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Chapter 1. Miserable
A boy 15 of age with untidy jet black hair, and round framed glasses, sat looking out of the smallest window of number four Privet Drive. It was a dark and depressing day, thick black clouds and lightning lit up the sky every minute or two. Harry looked at the clock and it was only three in the afternoon, and by the thick clouds it looked like it was about eight. This summer had been the same as today dark and rainy. There had been only one improvement. The Dursleys wouldn't even look at him. He didn't like the alone time though. Usually at the Dursley's he would love to be left alone, but know he just wanted to talk to someone.
The weather was just like his mood.... Miserable. Everynight Harry was having the same dream. The one were he watched Sirius' body fall through the arch way. He even started to get them in the dreams during the day, so he would think about something that would make him happy. But lately he was having trouble doing so. He would usually just think about flying, but the weather was the exact different from last year. Instead of hot and dry in was dark and stormy.
He than started on to think of Hogwarts. That wasn't even helping, because every time he did he thought of Umbridge and the quill that cut into his hand. So today he tried to think of his friends, Ron and Hermione. It worked for a while but them he got kinda out of memories. He knew that they had been through a lot but he was just mentally tired.
Harry decided to go get something to eat and then go to bed. He walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. None of the Dursleys even look at him. He went to the cupboard and pulled out a box of Raisin Brand. He sat down next to Uncle Vernon and eat in silence. He cleaned his bowl out and was about to leave when Uncle Vernon said "Don't forget that those people we be to get you ."
Harry just kept going. Remus and other members of the order came by twice a week to check on him. Usually they would go over to Miss Figgs and have tea then he would go home. He was gonna try to talk to Remus to see if he could go to the Burrow. Well, at least he hoped the Burrow, he didn't think that he could handle Grimmauld Place.
He went straight to his room, dropped his glasses on the desk and fell face first on his bed.
Harry awoke, and felt refreshed. He looked over at his clock. It was five a.m. 'I guess that's what I get for going to bed at five p.m.' Harry got up and looked out the window, it was still raining. Harry decided to write to Ron, since he had nothing else to do.
Ron,
Hey mate how's it going? Its quiet here. I am meeting with Remus I think. Well, I was just wondering if you found out if I could come over soon or not. Have you got your O.W.L.s results yet? I haven't. Well, the Dursleys are getting up and I am getting hungry.
Harry
Chapter 1. Miserable
A boy 15 of age with untidy jet black hair, and round framed glasses, sat looking out of the smallest window of number four Privet Drive. It was a dark and depressing day, thick black clouds and lightning lit up the sky every minute or two. Harry looked at the clock and it was only three in the afternoon, and by the thick clouds it looked like it was about eight. This summer had been the same as today dark and rainy. There had been only one improvement. The Dursleys wouldn't even look at him. He didn't like the alone time though. Usually at the Dursley's he would love to be left alone, but know he just wanted to talk to someone.
The weather was just like his mood.... Miserable. Everynight Harry was having the same dream. The one were he watched Sirius' body fall through the arch way. He even started to get them in the dreams during the day, so he would think about something that would make him happy. But lately he was having trouble doing so. He would usually just think about flying, but the weather was the exact different from last year. Instead of hot and dry in was dark and stormy.
He than started on to think of Hogwarts. That wasn't even helping, because every time he did he thought of Umbridge and the quill that cut into his hand. So today he tried to think of his friends, Ron and Hermione. It worked for a while but them he got kinda out of memories. He knew that they had been through a lot but he was just mentally tired.
Harry decided to go get something to eat and then go to bed. He walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. None of the Dursleys even look at him. He went to the cupboard and pulled out a box of Raisin Brand. He sat down next to Uncle Vernon and eat in silence. He cleaned his bowl out and was about to leave when Uncle Vernon said "Don't forget that those people we be to get you ."
Harry just kept going. Remus and other members of the order came by twice a week to check on him. Usually they would go over to Miss Figgs and have tea then he would go home. He was gonna try to talk to Remus to see if he could go to the Burrow. Well, at least he hoped the Burrow, he didn't think that he could handle Grimmauld Place.
He went straight to his room, dropped his glasses on the desk and fell face first on his bed.
Harry awoke, and felt refreshed. He looked over at his clock. It was five a.m. 'I guess that's what I get for going to bed at five p.m.' Harry got up and looked out the window, it was still raining. Harry decided to write to Ron, since he had nothing else to do.
Ron,
Hey mate how's it going? Its quiet here. I am meeting with Remus I think. Well, I was just wondering if you found out if I could come over soon or not. Have you got your O.W.L.s results yet? I haven't. Well, the Dursleys are getting up and I am getting hungry.
Harry