now would be a good time to come clean." Harry said nothing he just sat there in silence. "The reason Voldemort attacked your family all those years ago was because of a prophecy, the very same he was trying to take from you at the ministry."

"It broke. The prophecy fell out of Neville's pocket and broke."

"I know that Harry but it just so happens that I know what the prophecy says." Dumbledore said superiorly. "And I believe that it is time to tell you why Voldemort attacked you 15 years ago." Dumbledore drew in a deep breath and began reciting the prophecy.

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ... Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies ..."

"And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not ... And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives ..."

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies ..."

"This was what Voldemort wanted. He only heard half of the prophecy and wanted to know the rest." Harry just sat there staring at Dumbledore.

After about a minute Harry spoke and Dumbledore let out a breath he did not realize he was holding. "What is the power that Voldemort doesn't know?"

Dumbledore smiled widely and prepared to tell his tale. "Well you see Harry, growing up Tom had no one but-"

"Stop doing that just give me a straight answer." Harry said cutting off what would have been a very long story.

Dumbledore looked taken aback he did a good impression of a goldfish for about a second before recovering. He covered up his irritation with Harry and continued. "Very well Harry. The power Voldemort knows not is Love." He leaned forward in his seat expecting a reaction from Harry. What he got was another blank stare.

After another long silence, Harry asked another question. "Where are my friends?"

"Excuse me?" This was all Dumbledore could say. He had expected Harry to ask more questions concerning the prophecy or at least express some type of emotion. He would be sorely disappointed.

"Where are my friends?" Harry repeated his question with an emotionless face.

"I had them transported to the hospital wing. They are currently under Madam Pomfrey's care." Harry got up from his chair and Dumbledore had to physically restrain him self from shouting at Harry. "Where are you going?" He asked in the calmest voice he could

"To see my friends." Was his simple answer.

"But we have not-" Harry cut him off again.

"I listened to what you have to say and honestly Professor Dumbledore my head hurts and I do not feel well, could we discuss this another time, maybe after I am rested and healed." It wasn't a question and Dumbledore knew this. He was tempted to force Harry to sit and listen but reasoned that it would get him nowhere.

"Very well Harry we will continue this discussion at a later time." There was a click and the door opened. Harry said Goodnight and left Dumbledore's office. Dumbledore was scowling at the retreating form of Harry. "That boy is getting out of hand." He murmured.

The portrait of Phineas Nigellus chose this particular moment to 'wake up'. "How so Dumbledore."

"I decide to tell him the prophecy and he doesn't even bat an eye." Dumbledore stopped and contemplated something for a moment. "He may be going dark."

"What happened at the Ministry Albus?" The portrait of Phineas Nigellus asked as he rolled his eyes at Dumbledore's insinuation of the boy. Dumbledore turned and faced the former headmaster.

"So you were listening." Phineas just glared. "Sirius died fighting at the Ministry tonight and I am to blame because I kept Harry in the dark (with good reason might I add) and if I am not mistaken Harry blames me too however he must continue to listen to me or I will have to take some drastic measures."

Phineas scoffed. "The boy is just in shock and needs time to rest. It doesn't mean he is going dark." As an afterthought, he added. "You really must stop meddling in his life."

Dumbledore chose to ignore him.

Harry was currently walking down the deserted corridors of Hogwarts toward the hospital wing. His mind was working in overdrive. He had momentarily forgotten that Sirius was dead.

When Dumbledore told him the prophecy, he began trying to figure it out and honestly, it really wasn't that hard. Either he would die or he would have to kill Voldemort.

While thoughts of killing Voldemort and the unknown power Harry seemed to have floated through his mind another thought joined, thoughts of Hermione. Harry wanted to see her badly and it took him all of his willpower to stay seated while Dumbledore was talking.

He knew why he was so worried about her. It was something that both he and Sirius talked about during Christmas "when he was alive" Harry said aloud and a wave of sadness washed over him before he pushed it away. Harry liked Hermione as more than just a friend.

It had started during second year when she had been petrified every night he had snuck into the hospital wing and sat next to her holding her hand and talking to her.

When she had woken up, he had never been happier, and since then his love for her had become stronger. At the beginning of his fourth year, he planned to tell her how he felt about her but then he was entered into the bloody tournament. She had even believed that he didn't enter himself when everyone else did.

Harry realized that she was always there for him when he needed her the most. Every time he had a problem, she had a solution. A smile formed on his lips when he remembered their flight on Buckbeak and how tightly she held on to him.

