Disclaimer- J.K Rowling is the smartest woman alive. She would probably be appauled if she read this melodramatic crap. I hope that this doesn't put ideas in any of your heads about what might happen in future HP books because I KNOW NOTHING!!! I don't own any of the charactors either... This whole thing is therepy (because I was upset over the charactor she killed off) I'm just posting it because people told me to...
After many stifingly hot summer days on Privet drive, drops of rain finally fell. A young man with dark messy hair and a scar in the shape of a lightning bolt on his forehead lay awake in his bed unable to fall asleep. It was only 6 weeks after the start of the summer term, but to Harry James Potter it felt like it lasted forever. It was 5 o'clock at night and usually, it was sunny out, but with the rain, the day turned gray and gloomy. The perfect reflection of his current mood. There suprisingly hasn't been any pain in his scar since the end of his fifth year at Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry. It was replaced by a new stronger pain coming from inside his chest, overpowering his every thought. Unbearable waves of sadness were constantly running through him. It was hard to breathe and think about anything else, but the events of the weeks before. Three years ago, in his third year, he discovered his godfather, Sirius Black. Sirius was a framed mass murderer whom for a while Harry thought was also responsible for his parents death. Peter Pettigrew, who was hiding out as Ron Weasley's (one of Harry's best friends) rat Scabbers. After Sirius proved to Harry that he was innocent, he be a huge part of Harry's life. To Harry, Sirius was a brother, a best friend and most importantly, a father figure. Happy memories of the times Sirius was always there for him raced through his mind. The time when he chased the cats for Harry's entertainment, the moment when he thought he could leave the Dursleys forever and live with him because he was innnocent and Christmas day when he was happy. He looked at his firebolt. His most prized possession became even more valuable to him because it was Sirius who gave it to him. All these happy thoughts became unbearable because now Sirius was gone and there were no more memories. As soon as the OWL results came out a few days ago, his best friend Ron Weasley wrote to him telling him about how the studying with him paid off and how he got mainly O's and E's. He went on and on about how his mother was so proud of him and how she's going to get a new family owl in his honor.
After many stifingly hot summer days on Privet drive, drops of rain finally fell. A young man with dark messy hair and a scar in the shape of a lightning bolt on his forehead lay awake in his bed unable to fall asleep. It was only 6 weeks after the start of the summer term, but to Harry James Potter it felt like it lasted forever. It was 5 o'clock at night and usually, it was sunny out, but with the rain, the day turned gray and gloomy. The perfect reflection of his current mood. There suprisingly hasn't been any pain in his scar since the end of his fifth year at Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry. It was replaced by a new stronger pain coming from inside his chest, overpowering his every thought. Unbearable waves of sadness were constantly running through him. It was hard to breathe and think about anything else, but the events of the weeks before. Three years ago, in his third year, he discovered his godfather, Sirius Black. Sirius was a framed mass murderer whom for a while Harry thought was also responsible for his parents death. Peter Pettigrew, who was hiding out as Ron Weasley's (one of Harry's best friends) rat Scabbers. After Sirius proved to Harry that he was innocent, he be a huge part of Harry's life. To Harry, Sirius was a brother, a best friend and most importantly, a father figure. Happy memories of the times Sirius was always there for him raced through his mind. The time when he chased the cats for Harry's entertainment, the moment when he thought he could leave the Dursleys forever and live with him because he was innnocent and Christmas day when he was happy. He looked at his firebolt. His most prized possession became even more valuable to him because it was Sirius who gave it to him. All these happy thoughts became unbearable because now Sirius was gone and there were no more memories. As soon as the OWL results came out a few days ago, his best friend Ron Weasley wrote to him telling him about how the studying with him paid off and how he got mainly O's and E's. He went on and on about how his mother was so proud of him and how she's going to get a new family owl in his honor.