"Harry!" He was pulled from his thoughts once again, by Hermione, as she waved him down, making a space for him at the Gryffindor table. Harry sat down, smiling at her as she began a lecture about how they needed to study more this year and focus less on sports and adventures and what not; like he had any choice in the events that had happened in their first seven years at this school. It's not like he had wanted to be hunted down by a mad man for his whole life. His only plan this year was to focus on his studies. He wasn't planning on getting side tracked by anything this year. He wasn't going to let anything stand in his way.