Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER OR GREEN DAY! This story was originally published under the title Wake Me Up When September Ends, but it had some problems and it got deleted. Oh yeah... For those of you who are wondering which of us 3 Marauders wrote this, it's me, MOONY! Now READ AND REVIEW!
CHAPTER 1 REVELATIONS Harry's POVI'm alone.
I can't even remember the last time when I didn't feel this way. I guess it's normal now. I feel cold and empty.
Sirius was the last of my family- well, the last of my wizarding family, at least. The Dursleys are so foul; I don't even know how they can be considered human. The only reason I'm with them is because of Dumbledore- bloody, stupid, blasted Dumbledore.
Sometimes, it hurts just thinking about that night. Everything was painful; Sirius's death, seeing my friends hurt so bad, not to mention being possessed by Voldemort. I have nightmares about it almost every night.
I really hate my life.
KOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOThe boy called Harry Potter was trapped in a nightmare. This was a recurring one. He was in the Department of Mysteries, watching his godfather, Sirius Black, fall into the Veil. Then the scene changed to the point when the Dark Lord Voldemort was possessing him, using his body as a tool for his own devices.
He tore himself out of the nightmare violently, waking up in a sweat with the sheets twisted around his small frame. His eyes were wide with fear. He didn't scream; he had learned to control that.
He crawled out of bed and stared at himself in the mirror. He hadn't eaten all day, only drinking water. He hadn't even touched the pies that Mrs. Weasley had sent with his birthday presents, which he normally welcomed gladly. He was just too sad. Sirius's death was taking a heavy toll on the boy.
Harry threw himself back into bed and cried himself to sleep, hoping that his dreams wouldn't be haunted by nightmares.