Note;. I want to thank my beta reader, Rina

Chapter 1; Dampened Dreams

It was a colder then usual for this time in mid July, on the
roads Privet drive. The rain fell a bit harder, the sun shined a lot less, and the nights were just a bit darker. Or it was at least, to one, Harry Potter. who now in the middle of the night, was pretending to sleep.

Harry looked over to his clock, it was just 12 AM. 5 minutes from the last time he had checked it. He had no idea why he continued to check it. An hour from now it would still be the same, he'd still be all alone, and it'd still be dark. It was always dark.

Harry still could not explain it, but for some reason he kept half
expecting Sirius to walk through the door. Acting as though nothing had happened and he hated it. He hated how empty he felt. He hated his stupid scar. He hated how no one, anyone, anywhere, could ever know how he felt and he hated
how munch he'd love for someone to understand

"Maybe it would just be easier to end it here," he thought to himself. He could grab the knife, slit his throat, and just end it.

But did it matter? If death was nothing then what did it matter?

Harry grabbed the knife, he looked at it's sharp blade, gripping it
tightly, he looked to the window, as a white snowy owl came swerving through the window.

"Snap out of it!!" The voice shouted.

Harry threw the knife to the wall savagely. The snowy owl made a loud hooting sound and Hedwig just gave a blank look. She was used to the bangs
and loud noises her owner made.

Harry grabbed the letter from the snow owl as it flew away
quickly as though fearing for its life. Harry sat on the bed and read the formal looking letter...

Dear Mr. Potter,

The following are the results from last months Ordinary Wizarding Level
examinations

Charms- Exceeds Expectations.
Defense Against the Dark Arts- Outstanding.
History of Magic- Poor.
Astronomy- Dreadful.
Herbology- Exceeds Expectations.
Transfiguration- Exceeds Expectations.
Care of Magical Creatures- Outstanding.
Divination- Poor.
Potions- Outstanding.

The Hogwarts express will arrive at 11 AM September first.

Have a nice holiday!!!
Deputy-Headmistress
Professor McGonagall

Harry's mouth hung open as he read his final grade...an 'O' in potions?

"Oh why does God hate me?" He thought to himself.

Another year with that git Snape? The Snape who had murdered Sirius? That Snape?

To be frank, Harry would rather have dragons eat him alive than hear Snape speak.

But who knows, Snape hated him too. Maybe he won't let Harry into his class, then again Dumbledore there was all always Dumbledore...

Dumbledore. As far as Harry was concerned Dumbledore failed him.

If Dumbledore could have just told him about the prophesy none of this would have happened! But no! Harry had to be "protected"!

Harry had thought this would be a slightly more enjoyable summer. But instead of new freedoms, he lost the freedom to do anything. Even worse, the only letters he'd got were from Moody. Telling him "Not to leave the house" or even more paranoid and stupid instructions like "Don't look out the window".

What was that about? He was looking out the window now, and nothing was happening!

Harry sat in the dark for several more hours. Which in fact felt like
days. Until seven o'clock, when the smell of bacon and eggs filled the air. Harry stumbled lazily down the stairs, to the kitchen.

The Dursleys had been keen to ignore Harry in every way shape and form. Usually they would not even look at him. Moody's threat made just a mouth ago still rang in their heads loud and clear.

Harry sat down at the table. The only good thing about the summer holidays was that the Dursleys feared him.

Dudley grabbed 5 slices of bacon and 12 eggs. He was now the size of three Killer whales. Harry was happy to hear that Dudley had been expelled from his school after he nearly killed some kid named Mark Evens.

"Petunia, you really should clean the house," Vernon said clearing his throat.

"Why?" His wife asked.

"Mr. Walker and Mr. Patterson from St. Peters will be stopping by for
dinner."

St. Peters was one of the best and most exclusive private schools in the country. Mr. Walker and Mr. Patterson were teachers. One was a Head of year, the other a Form tutor. For some reason Vernon thought it would make a better impression if they treated the two men to dinner. Rather than have them interview Dudley.

Apparently he had forgotten he was so rich he could buy Dudley into St. Peters.

"Now Dudley," Vernon statred, "you need to stand straight and sound proper.

"We'll go over what you're meant to say after breakfast!"

"You really think they're going to let him in?" Harry snorted.

"This is none of your business!!" shouted Petunia. "You should be up in your room anyway."

"Well I don't even want to be at your stupid dinner!" Harry said
coldly.

"Good." The Dursleys said in unison.

Harry ate the rest of his eggs.

He was only on the first step when he looked out the window. Some man was outside, leaning on what looked like a very expensive black car. Perhaps it was a Mercedes, with leather interior.

The man was a towering gentleman, as wide as a bear. He had very tattered black hair and a goatee, but none of this grabbed Harry's attention. The man was wearing a cloak. A cloak!! Was he a wizard?

He looked directly at Harry. His eyes were like black holes, beady and piercing. It seemed like they had the power to look down to the depths of someone's soul. They were a lot like Snape's eyes. The man gave Harry a smug smile, climbed back into his car and drove off.

Harry could just picture Moody growling "I told you so".