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Chapter 1

Thinking of the Past

Harry sat in his room at the Dursley's home, brooding as usual. He could not shake off the empty pit-like feeling in his stomach. The feeling had not left him. His godfather had died two months ago, which left Harry to suffer with sorrow and self-guilt. He never left his room, except to eat, and go to the bathroom. The Dursleys thought this quite odd, due to the fact he was always edgy last summer.

All he could think about was his Godfather. Why did Fate play such cruel tricks? He lost his parents to Voldemort, and now he lost his godfather too. Yet he knew it was Voldemort's fault. If Voldemort had never existed, his reign of teror would not have occured, and Harry would still have his family. He wouldn't have been moved to the Dursley's to, in his oppinion, suffer through most of his childhood.To be pushed around by Dudley and his gang, and to live in a cupboard under the stairs.Yet he always had a hope that someone would get him away from it. And his wishes were granted.

He recieved the letter from Hogwarts, telling him he was too attend the school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He had never felt so happy, yet so afraid. How would he react to the other students and how would they react to him, knowing he was The-Boy-Who-Lived? Nevertheless he found solace within two great friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. They liked him for who he was, not because he was famous. They had countless adventures together: Getting the Philosephers Stone, getting Ginny from inside the Chamber of Secrets, and freeing the man that was his godfather from a terrible demise.

At first he did not know that Sirius Black was his Godfather. Harry had thought he was a serial killer that had ecaped from Azkaban prison to kill him. He also thought that it was Sirius that had betrayed his parents, hurling them to their doom against Voldemort. At last though Harry was told the real truth about Sirius from his DADA teacher Professor Lupin and by Sirius himself. He was told that a man named Peter Pettigrew was the cause of his parents death's. He also found out that his father along with Sirius, Lupin and Peter formed the group known as the Marauders. Unfortunatly Sirius was caught again with the help of the Dementors and the "wonderfull" Professor Snape. But with the help of Hermione's Timeturner, not only were they able to free Sirius, but they were also able to save the innocent life of Buckbeak the Hippogriff. Harry had to smile at this, smile at the sheer joy of seeing his Godfather go free, along with Buckbeak.

And then there was the Tri-Wizard Tournament. The bloody tournament that almost lost his friendship to Ron. Harry knew it was because of jealousy, but Harry wasn't even supposed to enter it in the first place! He was under-age for crying out loud! But Harry did not realize at the time the sinister plan that had been set into motion. He didn't figure it out until he and Cedric had touched the the Tri-Wizard cup, transporting them to the graveyard where Voldemort awaited Harry. Seeing as Harry had company, Voldemort quckly disposed of Cedric......perminatly. Harry had to watch as Cedric's lifeless body fell to the ground, unable to do anything about it. Not only did Harry escape with Cedric's dead body, Harry had to go through the tortures of people not believing him. Especially the Minister of Magic Fudge. He thought Harry story about Voldemort comeing back was insane, saying it was some tall tale Harry said to get attention. It wasn't some tall tale now.......

Only by Harry returning to the Ministry, and falling into Voldemort's trap did Fudge see that Harry and Professor Dumbledore had been telling the truth. But because of Harry's adventure to the Ministry, some of his friends got hurt. And his godfather died. Harry clenched his fist in anger and guilt. If he hadn't believed the dream Sirius was there, not only would he be alive, Harry would not have the burden of his death weighing heavily on his shoulders along with the death of Cedric Diggory.

Harry began to get mad at himself again. He felt the inner demons inside of him quaking with rage, waiting to be released. Harry got up and began to punch his pillow in anger. It's all his fault. He punched the pillow harder.

" It's.....All......My....Fault..." Harry said as he punched the pillow out of frustration. Then Harry stopped to hear the sound of his Aunt calling him for Lunch. Harry got up and looked at himself in the mirror. His hair was still as unruly as ever, never staying flat. He wore a worn-out black T-shirt, and a pair of navy-blue Khaki's. He at least had to look somewhat normal, even though thing could never be normal again..........

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