Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter in any form. J.K. Rowling does.

Italics are personal thoughts.

Harry woke up pale and sweaty breathing hard. He got up and looked at himself in the mirror. A skinny boy of-Harry looked at the clock 2 a.m.-fifteen looked back. Harry looked back at his reflection and realized that tears were mixed in with his sweat. Harry tried not to think about his dream. About Cedric.

Ever since he got back to the Dursleys he had been having the same dream almost every night.

He was standing in a graveyard; A boy about a year or so older than he was stood beside him.

Then he saw a flash of green light and the boy was dead.

The boy was Cedric Diggory. Voldemort had killed him at the end of the third task when the trophy had transported him and Harry to the graveyard.

Harry felt responsible for Cedric's death. He had told him to take the cup with him for a double victory. But Cedric had died.

Harry wiped the tears off his face angrily. Why does Voldemort have to ruin everything?  He went over to the window and opened it. He searched the skies for Hedwig, his snowy white owl, hoping she would have a letter from Sirius his godfather.

He had been writing to Sirius a lot lately. He wanted to see him badly.  He was the only person Harry could talk to. The only person who was like a parent to him. He asked tons of times when he would be able to see him. The answer was always the same. Not yet but soon. Harry was hoping it was very soon. He was starting to get really depressed.
Sirius had told him not to think about the third task too much. But Harry couldn't help it if there was nothing else to do but think about that.

He had already finished all the work the teachers had assigned it had been pretty easy in his opinion. He wondered what Hermione would say when he told her that he had already finished. Harry decided to try to go back to bed.

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Harry felt something nipping him on the ear. He groggily opened his eyes and rolled over coming face-to-face with Hedwig.

''Hey girl.''

She nipped her beak at him and held out her leg where two letters were attached. ''Thanks girl'' he said.

He reached over in the nightstand and gave her a few owl treats, which she accepted gratefully.

Harry recognized Hermione's neat handwriting and Ron's untidy scrawl. He opened Hermione's first.

Dear Harry,

Happy Birthday! I hope you're doing well and not thinking too much about the third task and Voldemort.
It wasn't your fault. I'm sure you'll Sirius soon. You'll be getting your present later on today. That's all I'm saying.

Love from,
Hermione

Getting her present later on today? How in the world would he get her present later on today?
Harry shook his head and opened Ron's letter. They were the same except for whom it was from. Identical.
Did this mean the Weasleys and Hermione were coming to the Dursleys? He doubted it. He pushed these thoughts aside as he dressed and went downstairs to the kitchen.

The Dursleys didn't even look up as Harry entered the room. Harry didn't mind he was used to it. Harry turned his attention to the reporter on TV.

His jaw dropped and his eyes widened in fear at what the reporter was saying.

He couldn't, he wouldn't believe it. It couldn't be true.

It just couldn't be true. There was just no way what the reporter was saying could be true.

If it was true it was his fault.

''No" Harry whispered. He wasn't going to believe it till Dumbledore told him it was true.

hmmmmmmmm...what couldn't be true? if u want to know review.please review.
this is my first fan fic.sorry for the spelling and grammer mistakes.please review.

*Revised on 8-9-03*