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AN: Ok, explanation time =P Yesh, alot of you have been wondering why Harry is so darn slow and rather...stupid I guess to not realize that he's related to the Potter's in the book, or why he has a scar and all that complicated stuff about his past! Well, here is my explanation to the madness...
In my story, Harry follows the same idea as in- growing up with the Dursleys. The Dursleys used the same lame excuse saying that Harry's parents died in a car accident. Harry, being told that at a young age and being the quiet person he is, simply nods it off and lets his own thoughts come up with explanations of his parent's death. (He has tried many times to figure out who his parents were and how they died, but was unable to- the reason will be revealed later on in the story) As said in Ch.1, Harry does realize he has a funky looking scar on his forehead but merily thinks of it as "a funky looking scar". Basically, he hasn't been told much about his childhood at all. And then many of you must think, then why doesn't he demand to know? Well in my story, Harry isn't as...brave yet and everything, he's more enclosed and timid. If he asks anything about his parents, the Dursleys will simply glower at him and Harry would just slink away. Hope that explains a few questions floating in your heads =) And yes, this is an AU fic.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the original characters in Harry Potter, J. K. Rowling does. The plot and any extra characters belong to me :)

Harry, very much like the rest of the students, were shocked and furious with what had happened to Dean Thomas, the Gyffindor Seeker. Everyone was muttering and shooting daggers towards the Slytherin table during dinner that very evening, yet the Slytherins just had a triumphant look written all across their faces, even though they hadn't won.

There was to be a rematch as soon as Dean recovered, and everyone hoped that it was soon. Harry scanned his eyes over his house members and noticed that the Quidditch team was no where in sight. He shrugged, Probably with Dean...

Harry glanced up when he heard the familiar voice of Hermione Granger, in fact it was the laughter of Hermione that caught his attention. She was surrounded by a couple girls from Gryffindor house, in which Harry recognized as Lavender, Parvati, and the two other girls he had met on the Hogwarts Express.

She's the prettiest of them all...Harry thought matter-of-factly, then caught himself quickly and realized he was blushing. God, what I'm a saying?! This is Hermione Granger, head girl, of course she's pretty! NO! I mean, ugh... He shook his head in frustration as he quickly ignored the conversation from the girls a few feet away from him.

"Oh no!!!"

Ginny Weasley had run up to the table with a devastated look written across her face, her blue eyes very wide. "What is it Gin?" Hermione asked at once.

The red head's sudden arrival had caused most of Gryffindor House to turn their heads and watch her with immense curiousity. "It's Dean! And Ron too! He's having a fit!"

"A fit? Who? Dean or Ron?" Parvati questioned quickly, her usual bright voice suddenly came out rather urgent and worried.

"Ron of course! Dean...well...he wouldn't be capable of having a fit now even if he wanted to!" Ginny wailed and shook her head despairingly. "Dean's in a coma, apparently that bludger that rammed into his head caused some of his blood veins to clot or something like that! I wasn't really listening to Madame Promfrey when she explained the details! But I think I understood the part that Dean was lucky enough to be alive even!"

"A coma?!" Hermione gaped.

Lavender paled, "Dean...? In a coma?"

"Madame Promfrey says she doesn't know when he'll wake, and she's tried her best to fix him up. I mean he won't have any more broken bones by tomorrow morning, since they're fixable. But the inner damage is severe...they fear he's never going to wake again!" Ginny finished looking as if she had just ran a marathon for she was panting from the effort at saying everything so quickly.

"Then Ron is going crazy for Dean's well-being and the Quidditch team! By this rate, if Dean doesn't wake up soon in time for the rematch, Madame Hooch will obviously tell us to get another seeker! And well...there just doesn't seem to be anybody else with the skills!" Ginny sighed in exasperation. "And now Ron's snapping at anyone that goes near him!"

"Oh no..." Rina muttered. "Ron's crazy when he's in that mood."

Hermione frowned, "I hate it when Ron acts like that! I mean, he should just settle down and relax and think of a solution!"

"Easy for you to say Hermione! You know Ron's temper and how he tends to act like a child at times," Ginny said in rather wise tone. "I mean, being his little sister and all, I sometimes feel like his mother!"

"Hallo my fellow Gryffindors."

