Summary: Depression kills. But will the gang help Harry before he kills
himself or harms himself more than he already has. Secrets also arise as
Harry slowly begins to understand more about his late godfather and
parents. Friends meet new people. A transfer student arrives. And Harry is
in for one twisted ride.
Disclaimer: I own NOTHING of Harry Potter or any of the characters except the ones I invented.
In the past, Harry Potter had dreaded summer vacation but this year it was different. The only reason that this summer was different was because the Dursleys seemed as if they were obligated to treat Harry better than they usual did during past summers. The second reason was that even though Harry had more freedom and could watch TV and do more things that he used to not be allowed to do; he did not want to. The truth was that the only person on Privet Drive that was making Harry feel miserable was Harry.
Ever since his godfather, Sirius, was killed a few months ago Harry had felt like shit. Almost every night since the events that happened at the end of his fifth year he had had reoccurring dreams about what happened, especially about watching his godfather die. Nothing Harry could do could keep his mind off the fact that he would never see his godfather again or the fact that he no longer had control over his own destiny.
Even the cheerful letters that he received from Ron or Hermoine seemed to make him happy anymore. He was depressed and lonely. Over the summer he just kept to himself and barely spoke to anyone. But if he did talk to someone it would be either to Hedwig or to himself.
'Maybe things would get better when I go back to school. Yeah right, Harry when you're at school all you're going to have is people trying to pretend to make you happy. No person could sympathize with me because they don't know what I'm going through or have been going through lately. People don't know because you have not told them anything. Well it's not my fault they left me here in this hell hole." Harry told himself, as he lay sprawled on his bed while looking up at the ceiling when he heard a knock at the door.
Harry lifted his head up slightly to see the door before he slowly groaned,' yes?'
When the door slowly pushed open Aunt Petunia slowly put her horse face into his room so that she can see him. She gave a slight look of disgust as she looked at Harry room. She had always like a tidy room but his looked filthy. She looked at him again and softly said,' dinner's ready.'
'I'm not hungry,' Harry replied as he continued to stare at the ceiling.
And with that Petunia closed his door and walk down stairs to the kitchen, where her husband and son were waiting for her.
'So, is he coming or what?' Vernon abruptly asked his wife.
'He says he's not hungry.'
'Fine then that leaves more food for us,' Vernon snapped.
Over the summer Uncle Vernon became even more pissed off at Harry because of how he was now obligated to treat him better. But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was that he felt that Harry did not appreciate how they were treating him.
'Petunia, look if the boy doesn't want to eat then he doesn't eat,' Vernon added more politely as he saw a concerned look on her face. 'Besides who are we to worry?'
'Those people of his remember Vernon what they said? They said that if we don't treat Harry good enough then they will get us. And who knows maybe they would think that we haven't giving him enough food. Or maybe they would think that his behavior lately is all our fault.'
'But Petunia remember Harry doesn't want to eat because he's not hungry. Not because we haven't asked him to come and eat. It is his fault not ours fault,' Vernon insisted. 'And if those crackpots can't figure out that his behavior is all his doing then they are stupider then I could imagine.'
The rest of dinner was finished without another word of Harry or his odd behavior. So while they were finishing up, Harry was still in the same position doing the same thing that he was doing before Aunt Petunia interrupted him. But this time he was interrupted once more but not by a knock on the door but by a snowy owl that was outside his window. Harry had almost forgotten that it was his birthday, but even the thought of getting a birthday present was not even cheering him up. So with a heavy sigh, Harry moved his even skinnier frame over to the window to let the owl in. The owl let Harry take the package from her leg then affectionately nibbled his hand then flew over to her cage on the opposite side of the room. He kind of just stared at the package in his hand before he threw it on his bed. Then Harry absentmindedly stared once more at the opened window as two other owls flew in well sort of flew in one of them barely made it inside the window before it collapsed onto Harry's floor. Harry slowly walked over and picked up the owl and released it of its burden for he place the owl in Hedwig's cage.
When he released the third owl's burden he immediately fluffed it's wings and flew out of the window. So Harry thinking that he wouldn't be getting anymore mail began to close his window when he saw four more owls races to his window. Harry felt slightly alarmed when he saw this but nevertheless opened once more his window. He untied the packages or letters from each of the owl and as quickly as they came the quicker they left as they flew out of Harry's window. He threw these letters and packages on his bed too and stared at them. He knew he wasn't in any mood for hearing from people. ON a second thought, Harry looked once more at the letters and began moving closer to his bed as he picked up one of his bigger presents and opened it. It was from Lupin, which made Harry looked twice when he saw Lupin's handwriting. He was slightly shocked even more because his gift looked a little pricey from the outside and he remembered that Lupin had always had a hard time with getting money. Harry then slowly began to read the letter:
Harry,
Surprised to hear from me. Well here's a gift I know you'll appreciate as much as I have these past few months and most of my life. You'll understand more when you see what I got you. Also I know that Sirius would love fore you to have it too.
