It was the end of Harry's fifth year and he had just gotten off the Hogwarts Express. Harry was in better spirits as he followed the Dursley to their blue compact car.
Maybe this summer won't be so bad. He thought. After the Order had threatened the Dursleys to treat him properly he was sure his summer wouldn't be as bad as the others.
Well I hope. He thought glumly. However, there was still and empty spot in his heart because Sirus was dead. Harry missed him terribly but after thinking about his talk with Nearly Headless Nick, he began to understand that it wasn't his fault, that there was nothing else he could have done. Harry had been tricked and he had originally blamed himself but then he realized that he was being too hard on himself. This was how he had come to terms with Sirus' death. Now, he decided he was going to work every night on Occlumency because he was determined not to fall into another trap.
As they approached the car, Uncle Vernon took his keys out of his navy-blue slacks and unlocked the car doors. Everyone got into the car and Uncle Vernon started the engine. He turned his turn signal on and pulled into the road.
They drove through downtown London and reached the farmland which spread between London and Surrey. They drove and drove and drove. Slowly the car began to ascend a hill.
At the top of the hill, a semi-truck was coming down but there was something wrong. It was swerving between its own lane and the lane Harry and the Dursleys were in.
"Oh, no!" Aunt Petunia screamed.
The truck was heading right for them. Uncle Vernon tried to turn out of the way but…
WHAM!
Harry closed his eyes. No, please, I don't want to die. He heard metal crashing, bones braking, and the Dursleys screaming in pain.
Wait, he thought. Why don't I feel any pain? Am I dead? Harry decided that it was best he didn't move. With his eyes still closed, he fell into a weary slumber.