Detailed Summary: In shock after his fifth year, Harry is taken to Order Headquarters. He just wants a normal life. Dumbledore tries to get him to open up a little. Sadly, he has his mothers temper, his fathers stubbornness, and his godfathers love of danger. Harry can't decide whether he should go with the flow, or try to dominate his own life. He grows closer still to his friends. In the fight for the Light, Harry Potter is determined to live his life.
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The loss of any human life is tragic. The loss of the life of a person you knew is, inevitably, worse. The loss of a person you had come to love and respect as a father is by all means, absolutely devastating.
They say grieving happens in steps. Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, Acceptance. It is common, human nature, most would say, to experience these things after the loss of a close loved one.
Harry James Potter was, of course, the exception to this rule.
He was in a state of… almost nothingness. He did not accept it, yet he did not deny it. He simply… ignored it. Almost as if sweeping the dust under the rug will make the dust disappear, not acknowledging his loss made it void.
Sitting in his bedroom, the smallest of Number Four privet Drive, he was blank. If only Snape tried to give him an occlumency lesson now. The greasy git would find a blank cloud that is the mind of Harry Potter.
His, Harry's, Uncle had told him that he was to stay in his room until the dinner guests left later that night. Harry recalled vividly how the man had fled at the blank, empty look his nephew had graciously bestowed upon him.
Harry was, since the night of the Department of Mysteries incident, totally… distant. He had become very good at hiding his emotions, and blocking his mind. A book he had stolen from the library at Hogwarts had helped, too.
Since he could remember, as a young child, Harry had known he was different. A freak. Unloved, belittled, bullied, ignored, and starved, Harry had never grown up knowing he was worthy of love. When it was so easily given to him by Sirius Black, he newly found innocent godfather, he had been greedy with it.
He had taken advantage of the fact that somebody loved, and cared for him. Days had gone by that he hadn't written to Sirius. Days! Those were days that Harry couldn't take back. He couldn't redo them. They were gone. All gone.
Like the spins of a Time Turner, so are the days of our lives… Spinning away from us.
Fate would not let that happen. Not to Harry James Potter. Never.
Fate is, as all mature people know, cruel. It has a tendancy totear a person apart, leaving them alone, abandoned, or worse, apathetic.
Fate made a decision the day Sirius was so cruelly ripped from the living.
Harry was going to live. One way or another, Fate wouldpound thelife into Harry. In fact, it came to that, eventually...
Short first chapter, I know. The second chapter is about seven pages longer. This was just too good of a place to stop, for me to pass it up.
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Until next time-
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