My Happy Ending
By: HermionePotter52036
The First Letter to be Read
A tall, black-haired boy could be seen outside number 4 Privet Drive on the hottest day off the summer mowing the front yard. Possibly the only person outside, the boy continued with his tedious chore of tending the garden.
If any new neighbors would see this boy with his shirt two or three sizes too big they would say that he'd probably be a servant boy. But in reality this boy was Mr. and Mrs. Dursley's nephew which they neighbors knew that he attended St. Brutus's Secure Center for Incurably Criminal Boys, which was not true. Mr. and Mrs. Dursley only said this because the real reality was the Harry Potter, the Dursley's nephew, was already attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and didn't want the neighbors think that they had anything to do with the "m" word.
Harry Potter was fresh off his 5th year at Hogwarts and had been suffering terribly and thought that by keeping his mind occupied, he would not remember all the things that happened less than two weeks ago. Sirius, Black, convicted murderer, godfather of Harry James Potter, was dead. According to Harry, this was entirely his fault. He appreciated the Weasley's effort, along with Remus Lupin, Tonks, Mad-Eye Moody, and Hermione, to talk to the Dursley's to make sure that Harry was treated better until they could come for him.
For now, Harry did not want anything to do with the magical community. The stack of letters that went unanswered was growing a bit thicker everyday. The only person he did write to was Lupin. He did this just to make sure that he, and Mad-Eye wouldn't come barging in on Privet Drive. He didn't want all the "it wasn't your faults", and "are you okays". Every time he saw all the letters from Ron, Ginny, Luna, Neville, and Hermione, he thought of what could have happened to them if the Order had not showed up.
Keeping his mind busy was easy during the day but at night he still dreamt of what happened at the Department of Mysteries. He saw Ginny grasping her ankle, Neville writhing on the floor being tortured by Bellatrix Lestrange, how the tentacles were wrapping themselves around Ron's chest, and well, nothing really had happened to Luna apart from being Stunned. But what Harry felt most guilty was the look on Hermione's face when she was cursed by Antonin Dolohov. If Harry hadn't been so keen on getting to the Ministry of Magic and had listened to Hermione, she wouldn't have been hurt.
Harry shook all these feelings away as he busied himself on keeping the lawn weed free. At that moment, though, his thoughts were interrupted once again but this time by two large moving vans that parked at the corner of the street. Aunt Petunia ran outside to see who the new neighbors on the block would be.
While she craned her especially long neck, she snapped at Harry, "Well, get inside, before the new neighbors see you. Clean your shoes, I just mopped the floor and take a shower, you seriously reek."
"Yes, Aunt Petunia," Harry mumbled. He thought that she would seriously reek too, if she would have been outside all morning in the sun mowing the lawn and making it weed free.
At dinner, Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia made it very clear to Harry that he was to go nowhere near the house of the neighbors and since they had a daughter around his age they also made it very clear that if he did something to her, he was going to be locked under his cupboard no matter what those "freaks" at King's Cross said. That was perfectly fine for Harry because he really did need to catch up with his summer work that the teachers had given him.
After dinner, Harry made his way to his room where Hedwig was waiting for him with a letter tied to her leg.
"Hello, girl, what have you got there? Another letter saying not to feel bad and that I wasn't the reason that Sirius died? Well, I should've saved you the flight by telling you there's no point in bringing me letters any more because I'm not going to answer them no matter who it is."
At that, Harry took the letter and made to put it in the drawer where he kept all the other unread letters. Seeing that the letter was from Hermione he stopped and was reconsidering if he should open it. As he was going to put it in the drawer, Hedwig started to make one hell of a noise, got the letter in her beak, and dropped it on the bed instead.
Okay, thought Harry, my owl is nagging me to open the letter. I really must be going crazy, but hey, it wouldn't hurt just to read the letter.
Dear Harry,
You are not going to believe this! My parents just go relocated to Surrey. I just don't know what part of it. Imagine if it were Little Whining. But then we'd have to see if we were in the same neighborhood. I know you really don't want to listen to me or anybody for that matter, but just want you to know that I'm here for you. Whatever you need, if you need someone to talk to just send Hedwig to me. I know if really won't be same talking in person than through an owl but it's the best we can do right now. And if you are wondering no, I'm not blaming you for what happen to me. Honestly, now that you think about it, it could have happened to anyone, including me. So, Harry, don't beat yourself up, it wasn't your fault. Even if you think that it was your fault sooner or later you realize that things happen for a reason. And that reason we may never find out. So maybe if Dumbledore decides to take you to the Burrow or Grimmauld Place we can talk there in person. But that's if you want to. Well, hope to see you soon and take care.
Love,
Hermione
For some strange reason, Harry felt better than he had for the past two weeks. Tomorrow he decided he will send Hedwig to Hermione telling her that he did feel like talking to someone. But that would be tomorrow because he was extremely tired, after all, mowing and weeding a lawn was no funny business.
AN: hey guys. This is my first fic ever so please anything that you thought was wrong or something that was bad edited just tell me and I'll try and get it fixed by next chapter. Read and Review quick cuz I'm starting school next week and I'll be bloody busy! The madness! Bye!
