Harry Potter and the Green Flame Torch
By: Nathan A. Wingert (aka sci-fi/fan_06) Please note: Plot is MINE, all characters belong to Mrs. J.K. Rowling; without her imagination, I couldn't type this story!
Chapter I: The Depressing Summer "Sirius, Sirius." No answer. The voice said it again, still no answer. Harry Potter woke up with sweat pouring down his face, as well as tears swelling in his eyes. He knew it was too late; he knew Sirius wasn't coming back. Harry kept telling himself all summer that it was his own fault for Sirius' death. He had after all, fallen for Voldemort's trick and his banking on Harry's "love of playing hero".
This was in fact the most miserable summer Harry had ever experienced in his life. It wasn't the Dursleys, it wasn't Dumbledore, it was himself. He had felt so guilty with Sirius' death, that he became depressed. The stupid Dursley's didn't care that he never saw any of them, they didn't care, and that Harry locked himself in his room all the time. Dumbledore had told him why he needed to be here in the first place, last year. Now that memory seemed an eternity ago. Even the daunting words of that prophesy that had brought around Harry's parent's deaths, seemed distant.
Harry had become so depressed that he had thought about magical suicide many times; however, there was this little calming voice inside his head that made him stop. He wasn't going to commit suicide, he was going to live, he was going to receive his O.W.L. results, he was going to see Ron, Hermonie, the rest of the Weasleys and those the loved and influenced. Harry was going to graduate from Hogwarts, he was going to become an aurror, and he was going to murder Bellatrix because she killed Sirius.
His depression had also caused a distancing in his social life. Moody told him to write every 3 days to reassure him that the Dursleys were okay; his letters had been 1 liners. Harry also stopped writing to Ron and Hermoine as much. He figured he didn't want his letters intercepted and he didn't want to tell them about his mental issues. Harry was told last year, that his O.W.L. results would come in the summer but, he hadn't received them and wasn't sure of what to expect.
By: Nathan A. Wingert (aka sci-fi/fan_06) Please note: Plot is MINE, all characters belong to Mrs. J.K. Rowling; without her imagination, I couldn't type this story!
Chapter I: The Depressing Summer "Sirius, Sirius." No answer. The voice said it again, still no answer. Harry Potter woke up with sweat pouring down his face, as well as tears swelling in his eyes. He knew it was too late; he knew Sirius wasn't coming back. Harry kept telling himself all summer that it was his own fault for Sirius' death. He had after all, fallen for Voldemort's trick and his banking on Harry's "love of playing hero".
This was in fact the most miserable summer Harry had ever experienced in his life. It wasn't the Dursleys, it wasn't Dumbledore, it was himself. He had felt so guilty with Sirius' death, that he became depressed. The stupid Dursley's didn't care that he never saw any of them, they didn't care, and that Harry locked himself in his room all the time. Dumbledore had told him why he needed to be here in the first place, last year. Now that memory seemed an eternity ago. Even the daunting words of that prophesy that had brought around Harry's parent's deaths, seemed distant.
Harry had become so depressed that he had thought about magical suicide many times; however, there was this little calming voice inside his head that made him stop. He wasn't going to commit suicide, he was going to live, he was going to receive his O.W.L. results, he was going to see Ron, Hermonie, the rest of the Weasleys and those the loved and influenced. Harry was going to graduate from Hogwarts, he was going to become an aurror, and he was going to murder Bellatrix because she killed Sirius.
His depression had also caused a distancing in his social life. Moody told him to write every 3 days to reassure him that the Dursleys were okay; his letters had been 1 liners. Harry also stopped writing to Ron and Hermoine as much. He figured he didn't want his letters intercepted and he didn't want to tell them about his mental issues. Harry was told last year, that his O.W.L. results would come in the summer but, he hadn't received them and wasn't sure of what to expect.