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"Wake up and make us some breakfast, NOW!" Aunt Petunia banged on the door.
Harry woke with his face in his pillow and his cheeks all damp. He had the feeling of sadness and hate every time he woke up this summer. Another long summer.
Harry got up and crossed out another day on the calendar. Only four more weeks to go, when he remembered that at this time last year he was waking up for the first time at the order of the phoenix. He felt his eyes glisten again with tears and he tried to shake himself off so he could go make the Dursley's breakfast.
"Well hurry up boy!" Uncle Vernon shouted as he entered the kitchen.
"What's wrong with your face? It's all red and puffy?" Said Big-D
"Nothing." When really it wasn't nothing, in fact Harry felt as though he could have broken down right there into a river of tears. Every time an owl came to deliver a letter Harry was always hoping to see Sirius's handwriting, although Harry knew it would never be there again. What made Harry even more upset was that Harry never got a picture with him and Sirius.
"Common now don't burn anything!" Shouted aunt Petunia.
Harry served them their breakfast ate his and ran up the stairs to his room where he found a letter laying on his bed from Hogwarts.
"Must be my OWLs results." Harry opened the letter to find the classes that he was going to take next year. They included Defense Against the Dark arts with again a new teacher, potions, Transfiguration, and Charms. Well now at least I can be an Auror, Harry thought. He needed three new books for the upcoming year,
Throw away your worries!! By Neption Lupingdale
Super Potions By Slanghawk Nubile
Defense of highly extraordinary creatures By Malachi Rebula
Harry still hasn't gotten a letter to go to the Burrow yet, but Harry didn't want Ron to see him over constant tears for Sirius. Harry reached under the floorboard and took out the two-way mirror he had gotten from Sirius the previous year.
If only I talked to him through this instead of trying to get to Professor Umbridges fire. If only I new that Voldemort was tricking me to get the prophecy for him. If only I put more into Occumlecy lessons.. Harry caught himself thinking in terms of the if only. Harry most of all wanted to go back there and look beyond the veil. Could Sirius still be alive down there? Dumbledore didn't seem to think so.
As Harry stared into the mirror his dad once held to talk to Sirius, Harry couldn't help the tears from streaming down his face. Harry threw the mirror against the wall and started to cry into his constantly damp pillow. Harry hated his life. He had to live with the Dursley's because his parents died, Sirius was taken from him which was a father figure to him, it was going to come down to Harry and Voldemort and one was going to live and one was going to die, and he now had no one who he can talk to about his father.
As these thoughts kept pounding through his head, he wanted to die, wanted his life to come to an end. He felt there was no more to live for, and Harry felt he would have killed himself if it wasn't for the fate that he was the only one that could kill Voldemort for good. Harry cant take the pain anymore, just make it stop, all he wanted. But anything Harry wanted was too much.
Harry threw on some clothes and ran outside. He just had to get out, run anywhere. Harry ran by the place where he had first seen Sirius. Anything that was around Harry reminded him of Sirius. Harry wanted to put a stop to everything just so he could be with Sirius one last time. Harry had sort of wished that they took away his wand so that he could have lived with Sirius. Then Harry would have never gotten the dream of Sirius being tortured by Voldemort, and then Sirius would have still been here.
STOP THINKING LIKE THIS!! Harry kept telling himself over and over again. It was no use. Sirius was always going to be on his mind unless Harry could stop thinking of him.
"That's it I'm going to write to Ron tonight. I can't take this anymore." So Harry turned around and walked back home.
On the way he saw a big black dog running to him. Harry's heart leapt and he started to run to the big shaggy dog. Harry almost pounced on it and started to cry into its fur.
"I knew you'd be back!! I knew you were still alive!! Turn into your normal form please I've missed u so much!" Realizing that he was being crazy and not letting himself accept the fact that this wasn't Sirius, Harry wouldn't let go of the dog. He just cried and cried into its fur.
"Hey you big baby!" Sounded Dudley's voice.
Shit, Harry thought he's seeing me cry into this dog's fur. How much has he seen? Dare I look up? Harry looked over the dog to see not only Dudley, but also his whole gang!
"Go away!" Harry shouted.
"Are you gonna cry if I don't?" Shouted Malcolm.
"Fuck you!" Harry couldn't believe his ears as he got up and ran as fast as his legs could carry him. He hated Dudley and his gang. He hated them so much that Harry wished that he had put a spell on them even if he could have gotten expelled from Hogwarts. Harry hasn't really cared about anything at all lately, and hasn't really even noticed how bad the Dursley's were treating him because all he wanted to do was go back and be with Sirius and tell him how much he cares for him. Harry thinks back and sees that he never really told Sirius how he cared. Harry never really showed Sirius how much he was feeling towards him or never told him how glad he was to have him there as a father-figure. I'M SO STUPID!! Thought Harry.
