Harry Potter and the Triumph of Emotions

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My name is Harry Potter. I am 16 years old and I live at Number Four Privet Drive. I live with my aunt Petunia, my uncle Vernon, and my cousin Dudley, who are my only living relatives. To most people, I am not ordinary. For example, I hate summer and wish that I could go back to school. Second, I never look forward to my birthdays. Also, I am a wizard. Don't get me wrong, I won't hex you (just Malfoy). In fact, I've only gotten detention for talking back to a teacher, well and fighting (but those were special cases). I'm not a delinquent; there are just some people who go out of their way to ruin my life. But then again, it can't get much worse. My parents died while I was an infant, my uncle, aunt, and cousin hate me, I got kicked off of the Quidditch team, the girl who I had a crush on was, well, a jealous, weeping, jump to the wrong conclusions, type of girl. Hermione and Ron (my two best friends) and I have to take care of a 16 foot giant, and the most feared wizard is after me. I am not telling you this because I want sympathy. This is just my life, my story; this is me, Harry Potter.

Thankfully some good has happened to me. I met my two best friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. These two, although at times aggravating, are the only thing that keeps me sane. Ron is a lot like me, a procrastinator (at least with homework and studying). He would rather joke, then take things seriously (which is what I need some times). Hermione is my reality check. It pays to be friends with the smartest person in your entire school. Hermione lives to study and studies to live. I swear that she memorizes all of our books before the teachers do. It's a little scary at times. But what can I say, they're my friends. Ron is like my brother and Hermione is like my... Well, I'm not really sure if sister is accurate, but she's always dependable. Like last year, when the whole Cho fiasco was going on, Hermione was the only one who I could really talk to and ask for advice, but even she wasn't that helpful because she told me what to do after my date had crashed and burned. Still, I can't wait to see them at school or see what will come to pass this year, my second to last year.

Chapter 1: Platform 9 & 3/4

It feels so good to see the Hogwarts Express. Hm, no sign of Ron or Hermione, I guess I'll check onboard. I walked down the hall, quickly glancing in the compartments when I heard fast approaching footsteps. Malfoy, I tell myself, instinctively reaching into my robes to grab my wand. I then feel some one throw their arms around me in a tight embrace.

"Harry!" Hermione excitedly said. "How are you?" I turned around and hugged her back, telling her that I am fine considering all that has happened. I released her and looked at
her. She hasn't really changed that much, she's still pretty. I stopped myself from staring at her and looked around for Ron.

"Where's Ron?" I asked her.

"Oh, um, well, I actually don't know. I figured that you had met up with him. Oh well, he'll know where to look for us. Let's go find an empty compartment to sit in."

I followed her down the hall where she grabbed my hand, said, "Here's one" and pulled me inside. I sat down and felt the seat move as she sat down beside me. I don't mind though, I've had little contact with civil company all summer.
We talked along the way, asking about each other's summer, but something had been bugging me for a while and I had to get it out.

"Hermione?" I tentatively said.


"There is something that I need to confess to you."

Author's Note: I wrote this story before HBP so that's why his sixth year is different. Also, reviews are greatly loved and appreciated. Thanks for the reads!