"The Scar"
Chapter 1: Privet Drive, Again
All was quiet at Number 12, Privet Drive. Harry Potter was out walking the streets most days, and Dudley was off with his gang all the time. Petunia and Vernon actually liked the quiet, they didn't have to worry about what that Potter Boy was doing with himself, they knew he was perfectly safe and that he couldn't use his "gift" outside of his school. This suited them quite nicely.
Harry was sitting in his favourite position. The swing set in the park. He was brooding, as usual, when he heard the unmistakable sound of Dudley's gang coming up. He glanced up at them, but they weren't really interested in Harry.
'Sirius is dead. There's nothing you can do about it you know. Brooding isn't going to bring him back is it?'
Harry scowled, as the thoughts returned to his head yet again those holidays. He got up, and walked back to Number 12, his home, and up to his room where he got out a piece of parchment and composed a letter.
Ron,
I don't know why I'm writing this to you, I guess now that. he's gone. I don't have him to turn to. Ron I don't know what to do with myself. I'm brooding all the time and I can't seem to get out of this depression. I need to get out of here.
Harry
Harry turned his attention to Hedwig's cage, she hooted, knowing already what he wanted. He tied the letter to her leg and watched her take off. He sighed. He was hoping for a quick reply.
Chapter 1: Privet Drive, Again
All was quiet at Number 12, Privet Drive. Harry Potter was out walking the streets most days, and Dudley was off with his gang all the time. Petunia and Vernon actually liked the quiet, they didn't have to worry about what that Potter Boy was doing with himself, they knew he was perfectly safe and that he couldn't use his "gift" outside of his school. This suited them quite nicely.
Harry was sitting in his favourite position. The swing set in the park. He was brooding, as usual, when he heard the unmistakable sound of Dudley's gang coming up. He glanced up at them, but they weren't really interested in Harry.
'Sirius is dead. There's nothing you can do about it you know. Brooding isn't going to bring him back is it?'
Harry scowled, as the thoughts returned to his head yet again those holidays. He got up, and walked back to Number 12, his home, and up to his room where he got out a piece of parchment and composed a letter.
Ron,
I don't know why I'm writing this to you, I guess now that. he's gone. I don't have him to turn to. Ron I don't know what to do with myself. I'm brooding all the time and I can't seem to get out of this depression. I need to get out of here.
Harry
Harry turned his attention to Hedwig's cage, she hooted, knowing already what he wanted. He tied the letter to her leg and watched her take off. He sighed. He was hoping for a quick reply.