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Outside of Harry Potter's window, the sun was setting. He watched as the beautiful oranges and pinks blended together to create a breathtaking swirl of colors in the sky. It was amazing how things seemed to go on after a tragedy. Harry almost expected the sun to stop rising and setting so he could mourn for Sirius without missing anything important.

It had been several months since Sirius had died while Harry stood there, horrified, just watching as he fell through the curtain

The tapping of Hedwig against his bedroom window startled him from his musings. He wearily went to unlatch the window and let her in.

She was carrying a letter. The scrawling, messy handwriting on the envelope told Harry the letter was from Ron.

Harry,

Mum wants to know if you would like to come spend the rest of the summer with us. Dumbledore says it's ok. Let me know ho you're doing, ok?

Ron

Harry didn't even smile at the prospect of going to the Burrow. He felt just as sad as he did before. He grabbed a quill and some paper and scrawled a hasty note back to Ron.

Ron,

Yeah going back to the burrow sounds great. Tell your mum to pick me up sometime next week. Thanks for inviting me. See you soon. Have you guys gotten your OWL scores yet?

Harry

P.S. Don't use Floo powder. My aunt and uncle don't like it. And also, it'd be better if you don't bring Fred and George either. No more "Ton Tongues" this year.

As he read over the note, even he could tell it didn't sound like him. It was too formal and upright for Ron and Hermione, not to mention the rest of the people residing at the Burrow.

Harry heaved a huge sigh of weariness and sadness. He tied the letter to Hedwig's leg and gently stroked her beak for a few minutes.

"Send this to Ron, ok?" he said. He fed her some cheese and opened the window. She flew out gracefully, dipping her wings.

Harry sat down a chair and opened the photo album he'd gotten from Hagrid in his first year at Hogwarts. He flipped open to the picture of his parents on their wedding day. He gently touched the picture of Sirius with his thumb. Suddenly, as if someone had thrown scalding water over his hand, he drew it back. Right next to Sirius was Peter Pettigrew, or Wormtail. Harry hated Wormtail almost as much as Voldemort.

Harry set aside the book. He propped his chin on his hands and looked out the window at the fading sunset.

Suddenly, the sound of screams made him jerk his head up and look out the window.

"Help! Somebody help me! It's the one who killed Lily!HELP!"