See you later, Lupin
Harry looked anxiously at the big gift that Lupin gave him. He slowly unwrapped it and stared. It was a photo album.
Disclaimer: I own NOTHING of Harry Potter or any of the characters except the ones I invented.
In the past, Harry Potter had dreaded summer vacation but this year it was different. The only reason that this summer was different was because the Dursleys seemed as if they were obligated to treat Harry better than they usual did during past summers. The second reason was that even though Harry had more freedom and could watch TV and do more things that he used to not be allowed to do; he did not want to. The truth was that the only person on Privet Drive that was making Harry feel miserable was Harry.
Ever since his godfather, Sirius, was killed a few months ago Harry had felt like shit. Almost every night since the events that happened at the end of his fifth year he had had reoccurring dreams about what happened, especially about watching his godfather die. Nothing Harry could do could keep his mind off the fact that he would never see his godfather again or the fact that he no longer had control over his own destiny.
Even the cheerful letters that he received from Ron or Hermoine seemed to make him happy anymore. He was depressed and lonely. Over the summer he just kept to himself and barely spoke to anyone. But if he did talk to someone it would be either to Hedwig or to himself.
'Maybe things would get better when I go back to school. Yeah right, Harry when you're at school all you're going to have is people trying to pretend to make you happy. No person could sympathize with me because they don't know what I'm going through or have been going through lately. People don't know because you have not told them anything. Well it's not my fault they left me here in this hell hole." Harry told himself, as he lay sprawled on his bed while looking up at the ceiling when he heard a knock at the door.
Harry lifted his head up slightly to see the door before he slowly groaned,' yes?'
When the door slowly pushed open Aunt Petunia slowly put her horse face into his room so that she can see him. She gave a slight look of disgust as she looked at Harry room. She had always like a tidy room but his looked filthy. She looked at him again and softly said,' dinner's ready.'
'I'm not hungry,' Harry replied as he continued to stare at the ceiling.
And with that Petunia closed his door and walk down stairs to the kitchen, where her husband and son were waiting for her.
'So, is he coming or what?' Vernon abruptly asked his wife.
'He says he's not hungry.'
'Fine then that leaves more food for us,' Vernon snapped.
Over the summer Uncle Vernon became even more pissed off at Harry because of how he was now obligated to treat him better. But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was that he felt that Harry did not appreciate how they were treating him.
'Petunia, look if the boy doesn't want to eat then he doesn't eat,' Vernon added more politely as he saw a concerned look on her face. 'Besides who are we to worry?'
'Those people of his remember Vernon what they said? They said that if we don't treat Harry good enough then they will get us. And who knows maybe they would think that we haven't giving him enough food. Or maybe they would think that his behavior lately is all our fault.'
'But Petunia remember Harry doesn't want to eat because he's not hungry. Not because we haven't asked him to come and eat. It is his fault not ours fault,' Vernon insisted. 'And if those crackpots can't figure out that his behavior is all his doing then they are stupider then I could imagine.'
The rest of dinner was finished without another word of Harry or his odd behavior. So while they were finishing up, Harry was still in the same position doing the same thing that he was doing before Aunt Petunia interrupted him. But this time he was interrupted once more but not by a knock on the door but by a snowy owl that was outside his window. Harry had almost forgotten that it was his birthday, but even the thought of getting a birthday present was not even cheering him up. So with a heavy sigh, Harry moved his even skinnier frame over to the window to let the owl in. The owl let Harry take the package from her leg then affectionately nibbled his hand then flew over to her cage on the opposite side of the room. He kind of just stared at the package in his hand before he threw it on his bed. Then Harry absentmindedly stared once more at the opened window as two other owls flew in well sort of flew in one of them barely made it inside the window before it collapsed onto Harry's floor. Harry slowly walked over and picked up the owl and released it of its burden for he place the owl in Hedwig's cage.
When he released the third owl's burden he immediately fluffed it's wings and flew out of the window. So Harry thinking that he wouldn't be getting anymore mail began to close his window when he saw four more owls races to his window. Harry felt slightly alarmed when he saw this but nevertheless opened once more his window. He untied the packages or letters from each of the owl and as quickly as they came the quicker they left as they flew out of Harry's window. He threw these letters and packages on his bed too and stared at them. He knew he wasn't in any mood for hearing from people. ON a second thought, Harry looked once more at the letters and began moving closer to his bed as he picked up one of his bigger presents and opened it. It was from Lupin, which made Harry looked twice when he saw Lupin's handwriting. He was slightly shocked even more because his gift looked a little pricey from the outside and he remembered that Lupin had always had a hard time with getting money. Harry then slowly began to read the letter:
Harry,
Surprised to hear from me. Well here's a gift I know you'll appreciate as much as I have these past few months and most of my life. You'll understand more when you see what I got you. Also I know that Sirius would love fore you to have it too.
See you later, Lupin
Harry looked anxiously at the big gift that Lupin gave him. He slowly unwrapped it and stared. It was a photo album.