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Chapter 1
As the summer heat radiated through the open windows, even the cool wind that blew through the night sky couldn't help the stickiness and humidity that had seemed to build up throughout the day. It was late summer and not one of his two friends had written him a letter…then again, after they started their sixth year at Hogwarts, they drew further and further apart. Hermione, growing stronger on S.P.E.W. rights, Ron becoming infatuated with the Chudley Cannons and researching up on job openings on any part of the team. Harry on the other hand didn't have the faintest idea what he was going to do after sixth year had ended. Now, three years later, he lay on his back, staring at the ceiling without so much a thought of what day it had turned not more than twenty seconds ago. Only when he turned on his side he noticed his bedside clock showing a great big red 12:01 am. He inwardly sighed…another year down. Happy Birthday, Harry. He told himself before closing his eyes.
He didn't get much sleep; after five minuets after he had closed his eyes, he had directly opened them once more to a rapping sound on the window above his bed. He looked up and saw Hedwig, his owl, tapping on the window. He reached a lazy hand up, having to stretch a bit to have his long pointer finger hit the lock to open the window. Hedwig flew in and dropped a mouse on Harry's chest, looking proud of herself. Harry gave a chortled laugh and ran his fingers down Hedwig's feathers.
"Thanks." He managed to mumble. He didn't know why he bothered, but he steeled a look at Hedwig's legs to see if there had been any kind of letters or packages to go along with the mouse. But to no avail, there was nothing. He nodded to himself, sitting up in his bed and reaching over to Hedwig's cage to place the dead mouse on the floor of the cage and to place Hedwig inside as well. Harry lied back down, but found he wasn't anymore tired than he was there, sitting in his bed. He got up and changed his clothes, put on a pair of sneakers, grabbed his wand, shoving it into his back pocket, ran a hand through his messy hair and opened up his door.
After seventh year, everyone seemed to go their own way. Harry, lucky enough to trade in some of his wizarding money to have enough money to buy his own Flat near the main part of London. He went quietly down to the main street and went for a short walk until he came to a bridge. He jumped the barrier and clumsily ran down the hill to sit under the bridge, where a walking path lined a small stream. He sat, putting his arms on his knees and stared into the water. The light breeze, messing up Harry's hair even more than needed blew still, hiding the noise of the approaching figures. Harry's forehead fell onto his arms, his eyes closed and finally, he thought, finally maybe he'd be able to take a light nap.