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Number 4 Private Drive.
Harry Potter lay on hiis back, arms raised above his head in a relaxed position. HIs eyes darted around the room almost frantically as he lay there, his gaze jumping from the small dresser with owl, Hedwig cage sitting atop, to the old cupboard that served as his closet to the window that remained shut with the curtains drawn and on ot many other points of intrest.
Harry actually saw none of these things, though his eyes rested on each of them, for while the position he lay in suggested confort, he was, in fact, feelinng the exact opposite. HIs mind was running through all the things that had happened recently, and all the consequences that had occurred as a result. The biggest one of course was the fact that Death Eaters had attacked Hogwarts last term, killing Professor Dumbledore. The pain of Dumbledore's death had been too much for Harry these last few weeks. The headmaster had been like a grandfather to ihm and was certainly one of the last fatherly figures left to Harry after Sirius' death.
But no that wasn't the only reason Harry was upset, and it wasn't the only reaon he had changed dramatically, around the same time this happened he had lost his love Ginny Weasley. However, unlike Dumbledore, Harry hadn't lost her because she had died. She wasn't even hurt. NO, he had lost her because he had had to give her up; he was too afraid that something would happen to her. She had been the one thing that kept him going. The sacrifice he had made in leaving her had hurt him and strengthened him at the same time. Dumbledore's death and teh separation from Ginny had been the last straws in a life full of tragedy and hardship. Harry Potter was no longer "the boy who lived", nor was he the Chosen One; Harry had become the Man Who Would Fight. And it was a title he could be proud of, it was the only one he'd chosen for himself.
Harry had been living with the Dursleys for the last month of his summer vacation, but though he called the place home and slept there nighty he was almost never there. During the first few days at the Dursleys, all Harry had done was cry. But that was over now. Harry's last tear had fallen and now he would fight.
That particular thought hadn't really occured to Harry until he met Xanth, a young black qizard who reminded him a little of Dumbledore. It wan't that the wizard resembled Dumbledore in behavior or looks, it was more of less that he felt like Dumbledore. He gave off a similar aura.
Oddly enough, Harry had been dreaming of Dumbledore when he first met Xanth. The dream hadn't been anything strange at first. It had begun with Dumbledore just standing there smiling, with his phoenix perched on his shoulder. But then the dream changed. He saw that Dumbledore was now in a room in which a boy lay deep asleep in bed. Harry couldn't see much of the room because it was so dark, and he figured the only reason he could see the room at all was because it was a dream and probably important. So he paid attention as Dumbledore walked over to the sleeping boy and whispered something in his ear; Harry was sure he saw the boy's head nod as if he could hear Dumbledore even though he was asleep. Then, to Harry's amazement, Dumbledore placed his wand near the temple of his head, muttered somethin inaudibly, and withdrew the wand. As he did so, a golden silk-like substance came away with it, and this he placed in the boy and said, "My Magic".
More shocking than even that, though, was when Dumbledore then said, "To Harry I leave my Space." Unfortunately this was where Harry had awoken, feeling quite light headed and lonely. But more than that, he felt the reality of his life more strongly than ever. It wan't pain he felt the most nor was it despair, but rather it was hope and the will to live on. He understood that the dream was real, and even more importantly, he understood what it meant. Dumbledore had departed this world in spirit. His soul was gone, but before he left he had given the sleeping black boy, and Harry himself, a gift. To the boy he had given his powers. Not the powers of a wizard, for those can't be transfered to anothe, but instead Dumbledore's magic had been given to the boy, Pure Magic; he had made him into a warlock. And to Harry he had given the space hismind held. This was a gift just as good as the one given to the sleeping boy, for it meant that Harry's mind had expanded; he now, quite literally, had more space within his head.
Dumbledore had been an extraordinary wizard. He was a genius and the gife he had given to Harry gave him the potential to be the same thing. which was exactly what Harry intended to do. Since he had had the dream, Harry had studied magic day and night, filling his brain with as much knowledge as possible. He had a war to fight and now he had the weapons he needed to fight it.
Harry sat straight up in bed, his gaze no longer darting from side to side while he thought of his past as if he didn't have a future to live. He stood from the bed, picking up his wand as he did so. Pointing it at the window, he quietly whispered a charm that opened it. He pointed the wand at the cupboard and it opened as well, a piece of parchment flying into his hands as it did so. Looking at it, Harry mumured a brief message aloud, "I'm done here; my time is up. If it's alright with you, Ron, I'll be joining you and your family at the Burrow tonight." As the words left his mouth, the appeared on the parchment, and as soon as he was done, Harry rolled it up. Hedwig seem to know what Harry wanted, for without waiting for his command, she took the parchment from his hand and flew out the window.
Harry glanced around at his room. Today would be the last day he had to spend here. It wan't a place he was likely to miss, but he had spent the majority of his life there, and while he had been mistreted and hurt, it was still his home, and true the only living relatives he had in this world despised him because of his magic, it was almost sad because for a long time they were all he had. To his excitment though, today that would change for good, he would be rid of them forever.
Harry looked around the room before silently cleaning it out with his wand. He packed all of his things, and then finally sat down on the bed and picked up a book entitled Advanced Spell Detection and Ways to Trace Magic and began to read whele he earerly awaited the return owl from Ron welcoming him home to the Burrow.