He
had no one, no one at all. At least it only felt that way, for his best friends
were dead. He blames himself, for if Voldemort wasn't after him they would
still be alive right now and he wouldn't be here at their funerals right now.
Harry had never been to a funeral but he hated them anyways, especially this
one. He didn't talk much, in fact he didn't say a word
except to the Weasleys, which was, "I'm sorry." And he left with out hearing
them try to tell him, over their sobs, that it wasn't his fault. But he paid no
attention to them. Harry was arriving at the end of his last year at Hogwarts.
Since the tests were over he left early, with Dumbledore's permission of
course. He wasn't sure where to go, all he knew was
that he must get away from any thing that reminded him of Ron and Hermione. He
loved them both and Voldemort knew that. Harry was just too late to save his
friends this time. Voldemort had gotten them to come into the Forbidden Forest some how; most of the attack on them Harry didn't
know how it came to be. Frankly he didn't even care to hear.
Harry ended up deciding to go live in one of the larger
towns in America. He wanted to get as far away from London as possible, so he ended up in Redmond, Washington. It was a nice place with very large cities very
close to it, Seattle and Belleview. The very best thing about Redmond is that it seems to have little, if not any wizards
or witches in it at all. He bought a small little flat near Microsoft, Where he
got to work as an advertiser. After he got settled in he had a day before he
started work. Since he didn't know anyone there he
decided to head down to the local pub.
Once there, he just sat and ate the complimentary peanuts
and didn't get any thing, nor talked to any one. He was so upset by the fact
that the "Dream Team" was gone forever. That's what they used to be called, for
they were just how people wanted their own group of friends to be, there for
each other no matter what the risks are. Harry sat there just thinking, of that
and other memories he had of them, when one solitary tear ran down his cheek
and splattered against the old wooden table, which he sat at. Just then a nice
young lady, about Harry's age appeared. She had long, mid back length, light
brown, straight hair. She had blue eyes with a twinkle in them just like
Dumbledore's. She smiled at him and asked him, "Now what can be troubling a
handsome man like yourself to tears?" He looked
up at her, with her heavy Texan accent and wondered what and how much to tell
her, she got this weird look in her eyes, "Bye, Joe! Your
that Harry Potter fellow, I've heard so much about." she could tell that wasn't
the right thing to say at all. For Harry looked as if he
wanted to kill something now.
"It's
all my fault." Was all that he managed to get out
before he felt another tear fall a pound his cheek again, "They're dead cause
of me."
"I'm
sorry, I don't want to be noisy and all but can you tell me what your talking
about?", she looked so concerned that he just couldn't help himself, but to
spill out everything that he had been holding in for about four weeks now.
After he was done telling her and manage to stop crying she
just said simply,
"And
I thought my life is ruff." That made Harry give a
little smile. "My name is Summer Jordena; every one calls me by Summer."
"I'm
sorry to tell you all this, Summer, I really shouldn't
have."
"Don't
worry, that's what I'm best at, listening that is."
"Well
thanks for listening to me tonight; it has made me feel a little better. But I
must be going now, Good night."
"Night,
See ya around, O.K.?" With that Harry left to go home
and owl the Weasleys and tell them were he went so that they wouldn't worry. He
did feel a little better but he still hated himself. Harry felt that he had betrayed
his friends he also thought that he didn't deserve to live.
The next morning he awoke at 10. He felt so bad that he
didn't get out of bed till 11. He only got up then because the doorbell rang.'
Who could it be?' Harry wondered. He walked down the stairs until he came to
the bottom floor and went to answer the door, only wearing his pajamas (red
boxers). He opened the door, the light outside was so bright he had to squint
to see anything.
"Hello?"
He said all raspy.
"Hi,
Harry." Said a sweet Texan Voice
"Summer?"
"Yep!
It's me sleepy head."
"How'd
you know where I live?"
"My
brother saw you moving in." She stated as if it was the most obvious thing in
the world
"Oh, ok. Would you, um…, like to come in?" he asked not to
sure what to do.
"That would be lovely. Have you had breakfast yet?"
"No, just woke up." He was slowly coming awake and realized
what he was wearing. "Um, may be I should get changed."
"How about you go and take a shower and get dressed and I
will make you breakfast."
Harry looked at her in disbelief, is she real? He liked her
hospitality, but this was his house. He looked at her, and she smiled even
bigger. 'Well she seems just to be a very
helpful person, I guess.' Harry
thought. He just shook his head and rolled his eyes.
"Well, go on don't worry." With that he went upstairs to
take a shower.
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When He came back downstairs he could smell fried eggs and
pancakes. He couldn't believe how fast she made it all.
"How did you make all this, so fast?" he asked astonished
"Oh. I'm just very good at cooking." She said that while
twirling around her wand in her hands while laughing.