They turned their heads at their sudden interuption and caught sight of Seamus coming up to them with a rather tired expression. "I had to come here. I couldn't stand another sentence coming out from Ron. Now he's getting all...all bouncy!"

"Bouncy?" Parvati raised an eyebrow.

"Bouncy in a bad way though. Not like he's jumping around in glee," Seamus rolled his eyes. "He's getting all nervous because Madame Hooch came up to the Hospital Wing to see how Dean was doing. To her belief, she thinks Dean won't be awake until months and so...she's scheduled the rematch to be taken place in...a week and a half."

"WHAT?!" Ginny cried out in alarm, causing all the house tables to shift their attention towards them.

"What is it now WEASLEY?! Scared of a little more action?!" Someone from the Slytherin table hollered over to them.

Ginny spun around and glared at the Slytherin table with immense hatred. "Ooooh! I hate those nasty snake-eyed...things!! They don't deserve to be human!!"

Hermione sighed as she witnessed the scene. It didn't seem to be a good time for the Gryffindor Quidditch Team at all.

The tired seventeen year old teen stretched his arms while stiffling a yawn. Harry Potter had just retired to Gryffindor common room after a long class of double Potions in which he had lost 20 points to Gryffindor for being "immensely stupid" according to Snape. The potions master seemed to despise the Gryffindors even more lately, probably because of the 150 points that were taken off from Slytherin for foul play during the Quidditch match.

Harry didn't feel like going up to his room just yet. In fact he was staring at the notice board right beside the boy's bathrooms of Gryffindor Tower. There were many pieces of lose paper tacked onto the board with sayings like "I lost my toad, if you find him, please contact Neville Longbottom . " or notes that simply read "meet me in the library after lunch ". However, one caught Harry's eyes the most. And that was the messily written message that read 'Gryffindor Seeker tryouts- Wednesday November 16 at lunchtime. Eat your lunch quickly and meet me out on the pitch before 12:30 noon. Bring your broom, and if you don't have one, there will be school rented brooms available. Thank you, Ron Weasley.'

He really didn't know what he was thinking of, and why he was too, but he had a mad desire to tryout. Harry chuckled under his breath. Harry Potter, Hogwarts most famous idiot/loser, becomes Gryffindor seeker! He couldn't help but find that thought amusing, yet depressing too. But what if he did get to become seeker? Quidditch was his favorite sport, he would die to be on the team, die to even get to play! All Harry had ever done was learn how to fly, and he noticed that back in their first year he had been quite good at it too. Maybe..maybe this was his chance to show everyone what he was capable of?

Damnit, I'm just going to make a fool out of myself. Harry's brow furrowed in deep thought as his eyes wandered to the neon orange notice again. But...it doesn't hurt to try...right? But what if Ron just stares and asks 'Uh why are you here?' and when you tell him you want to try out he'll laugh his head off? ...Well does that matter? OF COURSE IT DOES...but why? I don't know...I don't need another event for people to point their fingers at me and stare at me as if I was...Snape dressed in a frilly pink dress.

Harry sighed.

"What's wrong?"

Harry jumped slightly at the sudden soft voice that interupted him. But he could recognize that voice anywhere nowadays. "Er...what?" Was the only words he could stutter as he met Hermione's concerned gaze.

"I don't know, you just seemed out of it," She shrugged as she dropped her book bag down beside her. "I just came back from the library mind you, and I heard you mutter and sigh."

"Oh...er...well it's nothing," Harry stared at the bulging bag and then back at Hermione's bright face.

"Oh, I see," She seemed to have noticed Harry's observant eyes on her bag. "Yeah, I have a huge essay to do for Muggle Studies! But it's really fascinating! And it's not that hard since I'm muggle born."

"Really?" Asked Harry in amazement. How could such a perfect witch be muggle born?

Hermione simply nodded and glanced at Harry's expression. "What? Do you have something against muggle borns...if you do.."

"No, no! Of course not...I'm not like Malfoy.." His voice trailed off as he nearly spat out the name.

"Exactly! That good for nothing prat! So you've met him?"

"Not exactly a good thing," Harry pointed out with a scowl. "I see him teasing muggle borns every time I see his face!"

