So, this is the first story that I´m going to post here, but not the first one that I've written, so flame it all you want. Just don´t be extremely mean, because that´s not necessary. Anyway, on with the story...
Disclaimer: I don´t own Harry Potter or anything you recognize, especially not the song In My Place.
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Harry woke up feeling sad and lonely. It wasn´t a new feeling, actually he had a lot of experience with it, but it was still rather unpleasant, even if he was used to it.
It was one of the last days of summer vacation, for him, the worst and most dreaded time of the year. Living in his relatives´ houses since a baby, he never knew love. Or he supposed he had, but he was too small to remember it. He missed his parents, even though he wasn´t sure of how one can miss something he never had or knew, or in his case, remembered.
He always felt a little empty inside every time he watched Ron and Mrs. Weasley or when Hermione talked about her parents. They usually worked really hard to avoid the topic whenever he was around, but as the year went on, and they started to miss their parents, it started to become harder and harder, until it seemed inevitable. He knew they felt guilty about it as soon as the words left their mouths, but he never blamed them, just wished he could feel like that too.
Since he met Sirius and Lupin, things got a little better. At least he knew some things about James and Lily Potter that until last June, seemed for him further than he would ever be able to reach. He now knew that his mother was extremely bright and that his father had a talent for trouble, but was overall a good man who tried to protect his wife and son with everything he had, including his life.
That gave him hope that one day he would know more about them. And now, he had two people that cared for him, Sirius and Lupin. Looking back, he would say that he had a very good year, even with all the bad things that happened.
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Very short with no purposes. Wrote this while listening to In My Place by Coldplay. I know that there are more than two people that care about Harry, but we all know he doesn´t see it. Thanks for reading and review, please.
Lily