However, two things were keeping him for asking her to be his girlfriend. He wasn't sure she liked him back and he was afraid that Voldemort would try to kill her.

He soon found himself outside the doors of the hospital wing. Opening it slightly he stuck his head in and peered inside. Madame Pomfrey was nowhere in sight. Grinning he stepped inside and closed the door. Carefully and as quietly as he could he began searching for Hermione.

"Mr. Potter just exactly what are you doing?" Harry jumped at the voice and turned around to see Madame Pomfrey glaring at him.

He smiled sheepishly. "I uh need to uh Professor uh." He stammered. She shook her head at him and then surprised him.

"Ms. Granger is in the warded off section over there." She said pointing behind him. Harry blushed, his face becoming as red as Ron's hair.

"I never said anything about Hermione."

She was glaring at him again. "Do I look stupid to you Mr. Potter?" She demanded.

"N..No."

"Good." She walked away from him.

"Wait!" He called out. She stopped and turned her head. "How did you know I was here?"

"This is my hospital wing Mr. Potter I know everything that goes on in here." She said stressing the word everything. Harry blushed even harder.

"Did this mean she knew about second year?" He was about to ask her but she was already gone.

Finding the warded off section he saw Hermione sleeping peacefully in one of the beds. He grabbed a metal chair, brought it over to her bed, and sat beside her.

She was pale and her hair was even bushier than before. Harry could see some of the cuts she had gotten in the fight were healing fast thanks to Madame Pomfrey.

He watched her sleep for quite a while before he said anything. "I know that you're sleeping but hopefully you can hear me. I'm sorry." He paused thinking of what he wanted to say.

"I should have listened to you. I mean when are you ever wrong. But I didn't listen and I endangered you and the others and Sirius died. I don't know how else to say that I'm sorry." He took her hand and held it Hermione moved slightly and Harry looked at her. She was still sleeping. He resumed talking.

Hermione felt at peace. She was floating on a cloud and nothing could harm her. She was dreaming that she was graduating from Hogwarts and Dumbledore was presenting her with awards for being the top of her class and for being Head Girl.

Dumbledore opened his mouth to speak but instead of his voice, she heard Harry's voice. Hermione was confused Dumbledore was talking in Harry's voice and saying things that she couldn't understand. "Wait what?" She said aloud and everything began to dissolve around her. She began to hear Harry's voice much clearer.

"… I endangered you and the others and Sirius died. I don't know how else to say that I'm sorry." She heard him say.

Her brain was processing what was going on. She then realized she was in the Hospital wing from the sanitary smell alone. She had not yet opened her eyes but flinched when she felt someone grab her hand.

What she heard next both shocked and pleased her to no end.

"I love you Hermione." Harry let out a huge sigh before a small laugh escaped him. "The day I actually decide to tell you how I feel about you, you're asleep." He laughed again before looking at her.

His green eyes landed on her wide chocolate orbs. There was a long silence broken by Harry. "Hermione." He whispered.

"Do you mean that Harry?" She asked not wanting to get her hopes up. Truth to be told she loved him too only she realized it a lot sooner than he did, she realized she liked him from the moment he saved her from the troll but could never work up the courage to tell him.

He nodded slowly and she began to cry. "Oh no Hermione don't cry I'm sorry, I should have known that you didn't like me." Harry said in a defeated voice.

She began laughing through her sobs and Harry assumed she was laughing at him. "I'm sorry." He repeated as his face heated up in embarrassment and he got up to leave.

She realized what he thought her laughing meant and as fast as she could in her current state, she managed to hold onto his finger as his hand slipped out of hers. "I wasn't laughing at you Harry I was laughing because I am relieved." Her voice was weak and her throat felt like sandpaper but she kept talking. "I love you too." She felt Harry go limp before falling back into his seat.

She tried to sit up but let out a low moan and dropped back down on the bed. She saw the worry in Harry's eyes and she knew he was blaming himself for what happened to her. "It's not your fault Harry." She said in a raspy voice.

He nodded and took her hand intertwining his fingers with hers. He asked her the questions he had wanted to for over a year now. "Hermione will you be my girlfriend?"

"Of course Harry." Harry's face split into a wide grin and so did hers. "Kiss me Harry." He nodded and leaned in closer, her eyes closed and their lips met.

Her lips were pressing against his and he marveled at how soft they were. He licked her lower lip asking permission and she opened her mouth. His tongue slipped in he began exploring her mouth.

