Hi guys! This is my first HP fanfic, but after reading The Order of the
Phoenix, I just had to write one for 6th year, cause I just couldn't wait!
Anyways, be nice and enjoy! If you have any tips or corrections, just write
it in a review! -Lara
Oh! And I corrected the "HaHa" that was on here before, not sure what that
was! Anyways, enjoy!
Silent Tears
Looking at number four Privet Drive, nobody would have known what an extraordinary person lived there. But, even if told, they wouldn't believe it anyways. What they would see though is a teenage boy staring out of the second-story window.
Harry stood there, the letter he had only just received slowly fluttered down to the floor, forgotten. It had only been a little over a week since Harry had gotten off the Hogwarts Express and begrudgingly gone back to the Dursley's. And now, here he was standing in the middle of his room, utterly shocked. How could they not have told him? How?
"It's only the fact that I've been lied to and deceived all year and now this is how I find out!" Harry yelled glaring at the letter on the floor.
Harry really wasn't angry, but he didn't know how to handle the emotions right now. He just found out that Sirius, his godfather who had died only two weeks before, had left everything to him. Everything. All of his memories, his pictures, his possessions, his house, his money, everything that Harry would remember him by. Harry didn't know whether to be upset or happy. On one hand, he would have all of these things to remember him by, but he also wanted to think about Sirius's death as little as possible and these things would make it even harder to forget.
Harry had, as requested, been sending letters to the Order every few days, telling them that he was all right and that the Dursleys were being much better. And now, after almost two weeks, they just throw this at him? Not one of them had said a word to him about it, not even Ron, who was now allowed to know almost all the goings on at twelve Grimmauld Place.
Harry slowly walked back to his bed and sat down on it. And then and there, Harry Potter, the only person who can kill Voldemort, the Boy-Who-Lived, cried for the first time in a whole year. He let it all out, not caring even if he woke up his aunt, uncle, and cousin.
"I can't do it, I just can't!" Harry sobbed. "How can I go on without you Sirius? Who's going to tell me about girls and how my dad and mum finally got together?"
It was a good half-hour before Harry's tears had run dry, he was just glad that nobody was there to see them.
Harry gave one last hiccough and lay back on his bed and fell straight to sleep.
Harry woke up the next morning not wanted to get out of bed, he was too tired, but he knew that if he stayed in bed longer while awake he would start to well on things that ought not to be dwelled on. He got up and dressed quickly and walked down to the kitchen where his aunt, uncle, and cousin already were eating breakfast, while his cousin had the television on as well. Harry slipped in unnoticed and walked to the stove, where he grabbed himself two cold pieces of bacon and some soggy toast to eat. As he set his plate down on the table, he heard the news caster say, "Today, another family was found murdered in their homes, the cause of death remains unknown and there are no clues to who might have committed the murders. This is the third family who has been found dead in their homes in just the last two weeks. If you have any information, please contact the number below. Now, in world news..."
Harry's stomach gave a flip-flop and he suddenly didn't feel very hungry. Pushing his plate away, he began walking to his room. Once Harry was in his room, he went to his trunk and pulled out his Firebolt, held it and then put it back inside. He would not wallow any more in his guilt; he would overcome this pain and beat Voldemort.
Harry decided that he would have to start practicing more for this inevitable duel with Voldemort. Walking over to his trunk, he pulled out all of his schoolbooks for the past 5 years; he sat down with them and began reading.
Please review! Thanks! -Lara
Silent Tears
Looking at number four Privet Drive, nobody would have known what an extraordinary person lived there. But, even if told, they wouldn't believe it anyways. What they would see though is a teenage boy staring out of the second-story window.
Harry stood there, the letter he had only just received slowly fluttered down to the floor, forgotten. It had only been a little over a week since Harry had gotten off the Hogwarts Express and begrudgingly gone back to the Dursley's. And now, here he was standing in the middle of his room, utterly shocked. How could they not have told him? How?
"It's only the fact that I've been lied to and deceived all year and now this is how I find out!" Harry yelled glaring at the letter on the floor.
Harry really wasn't angry, but he didn't know how to handle the emotions right now. He just found out that Sirius, his godfather who had died only two weeks before, had left everything to him. Everything. All of his memories, his pictures, his possessions, his house, his money, everything that Harry would remember him by. Harry didn't know whether to be upset or happy. On one hand, he would have all of these things to remember him by, but he also wanted to think about Sirius's death as little as possible and these things would make it even harder to forget.
Harry had, as requested, been sending letters to the Order every few days, telling them that he was all right and that the Dursleys were being much better. And now, after almost two weeks, they just throw this at him? Not one of them had said a word to him about it, not even Ron, who was now allowed to know almost all the goings on at twelve Grimmauld Place.
Harry slowly walked back to his bed and sat down on it. And then and there, Harry Potter, the only person who can kill Voldemort, the Boy-Who-Lived, cried for the first time in a whole year. He let it all out, not caring even if he woke up his aunt, uncle, and cousin.
"I can't do it, I just can't!" Harry sobbed. "How can I go on without you Sirius? Who's going to tell me about girls and how my dad and mum finally got together?"
It was a good half-hour before Harry's tears had run dry, he was just glad that nobody was there to see them.
Harry gave one last hiccough and lay back on his bed and fell straight to sleep.
Harry woke up the next morning not wanted to get out of bed, he was too tired, but he knew that if he stayed in bed longer while awake he would start to well on things that ought not to be dwelled on. He got up and dressed quickly and walked down to the kitchen where his aunt, uncle, and cousin already were eating breakfast, while his cousin had the television on as well. Harry slipped in unnoticed and walked to the stove, where he grabbed himself two cold pieces of bacon and some soggy toast to eat. As he set his plate down on the table, he heard the news caster say, "Today, another family was found murdered in their homes, the cause of death remains unknown and there are no clues to who might have committed the murders. This is the third family who has been found dead in their homes in just the last two weeks. If you have any information, please contact the number below. Now, in world news..."
Harry's stomach gave a flip-flop and he suddenly didn't feel very hungry. Pushing his plate away, he began walking to his room. Once Harry was in his room, he went to his trunk and pulled out his Firebolt, held it and then put it back inside. He would not wallow any more in his guilt; he would overcome this pain and beat Voldemort.
Harry decided that he would have to start practicing more for this inevitable duel with Voldemort. Walking over to his trunk, he pulled out all of his schoolbooks for the past 5 years; he sat down with them and began reading.
Please review! Thanks! -Lara
