A gift long forgotten
Ok, this starts after Order of the Phoenix, and I do not own or take credit for any characters in the Harry Potter series. If you haven't read the fifth book- this will be a spoiler- so consider yourself for warned.
Harry dropped his trunk onto the floor of his small bedroom. He looked around at the familiar setting, and the peeling paint around the window, where bars had been ripped from its edge a few short years ago. He'd forgotten how much time had passed. He didn't know his Godfather then, he didn't even know he had one. Harry shook his head roughly, "No. Not that. Don't think about it right now." He could feel himself being watched, and turned around to find Dudley in the doorway. Harry was surprised that his oaf of a cousin was actually capable of being this quiet. But noticing the sickening grin on Dudley's face, Harry knew that the silence wouldn't be lasting very long. What a shame.
"Hya Freak. How was your year? Kill anybody?" "Alas no." said Harry. "You don't go to my school, so it's hard to get at you, you know. Which is surprising considering your size. But don't worry, I'm home now, and I'm sure I'll succeed sooner or later." Said Harry patting the wand in his right pocket. "You're not allowed. They'll throw you out if you try any of that stuff again." Said Dudley with a slight hint of nervousness in his voice. "What makes you think that I care anymore?" said Harry honestly.
Dudley, knowing he had been defeated turned to go, and slammed the door behind him. "Mum says you're still not to leave the room." Yelled Dudley through the door. "Whatever Mummy says then, Ickly Duddydums!" said Harry through the door. He could hear Dudley tromping down the stairs through the wall, and Harry turned back to his trunk, which he left. He didn't want to unpack. He didn't want to see anything that reminded him of school- or the past year. He didn't want to be a wizard. What good was magic if it still kept him away from Sirius? "No." he thought. "Just forget that. Just for now."
Harry had spent the end of the school year thinking about nothing else. And nobody understood. Sure, Dumbledore tried, but it wasn't the same. Everyone just wanted to move on, but Harry just wanted to forget. Not forever. Just long enough to sleep peacefully. And with that he flopped down onto his bed, face down, taking in the familiar smell of his own bed. It wasn't long however, before he felt the memories creeping in. The sight of his godfather and best friend falling lifelessly, with a look of disbelief, through the dark veil. He would never see him again. "No." Sirius would never breathe again. He would never smile again- because he didn't even have a face with which to smile anymore. "No.shut up..." he was gone, he stopped existing, and nothing would ever bring him back. "SHUT UP!" Harry got up out of his bed and opened Headwig's cage, where she was hooting peacefully, too peacefully. It was driving Harry mad. It reminded him of school. Harry tore open the cage door and pulled it over to the open window, where she flew out, unsure of where she was going. She flapped a moment in front of the window, and then tried to perch on the window sill. "Go away." Said Harry. "I don't care where you go- go visit Ron or something. Just go away." Headwig had a surprisingly emotional face for a bird, as if she couldn't believe what she had heard. Oddly enough, Harry had the distinct impression that Headwig sort of understood- to a point anyway. And instead of being just angry with Harry's behavior, she looked worried. He wasn't being himself, and Harry knew that too. "I'm sorry." He said, not really meaning it. "But please just go away." She blinked a moment, as though contemplating whether it was safe to leave him, and then she soared away into the afternoon sky, just starting to turn purple above the sunset. Harry turned to his bed again, and didn't even try to stop the soft trickle of tears which watered his pillow as he fell asleep.
Ok, this starts after Order of the Phoenix, and I do not own or take credit for any characters in the Harry Potter series. If you haven't read the fifth book- this will be a spoiler- so consider yourself for warned.
Harry dropped his trunk onto the floor of his small bedroom. He looked around at the familiar setting, and the peeling paint around the window, where bars had been ripped from its edge a few short years ago. He'd forgotten how much time had passed. He didn't know his Godfather then, he didn't even know he had one. Harry shook his head roughly, "No. Not that. Don't think about it right now." He could feel himself being watched, and turned around to find Dudley in the doorway. Harry was surprised that his oaf of a cousin was actually capable of being this quiet. But noticing the sickening grin on Dudley's face, Harry knew that the silence wouldn't be lasting very long. What a shame.
"Hya Freak. How was your year? Kill anybody?" "Alas no." said Harry. "You don't go to my school, so it's hard to get at you, you know. Which is surprising considering your size. But don't worry, I'm home now, and I'm sure I'll succeed sooner or later." Said Harry patting the wand in his right pocket. "You're not allowed. They'll throw you out if you try any of that stuff again." Said Dudley with a slight hint of nervousness in his voice. "What makes you think that I care anymore?" said Harry honestly.
Dudley, knowing he had been defeated turned to go, and slammed the door behind him. "Mum says you're still not to leave the room." Yelled Dudley through the door. "Whatever Mummy says then, Ickly Duddydums!" said Harry through the door. He could hear Dudley tromping down the stairs through the wall, and Harry turned back to his trunk, which he left. He didn't want to unpack. He didn't want to see anything that reminded him of school- or the past year. He didn't want to be a wizard. What good was magic if it still kept him away from Sirius? "No." he thought. "Just forget that. Just for now."
Harry had spent the end of the school year thinking about nothing else. And nobody understood. Sure, Dumbledore tried, but it wasn't the same. Everyone just wanted to move on, but Harry just wanted to forget. Not forever. Just long enough to sleep peacefully. And with that he flopped down onto his bed, face down, taking in the familiar smell of his own bed. It wasn't long however, before he felt the memories creeping in. The sight of his godfather and best friend falling lifelessly, with a look of disbelief, through the dark veil. He would never see him again. "No." Sirius would never breathe again. He would never smile again- because he didn't even have a face with which to smile anymore. "No.shut up..." he was gone, he stopped existing, and nothing would ever bring him back. "SHUT UP!" Harry got up out of his bed and opened Headwig's cage, where she was hooting peacefully, too peacefully. It was driving Harry mad. It reminded him of school. Harry tore open the cage door and pulled it over to the open window, where she flew out, unsure of where she was going. She flapped a moment in front of the window, and then tried to perch on the window sill. "Go away." Said Harry. "I don't care where you go- go visit Ron or something. Just go away." Headwig had a surprisingly emotional face for a bird, as if she couldn't believe what she had heard. Oddly enough, Harry had the distinct impression that Headwig sort of understood- to a point anyway. And instead of being just angry with Harry's behavior, she looked worried. He wasn't being himself, and Harry knew that too. "I'm sorry." He said, not really meaning it. "But please just go away." She blinked a moment, as though contemplating whether it was safe to leave him, and then she soared away into the afternoon sky, just starting to turn purple above the sunset. Harry turned to his bed again, and didn't even try to stop the soft trickle of tears which watered his pillow as he fell asleep.