Familiarity of the Soul…
Chapter 1:
A searing pain in his forehead suddenly filled Harry Potter's thoughts and caused him to wake up from a fitful sleep. Sighing, Harry sat up and grabbed his glasses from the bedside table, sat up and massaged his forehead. Although he was used to pains from his scar, that still didn't help him from being numb to them.
Looking out the window down the quiet street that is Pivet Drive, Harry wondered for the thousand times how it would feel to be normal, in his own terms of course, because Harry Potter is definitely not normal in whatever standards. He is a wizard, studying at Hogwarts, where he finished his 5th year just two weeks ago and is about to enter his 6th year. He lives with the Dursley's, his last remaining relatives from his mother side and they hate him because he is abnormal. The Dursley's hate anything that is out of the ordinary.
OF course his abnormality doesn't end there. He is also The Boy Who Lived. When he was still a baby, Lord Voldemort, the most powerful wizard at that time, tried to kill him but failed. Which is why he has the lightning bolt scar in his forehead.
Harry sighed again and looked at his clock, wishing nothing else but for the night to end since he won't be getting any sleep anyway. But the clock says its only 1:30 am. Harry had a hard time sleeping since Sirius Black, his godfather died. And the continuous pains of his scar don't help with matters either. The pains in his scar only remind him of the prophecy that Dumbledore last term.
Neither can live while the other survives.
The thought of his godfather and the prophecy suddenly made Harry feel like he was suffocating. Anxiety, fear, anger and hurt was taking the air out of him.
"I'm only 15, how am I supposed to beat a fully grown wizard, one of the most powerful and most evil one at that?" Harry muttered.
Just when he felt like he was about to explode, a tiny owl suddenly entered his window and was circling his bed joyfully as if congratulating himself. Harry squinted in the dark and recognizes the tiny own lo be Pigwidgeon, his bestfriend's, Ron Weasley's owl. The tiny own stopped in front of Harry long enough for him to get the note and started circling again.
Harry noticed the handwriting and realized it was from Hermione:
Dear Harry,
I do hope you're doing all right. We're really worried about you. I know you hate it there, which is why Ron and I begged Professor Dumbledore to let you leave and stay here at Grimmauld place with us. And Dumbledore finally agreed. They're going to pick you up tomorrow! I can't wait to see you..
Missing you much…
Love from Hermione.
Harry felt both happy and anxiety after reading the note. Because finally he could leave the Dursley's but he doesn't know if he could stand being in Sirius' home. Harry looked at Hermione's handwriting and suddenly realized something and thought.
"I really miss her"
