Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (but different)

Chapter one

"Harry get down here!" Hermione called from the 5th landing in number 12 Grimawld Place.

"Wassamadder?" Harry said blearily as he stepped out of Ron and his room.

"Breakfast is ready, so hurry up everyone is already down stairs," Hermione said. Harry groaned and walked back in their dark room to get dressed.

Harry, never really liking the place, wondered why they were staying at Grimawld Place in the first place. Sirius had died... Why should they live in his old home? Even though Sirius had given it to Harry in his will, Harry still thought it was wrong to live in his dead Godfather's old house.

But Harry tried to forget those thoughts as he finished getting ready and started walking downstairs to the kitchen. Obviously failing though because he walked straight into someone half-way down the stairs. "Sorry!" He said before realizing that he had run into Ginny Weasley, Ron's younger sister.

"Sorry Ginny," He repeated.

"It's okay," She laughed, "Hermione just told me to come and get you, she said you probably went back to sleep," It was Harry's turn to laugh this time. "Shall we go down to breakfast then?" He asked and she agreed.

Together they made their way down to the kitchen finding Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, Mr. And Mrs. Weasley, Remus, Mad-eye, and Tonks all sitting at the table eating and talking. Upon Harry and Ginny's entry Molly Weasley got up to escort Harry to a sit next to Ron and give him some food, Ginny already having food and a seat.

"And there you are, tuck in, tuck in," She said to him, handing him a plate of food and sitting back down.

"Finally mate, I was starting to think Hermione was right and you went back to sleep," Ron said to Harry through a mouth full of Bacon

"Yeah, well i might if you don't stop spraying me with bacon," Harry replied grinning.

After breakfast Harry and Ron had to cut vegetables for dinner that night, while Hermione and Ginny cleaned the dishes. "Blimey, why can't we just play Quidditch or something mum can use MAGIC for Merlin's sake, why can't she do this?" Ron complained yet again.

"I dunno," Harry said for the 5th time.

"Or Fred and George, but no, they get to go in their room and do...whatever it is they do in there," Ron finished grumpily.

"Maybe, Ronald, your mum wants us to do something without magic for once. Besides there's no land to play Quidditch on,"

"Your just saying that because you don't like Quidditch," Ron snapped and Hermione rolled her eyes.

The day continued slowly on with the four doing chores until finally they finished their last one, and while Ginny went to wash up, Harry, Ron, and Hermione went back up to Ron's room before dinner.

Harry decided it was time to tell Ron and Hermione all that Dumbledore had told him last year about the prophecy. He just didn't know where to begin, so he started awkwardly "I have to tell you guys something,"

"What is it Harry?" Hermione said tentatively

"Look, I'm the Chosen One, the rumors are true... I have to kill Voldemort," he blurted out ignoring the flinch from Ron at the sound of Voldemort's name.

"Oh Harry... Are you scared?" Hermione whispered

"I don't know... Not so much anymore," He replied.

"We'll be with you mate," Ron said encouragingly.

"Thanks guys," Harry smiled weakly as the truth hit him again...he had to defeat Voldemort, no one else could do it besides him. Was he scared? It didn't matter either way, he had to do this. He had to defeat Voldemort, and he would.