Harry was a rather short boy, with a skinny body and pale skin. Perched on top of his head was a nest of black raven locks that in just the right light gave off dark blood red just as dark highlights. Underneath thick black circular glasses held large doe, emerald green forest eyes.

Harry Potter was a rather unusual boy. You see Harry Potter is a wizard… a wizard who happens to be starting his sixth year at Hogwarts…but then again he is rather an unusual wizard as well. You see when Harry was a little over a year old an evil dark wizard came to his home and killed Harry's parents.

Now at the age of fifteen, soon to be sixteen, Harry sat at his aunt and uncles house, sulking. For you see the year before Harry had lost his father figure and his godfather Sirius Black in a battle at the Ministry of Magic.

Now it was just minutes in till midnight on July 30, just minutes in till Harry's birthday. He sat, awake as his cousin, aunt, and uncle slept, or that's what he thought. He stared his gazing unmoving from the moon, as he absentmindedly stroked his snowy owls, Hedwig, head.

His mind wondered to his friends and his family. Ron was one of his closest friends. A red head with baby blue eyes with a long lanky body, and a wiz at cheese and anything to do with strategy.

Then, their was Hermione. A frizzy brown haired girl with large hazel eyes and a love for books no one could match. She now, Harry thought, had to be about an inch or two taller then Harry himself. She was the researcher of the group, she probably has read almost all the books in the school library.

The grumbling and clanging of the locks his uncle had put on the outside of the door made Harry turn. Biting his lip he stood, and grabbed his wand from under his pillow. The last lock clicked and he raised his wand, a disarming spell already on his lips. The door cracked open and a flashlight flared. "Harry?"

His cousin voice echoed. His large body stood awkwardly in the door way. Harry stood perplexed His family, his cousin, Aunt and Uncle hated Harry. "Dubley?" Harry called. "What are you doing?" Harry rather dully noted that, his question and tone were rather rude. Dubley stood, shifting his weight from foot to foot. "I'm- I just wanted to say, thanks… ya now? For last summer… saving my life and all."

Harry sat, rather bewailed at his cousin. Suddenly Dubley looked down the hall, when his father gave a rather loud snore. "And I had been in the attic looking threw some stuff up their and… I found some of Grandma Evens things and I found this book. I though you'd like it…." Dubley tossed the book to Harry before a quick 'Happy birthday' was heard as he hurriedly closed Harry's door.