He felt and heard her laugh before her tongue met his and a fierce battle took place. They eventually decided they needed oxygen and Harry pulled away. Some color returned to her pale face and she was breathing hard. She turned her head on the pillow and stared at him. Harry chuckled softly when he saw her puffy lips and flushed face but what stood out the most was the happiness in her eyes.

"That was wonderful." Harry grinned and ran his hand through his hair. They didn't talk much content with small kisses. Soon she was beginning to drift off again and Harry started to get up seeing that she was falling asleep. "No stay with me tonight." He nodded and sat back down. Both he and Hermione fell asleep holding hands and dreaming of each other.

Harry felt himself being nudged awake as a voice shouted his name. "Mr. Potter!" The voice shouted and he was jabbed none too softly in the ribs. "Mr. Potter wake up." Harry jerked awake quickly rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He was missing his glasses so everything was just colorful blobs to him.

Madam Pomfrey had a disapproving look on her face as she handed the boy back his glasses. Harry took them with grateful thanks and slipped them onto his face.

He smiled when he saw that Hermione was awake looking a lot better than last night. "How are you feeling?"

"Slightly better." Her voice was still low and scratchy. "It only hurts to talk and there is a huge scar." She said indicating where the spell had hit her. Harry hung his head in shame. "Harry I already told you that it wasn't your fault."

Madam Pomfrey was irritated. These two had been completely ignoring her and she did not like being ignored especially in her own domain. Clearing her throat a little louder than necessary, she finally got the attention of the two students. "I need to run some tests on Ms. Granger. You," She said pointing to Harry. "Stink. Go take a shower in the hospital bathroom I should be finished with your friend by then.

Harry stepped under the hot water and let out a long sigh. The hot water did wonders for his tired and aching body. It also cleared his mind and allowed the fifteen-year-old time to think.

"I'm weak." He said aloud. "I I'm pathetic. How can I fight Voldemort when he's so much stronger than I am, how in the world am I supposed to beat a powerful dark lord that knows more about magic than I do?" Memories of the night before assaulted him, his knees gave out, and he fell on the floor of the shower before curling up into a ball.

His tears mixed with the shower water as he cried for the loss of his godfather and the unfairness of his life. He thought about Cedric's death the first of many, he thought of his godfather and Hermione. She was at the forefront of his thoughts.

He thought of her smile and how beautiful she looked. He thought of how innocent she and all his other friends were in this fucked up world and without him knowing, the tears stopped when he remembered all the good times he had with her and Ron. "I have to protect that."

He got up a new resolve shone on his face. "I have to protect them." He shut off the water and began toweling off himself. He needed to visit Dumbledore.

Rushing out of the bathroom, he ran over to Hermione's bed. She smiled when she saw him. "Madam Pomfrey said I should be out by lunch time." He smiled and sat down on the bed next to her.

They shared several small kisses before Harry got back up. "I need to speak to Dumbledore about something's I'll see you at lunch if not sooner." Hermione noticed the slight change in Harry and couldn't figure out what caused it.

Harry ran all the way up to the stone gargoyle only to realize that he did not know the password. He was about to start guessing when the gargoyle jumped aside to reveal the winding staircase. Harry quickly hopped on and knocked on the headmaster's door.

"Come in Harry." Dumbledore said. He was sitting behind his desk drinking something from a fancy looking gold goblet. "Lemon Drop Harry?" He asked pushing the bowl towards him. Shaking his head, no Harry made himself comfortable in one of Dumbledore's squishy armchairs.

Dumbledore was smiling and was happier than he had been yesterday. The boy was back and Dumbledore was sure he would listen now. "How are you feeling Harry?" He leaned forward in his chair a sad smile on his old face.

"I feel better." Dumbledore waited for Harry to continue but seeing, as he wasn't Dumbledore decided to move on with the conversation.

"Are you ready to discuss the Prophecy Harry?"

"Actually no I am not I have in fact already figured it out and am here to make a request."

A small flash of irritation crossed the Headmasters face before he smiled again. "And what might that be Harry?"

Harry took a deep breath. "I would like for you to train me so that I can, when the time comes be ready to fight and kill Voldemort." Silence and that was all that there was, not even the portraits were making any noise. They were all too focused on what was happening.

"I am sorry Harry but I cannot comply with your request."

"What? But why? Surely you understood what the prophecy meant." Harry shouted angrily. This was beginning to remind him of the start of the year where no one wanted to tell him anything or let him do anything.

"Because I do not believe you are ready for it."

"What do you mean I'm not ready?"

"You are much too young to shoulder this type of burden I will train you when I believe that you can handle it (or when you stop questioning me)." He added in his mind, Dumbledore looked displeased and made sure that Harry saw it.

