Disclaimer: The characters and magical things in this story do not
belong to me. They are entirely © J. K. Rowling. This story is my own
made-up version of a Harry Potter story.
Harrys's summer at Private Drive couldn't have been any worse. He no longer had Sirius to scare the Dursley's with. Or to write to. He had all his normal freedoms, if you could call them that, but he wasn't in the mood. He had gotton birthday presents from Ron and his family, Hermione, Hagrid, Neville Longbottom, surprisingly, and even Luna Lovegood. They all had known about Sirius' death. Harry didn't want, or like people feeling sorry for him. Which he was quite sure was the reason he had got so many presents.
He also got a letter from Remus Lupin, his old Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and an old friend of his fathers - and Sirius' - saying:
Harry was tempted to throw down the letter and never read it. The only reason he didn't was because the letter was from Lupin, and he couldn't be mean, and he half-hoped there would be a method of talking to Sirius hidden somewhere in the letter.
One day, Harry was just crossing off a day on his calender, when he got a letter from Ron. Hedwig had brought it in and Harry supposed she had gotten bored and went to see Ron. She must have had perfect timing, too.
That was something to look forwards to at least. He wondered if Hermione would be there, too, when another owl flew excitedly in his window. Pigwidgeon, Ron's owl.
For the second time that summer, Harry smiled. He put Pig and Hedwig into her cage. Then he packed his things into his trunk and went to bed early. He would let the Dursley's know he was leaving tomorrow.
Harrys's summer at Private Drive couldn't have been any worse. He no longer had Sirius to scare the Dursley's with. Or to write to. He had all his normal freedoms, if you could call them that, but he wasn't in the mood. He had gotton birthday presents from Ron and his family, Hermione, Hagrid, Neville Longbottom, surprisingly, and even Luna Lovegood. They all had known about Sirius' death. Harry didn't want, or like people feeling sorry for him. Which he was quite sure was the reason he had got so many presents.
He also got a letter from Remus Lupin, his old Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and an old friend of his fathers - and Sirius' - saying:
Dear Harry,
The words that are written in this letter may not help you in the least, but I wanted - no, needed - to talk to you about Sirius' death.
The words that are written in this letter may not help you in the least, but I wanted - no, needed - to talk to you about Sirius' death.
Harry was tempted to throw down the letter and never read it. The only reason he didn't was because the letter was from Lupin, and he couldn't be mean, and he half-hoped there would be a method of talking to Sirius hidden somewhere in the letter.
I
know you must be taking it extremely hard, I am. I don't know what to
say to you to make you feel better. But, I
guess the truth is, I can't. As harsh as it sounds, nothing
will make you feel better. I know you won't forget
Sirius, I won't either, but you, and I, we must move
on.
Now, on to more present matters. [No pun intended, Harry.] I want you to have a great birthday, and a nice summer to follow. I have enclosed a gift.
Moony
P.S. You can always tell the Dursley's you have a werewolf for a guardian. Wink - wink.
Although the letter made Harry smile, it didn't make
him feel much better at all, just as Lupin had said. The rest of his
summer wasn't too terrible - for the Dursley's - but he was still
crossing off the days until the Hogwarts Express would take him home.Now, on to more present matters. [No pun intended, Harry.] I want you to have a great birthday, and a nice summer to follow. I have enclosed a gift.
Moony
P.S. You can always tell the Dursley's you have a werewolf for a guardian. Wink - wink.
One day, Harry was just crossing off a day on his calender, when he got a letter from Ron. Hedwig had brought it in and Harry supposed she had gotten bored and went to see Ron. She must have had perfect timing, too.
Harry,
Mum and Dad have agreed to let you come over. We'll pick you up tomorrow - floo powder - and we can go to Diagon Alley the last week before school. (Mum said to tell you.) See you then!
Ron
Mum and Dad have agreed to let you come over. We'll pick you up tomorrow - floo powder - and we can go to Diagon Alley the last week before school. (Mum said to tell you.) See you then!
Ron
That was something to look forwards to at least. He wondered if Hermione would be there, too, when another owl flew excitedly in his window. Pigwidgeon, Ron's owl.
P.S. - Hermione's here. She says Hi. Picking you up tomorrow at noon! And will you keep Pig until then?
For the second time that summer, Harry smiled. He put Pig and Hedwig into her cage. Then he packed his things into his trunk and went to bed early. He would let the Dursley's know he was leaving tomorrow.