Broken Fate
By: Cross E
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Harry Potter. But I do own the original characters in this fanfic.
Chapter 1: Sleepless Night
A new day was breaking on the horizon of the street of Privet Drive. For a summer's morning, the clouds were not a welcome sight. The faint outline of the moon was beginning to vanish as the sun of a new day rose, but the clouds kept the light to a minimum. The birds were not singing their song, but perhaps it was because of a stray cat who had been prowling around on several roofs, wanting them for it's next meal. All of the houses on Privet Drive had neatly trimmed lawns and beautiful displays of flowers, and number four was no different
The inhabitants of number four Privet Drive were all sleeping, except for one occupant. A sixteen year old Harry Potter was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling, his messy black hair even more messy than usual and his emerald eyes with heavy bags underneath. This was not the first time he had not been able to sleep. For most of the summer he had been this way, and now in early August, it was taking it's toll on the young boy. Harry's thoughts were always straying to his Godfather, Sirius Black. He had lost his godfather a few months ago, but the pain always seemed fresh to him. No matter what he told anyone, he was not coping with the lose at all. The only thing keeping him going at the moment was the fact Sirius would be most upset with him if he gave up.
Harry glanced at his bedside table. On it were letters from Ron and Hermione, both begging him to send replies. But Harry couldn't, he didn't know what to say to them. He felt like he was truly alone in this world and he didn't want anything to happen to anyone else. The only letters he sent were to the Order of the Phoenix every three days to say that he was fine, but those were always short.
The prophecy also hung in Harry's mind like a dark shadow waiting to envelop him. The fate of the world rested in his hands; he knew that he would be the one who would fight the Dark Lord, Voldemort, but he didn't think it would be on this grand a scale. He would either kill Voldemort, or be killed.
A soft hooting noise made Harry glance aside. Hedwig, his snowy owl was looking at him with her huge amber eyes. Harry slid off his bed and went to his companion.
"You must think I'm nuts, huh girl?" he whispered, lest he wake the Dursleys. "Well, you might not be far off."
Hedwig just stared at Harry as he stroked her feathers. Harrysighed quietly; she was the only contact he had; he didn't even talk to the Dursleys if he could help it.
Harry looked up at the letters again. He sighed sadly. "I'd let you take letters to Ron and Hermione, only I haven't the heart to write to them. And the Order doesn't need my letter until tomorrow." He climbed back into his bed. He didn't fall asleep, but continued to stare at the ceiling. His eyes pricked with tears.
'I wish you were here Sirius.'