Harry started to walk to Mrs. Figg's house because she knew Sirius and had some feeling of what Harry has been going through. Harry had been so upset that he couldn't believe he never thought to go to see Mrs. Figg. I really am stupid, thought Harry.
Harry was walking up Mrs. Figg's front steps when all of a sudden something hard and wet slammed into his back. Harry turned around to see Dudley and Malcolm and everyone had a handful of water balloons. Harry started to run away and toward his own house and realizing what he could use to get around and cry and have no one see him or make fun of him he ran into his room to get his invisibility cloak. Harry thrust it on and started to walk back to Mrs. Figg's house.
On the way he heard Dudley and his gang walking up the street. Needing some comedy, Harry turned around to look for some rocks to throw at them. This is it, Harry thought, I'm going to get them back for all of those torturous years they put me through.
Harry grabbed the closest rock to him and then threw it at Dudley. Dudley looked all around to see who it could be. No one was there but his friends so of course Dudley started to yell at his friends.
"What the hell was that for!!"
"What?"
"That rock you threw at me you ass!"
"We didn't throw any rock at you."
"Oh ya well then who the hell did?"
"We don't know!" Malcolm screamed and they all started to look cautiously around themselves. All of a sudden Dudley started to scream, for his underwear was being pulled over his head. Harry tried to keep in a laugh but it was too hard to bear so Harry ran around the closest house and started to laugh uncontrollably.
Harry hadn't seen any of Dudley's friends or him look so scared. That was the funniest thing that he had seen in a long time. It was so great for Harry to be able to laugh again. When Harry finally was able to control himself, he got up and made sure that the cloak was still fully covering him, and then he looked around the corner to see something even funnier.
Dudley was running down the street going ballistic trying to get his underwear back in tack and his friends had totally deserted him and were running in the opposite direction!! Harry fell back onto the ground and once again laughed uncontrollably. This was the funniest thing that could ever happen to Dudley!!! And even though Dudley had no proof of this occurrence being Harry, Harry knew that later he was going to get blamed and punished for it. It was so worth it, thought Harry. Wait till I tell Fred and George!!
Harry got up and instead of walking to Mrs. Figg's house, he wondered around his neighborhood completely invisible and able to do whatever and not get weird looks. This is great, thought Harry, as he walked all night long around his town.
"Wake up and make us some breakfast, NOW!" Aunt Petunia banged on the door.
Harry woke with his face in his pillow and his cheeks all damp. He had the feeling of sadness and hate every time he woke up this summer. Another long summer.
Harry got up and crossed out another day on the calendar. Only four more weeks to go, when he remembered that at this time last year he was waking up for the first time at the order of the phoenix. He felt his eyes glisten again with tears and he tried to shake himself off so he could go make the Dursley's breakfast.
"Well hurry up boy!" Uncle Vernon shouted as he entered the kitchen.
"What's wrong with your face? It's all red and puffy?" Said Big-D
"Nothing." When really it wasn't nothing, in fact Harry felt as though he could have broken down right there into a river of tears. Every time an owl came to deliver a letter Harry was always hoping to see Sirius's handwriting, although Harry knew it would never be there again. What made Harry even more upset was that Harry never got a picture with him and Sirius.
"Common now don't burn anything!" Shouted aunt Petunia.
Harry served them their breakfast ate his and ran up the stairs to his room where he found a letter laying on his bed from Hogwarts.
"Must be my OWLs results." Harry opened the letter to find the classes that he was going to take next year. They included Defense Against the Dark arts with again a new teacher, potions, Transfiguration, and Charms. Well now at least I can be an Auror, Harry thought. He needed three new books for the upcoming year,
Throw away your worries!! By Neption Lupingdale
Super Potions By Slanghawk Nubile
Defense of highly extraordinary creatures By Malachi Rebula
Harry still hasn't gotten a letter to go to the Burrow yet, but Harry didn't want Ron to see him over constant tears for Sirius. Harry reached under the floorboard and took out the two-way mirror he had gotten from Sirius the previous year.
If only I talked to him through this instead of trying to get to Professor Umbridges fire. If only I new that Voldemort was tricking me to get the prophecy for him. If only I put more into Occumlecy lessons.. Harry caught himself thinking in terms of the if only. Harry most of all wanted to go back there and look beyond the veil. Could Sirius still be alive down there? Dumbledore didn't seem to think so.
As Harry stared into the mirror his dad once held to talk to Sirius, Harry couldn't help the tears from streaming down his face. Harry threw the mirror against the wall and started to cry into his constantly damp pillow. Harry hated his life. He had to live with the Dursley's because his parents died, Sirius was taken from him which was a father figure to him, it was going to come down to Harry and Voldemort and one was going to live and one was going to die, and he now had no one who he can talk to about his father.
