Harry woke early. He looked out the window sadly and found it to be raining.
How appropriate. He thought sadly.
Harry watched as the raindrops raced down the window. He quickly got dressed and slipped out of the common room. The castle was empty as he went ran through to the back door. He ran out and stood in the grassy area beside the lake.
The cold ripped at his very being.
Harry looked up at the gray, rainy sky. He felt tears burn his eyes and was glad of the rain.
Harry's gasps for breath on this cold January day pained his lungs. He was glad for it.
He watched the bare branches shake in the wind.
Happy birthday mom.
Maybe if Harry's eyes hadn't been so blinded by the burning tears, he would've noticed that he wasn't the only one using the rain as a shield for the tears spilt for Lily Evans Potter.
Author's note: I hope you liked this slightly depressing story.
Author's Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own anything of the world of Harry Potter.
Author's Command: Please review if you have a heart, or know someone who does.