Hermione frowned deeply, "I just don't understand why he's so...so bad!! Just cause he's pure blooded...ugh!" She huffed.

Harry thought she looked rather cute that way but quickly dismissed the thought just as the portait hole swung open and revealed Ron.

"'Mione! Just the person I needed to see! Thank bloody hell!" Ron sighed in relief and caught sight of Harry. "Oh, hey Harry."

Harry nodded and noticed that Ron was looking bewildered and his flaming red hair seemed awfully ruffled. Hermione eyed her friend once over and sighed, "Really Ron! You have to learn to take care of yourself! You're what? Seventeen!"

"I am taking care of myself! I'm just damn mad at those.."

"Ron!" Hermione snapped in dispproval.

"Ok, ok! I'm just ...extremely...mad at those Slytherins! Is that ok mam'?" Ron muttered in annoyance as he literally fell onto the cushioned seat behind him.

"Is Dean ok?" Harry broke the sudden silence.

"No, he's in a coma," Ron was staring hard at the mahogany table in front of him. "Darn those Slytherins! I say their whole team should be suspended!"

"Well we know that'll never happen Ron, " Hermione had hulled her book bag onto her shoulder and looked just about ready to leave. "I'm leaving now, and I expect to see that you've done at least something with your Muggle Studies essay."

Ron groaned, "Hermione! Give me a break, ok! The only reason I even decided to take Muggle Studies was because of you and your endless persuasions to take it! And now I'm stuck writing an essay about tebelvicun!"

"Tebelvicun?" Harry shifted his glasses and blinked.

"He means television," Hermione corrected before heading towards the potrait.

"Where are you going?" Ron asked with slight interest.

"My room," Was her short reply before she was out of sight.

Ron sighed and leaned back in his arm chair. "She is so weird sometimes!"

"...I..I guess," Harry shrugged. What could he say about a girl he didn't know too much about?

"Tryouts are in two days, it's really rushed isn't it? I wonder who would even want to tryout, with the incident concerning Dean and all that...everyone's probably scared out of their knickers," Ron looked distressed as he glanced at the notice board.

"No, well, even I would like to try out," Harry blurted out.

Ron suddenly sat up straighter. "You? Harry? Tryout?"

Harry shrunk back in his seat, turning redder by the second. "Ok, I know, it's lame."

"NO! NOT AT ALL!!" Ron nearly yelled as he leapt up from his seat and clapped Harry on the back. "That's the kind of bravery we need nowadays! So you're really going to try out?!"

"Er...I'm..I.." Harry glanced at Ron's hopeful face and sighed. "Er...I guess so."

"GREAT! Thanks for getting me back on my feet Harry, I think maybe more people will try out now! I mean, even you do!" Ron half walked half skipped up the stairs to the boy dormitories, leaving a shocked Harry behind.

"Was that a compliment or were you criticizing me?" Harry wondered out loud. He must be desperate to be that excited about me trying out...

That was when it dawned on him once again, at what he had just gotten himself into. "Oh great! I'm not even sure if I can fly straight on a broom and now I'm trying out to be a seeker!"

Harry scratched his head stressfully. I've really gone mad...

"Harry Potter..."

He could feel his feet moving quicker as the voice hissed out his name, cold beaded sweat rolled down the side of his cheek and to his chin. He shivered slightly, although he didn't feel cold, in this case, he felt...nothing. Neither cold nor warmth seemed to exist anymore.

"I've been waiting."

All at once a bright light abrupted from nowhere and his eyes were blinded by the sudden contact of light. His arms mentally shifted to shield his eyes from the light, but soon the light seemed normal and he was able to look around him.

He could feel himself holding his breath, not really knowing where he was, and why he was here. Who did that voice belong to? "Who..who are you?" He was quite surprised he could actually speak in this situation, for he was head to toe in fright.

"Fool..." The voice muttered. "They were all fools, not to have told you of my existense long before now. They have made a great mistake to not warn...the-boy-who-lived."

"Destiny you fool!" The voice boomed and he felt his ear drums vibrate with the defening echo of the voice. "They all believe that your destiny is to defeat me...that you are their savior. They are so foolish, so pathetically stupid...even Albus Dumbledore."

"Professor Dumbledore?"