But right now Harry could have cared less. Dumbledore couldn't believe it but Harry actually growled at him. "Fine!" He shouted storming out of the room.

The minute Harry had left Dumbledore's grandfatherly persona dropped only to be replaced by a mask of anger. "Insolent brat, how dare he question me?" Dumbledore spat.

"You know that your plan will not work Dumbledore." The sorting hat said from on top of the shelf.

"Oh and why is that Sam." He glared at the sorting hat.

"Because the boy is strong and once he comes into his inheritance you will not be able to stop him and trust me when he finds out what you did. I just hope I'll be around to watch."

Dumbledore sneered. "I know that and it is why I must keep him away from Gringotts until he is seventeen. Only then will I allow him to claim the powers that are rightfully his. Why else did you think I told Molly take the boy's key to the bank. He will follow my plans whether he knows it or not. And when I'm ready, I will send him to fight Voldemort. Now excuse me I have other business to attend to."

"Even you cannot stop destiny Dumbledore." Sam the sorting hat shouted.

"Do you think he will learn?" Phineas asked.

"I hope so." The sorting hat said.

Harry was seething with barely-contained rage. "Fuck!" He shouted at the top of his lungs and continued to stalk the halls glaring at anyone who looked at him.

Eventually he noticed he had a stalker. "Hey Potter!" The voice of Draco Malfoy shouted.

Harry's hand slipped into his pocket and he gripped his wand. Turning around he saw his enemy for five years standing just a few feet away from him. Harry noticed the distinct lack of a sneer on his face and bodyguards. Harry's eyes narrowed and he glanced around looking for Crabbe and Goyle.

"Oh don't worry about them. They had other business to attend to." Malfoy began moving closer.

"What do you want Malfoy?" Harry asked suspiciously. Malfoy closed his eyes for a second and took a deep breath.

"Listen closely cause I'm only going to say this once." Here he paused and took another deep breath. "I am sorry for everything that happened between us during the last four years. And; thank you for getting my father arrested."

"Why in the hell are you apologizing and why thank me I thought you wanted to be just like your father." Malfoy's scowl returned at his words.

"Your right I used to want to be just like him, but that was before school started; he took me out and showed me what a Death Eater did." Harry saw the horror and revulsion flash across his face. "He raped a Muggle woman right in front of me and I tried to leave but he petrified me and made me watch as he raped tortured and then kill her." Tears were now streaming down his pale face. "I realized that day that I could never bring myself to do that to a person no matter who they were." Malfoy gave a shudder and continued with his story.

"When I told him I would not become a Death Eater he became angry and beat be until I was one big bruise. The only reason I was so cruel this year was because he threatened to kill my mother and I."

Harry too was revolted he now wished he had done worse that just stun the elder Malfoy. Draco started talking again once he had dried his tears. "My mother never wanted anything to do with Death Eaters but she was forced to marry him. However, when she was told he was arrested she took the chance and divorce him I found out this morning. So once again thank you Potter. Because of you my mother and I are free."

He held out his hand for Harry to shake it. "How about we start over with a clean slate. My name is Draco just Draco."

Harry slowly grabbed his hand and shook it. "Harry, Harry Potter. So does this mean we are friends now?"

Draco looked horrified. "Oh gods no, I will still make all your lives hell."

Harry could only stare at Draco. "So does this mean that you could actually be a good person?"

Malfoy gave a laugh. "Maybe."

The two of them stared at each other before bursting out laughing. "How come you don't have a last name?" Harry asked once their laughing fit subsided.

"When my mother divorced Lucius she dropped the name. Before she was a Malfoy she was a Black and she has yet to meet with the current head of the Black family to be reinstated." Harry nodded not quite understanding what the blonde was saying.

Draco left after Harry asked him a few more questions. Making his way back to the hospital wing where he wondered how much weirder this day could get. Hermione silently crept out of the hospital wing trying not to alert Madame Pomfrey. "Hey its not lunch yet." Harry exclaimed causing Hermione to jump.

"Oh Harry your back, well she said I could leave only if I didn't over exert myself. So what was it you needed to talk to Dumbledore about?"

He grabbed her hand and they began walking. "It's a long story." Suddenly the hospital wing doors burst open and an angry medi witch stepped out and began shouting at the two. "Run!" Harry yelled and the couple took off down the corridor laughing merrily all the way.

A/N: Well this is it for chapter one. I want to know what you guys think of it so I can know what you guys want and like in a story. So drop a review and tell me what you think of the story. All types of reviews welcome even flames.