As these thoughts kept pounding through his head, he wanted to die, wanted his life to come to an end. He felt there was no more to live for, and Harry felt he would have killed himself if it wasn't for the fate that he was the only one that could kill Voldemort for good. Harry cant take the pain anymore, just make it stop, all he wanted. But anything Harry wanted was too much.
Harry threw on some clothes and ran outside. He just had to get out, run anywhere. Harry ran by the place where he had first seen Sirius. Anything that was around Harry reminded him of Sirius. Harry wanted to put a stop to everything just so he could be with Sirius one last time. Harry had sort of wished that they took away his wand so that he could have lived with Sirius. Then Harry would have never gotten the dream of Sirius being tortured by Voldemort, and then Sirius would have still been here.
STOP THINKING LIKE THIS!! Harry kept telling himself over and over again. It was no use. Sirius was always going to be on his mind unless Harry could stop thinking of him.
"That's it I'm going to write to Ron tonight. I can't take this anymore." So Harry turned around and walked back home.
On the way he saw a big black dog running to him. Harry's heart leapt and he started to run to the big shaggy dog. Harry almost pounced on it and started to cry into its fur.
"I knew you'd be back!! I knew you were still alive!! Turn into your normal form please I've missed u so much!" Realizing that he was being crazy and not letting himself accept the fact that this wasn't Sirius, Harry wouldn't let go of the dog. He just cried and cried into its fur.
"Hey you big baby!" Sounded Dudley's voice.
Shit, Harry thought he's seeing me cry into this dog's fur. How much has he seen? Dare I look up? Harry looked over the dog to see not only Dudley, but also his whole gang!
"Go away!" Harry shouted.
"Are you gonna cry if I don't?" Shouted Malcolm.
"Fuck you!" Harry couldn't believe his ears as he got up and ran as fast as his legs could carry him. He hated Dudley and his gang. He hated them so much that Harry wished that he had put a spell on them even if he could have gotten expelled from Hogwarts. Harry hasn't really cared about anything at all lately, and hasn't really even noticed how bad the Dursley's were treating him because all he wanted to do was go back and be with Sirius and tell him how much he cares for him. Harry thinks back and sees that he never really told Sirius how he cared. Harry never really showed Sirius how much he was feeling towards him or never told him how glad he was to have him there as a father-figure. I'M SO STUPID!! Thought Harry.
Harry started to walk to Mrs. Figg's house because she knew Sirius and had some feeling of what Harry has been going through. Harry had been so upset that he couldn't believe he never thought to go to see Mrs. Figg. I really am stupid, thought Harry.
Harry was walking up Mrs. Figg's front steps when all of a sudden something hard and wet slammed into his back. Harry turned around to see Dudley and Malcolm and everyone had a handful of water balloons. Harry started to run away and toward his own house and realizing what he could use to get around and cry and have no one see him or make fun of him he ran into his room to get his invisibility cloak. Harry thrust it on and started to walk back to Mrs. Figg's house.
On the way he heard Dudley and his gang walking up the street. Needing some comedy, Harry turned around to look for some rocks to throw at them. This is it, Harry thought, I'm going to get them back for all of those torturous years they put me through.
Harry grabbed the closest rock to him and then threw it at Dudley. Dudley looked all around to see who it could be. No one was there but his friends so of course Dudley started to yell at his friends.
"What the hell was that for!!"
"What?"
"That rock you threw at me you ass!"
"We didn't throw any rock at you."
"Oh ya well then who the hell did?"
"We don't know!" Malcolm screamed and they all started to look cautiously around themselves. All of a sudden Dudley started to scream, for his underwear was being pulled over his head. Harry tried to keep in a laugh but it was too hard to bear so Harry ran around the closest house and started to laugh uncontrollably.
Harry hadn't seen any of Dudley's friends or him look so scared. That was the funniest thing that he had seen in a long time. It was so great for Harry to be able to laugh again. When Harry finally was able to control himself, he got up and made sure that the cloak was still fully covering him, and then he looked around the corner to see something even funnier.
Dudley was running down the street going ballistic trying to get his underwear back in tack and his friends had totally deserted him and were running in the opposite direction!! Harry fell back onto the ground and once again laughed uncontrollably. This was the funniest thing that could ever happen to Dudley!!! And even though Dudley had no proof of this occurrence being Harry, Harry knew that later he was going to get blamed and punished for it. It was so worth it, thought Harry. Wait till I tell Fred and George!!
Harry got up and instead of walking to Mrs. Figg's house, he wondered around his neighborhood completely invisible and able to do whatever and not get weird looks. This is great, thought Harry, as he walked all night long around his town.