A/N I do not own Harry Potter, it is the property of Miss J.K Rowling and
Warnerbros. So please don't sue me.
Chapter 1- Prologue
Harry was unhappy. He had not been happy in a long time. It was his nature to keep things to himself. It was his way of protecting others. By him doing that, people would not be killed because of him. He remembered that night in the Department of Mysteries, seeing his shocked godfather falling through the veil. He shook his head violently, as if trying to shake the thoughts out of his head. There was no point remembering, knowing that he could not change it. He was thoroughly depressed. In a way, he was glad he was not at The Burrow, everyone asking him how he was. At least at the Dursley's he was not bombarded with questions, he could keep to him all day. He did not even have to turn up at mealtimes, the Dursley's did not give a damn if he ate or not. But there was the weekly visit from Moody, Tonks and Lupin, much to Harry's and the Dursley's disliking. He hated the fact that they thought they needed to come and check on him, asking how he was. He hated that question. Ever since he started Hogwarts, he was always asked that question. Instead of being delighted to see a wizard to hating seeing one. Knowing the first thing out of their mouth would either be how are you feeling or Do you want to talk about something. He knew they were talking about Sirius' death, he hated it. He knew he should get up soon, knowing on of the weekly visits was on its way. As he looked over at the clock on his bedside table, he nearly fell out of bed in shock. It was late, very late.
Chapter 1- Prologue
Harry was unhappy. He had not been happy in a long time. It was his nature to keep things to himself. It was his way of protecting others. By him doing that, people would not be killed because of him. He remembered that night in the Department of Mysteries, seeing his shocked godfather falling through the veil. He shook his head violently, as if trying to shake the thoughts out of his head. There was no point remembering, knowing that he could not change it. He was thoroughly depressed. In a way, he was glad he was not at The Burrow, everyone asking him how he was. At least at the Dursley's he was not bombarded with questions, he could keep to him all day. He did not even have to turn up at mealtimes, the Dursley's did not give a damn if he ate or not. But there was the weekly visit from Moody, Tonks and Lupin, much to Harry's and the Dursley's disliking. He hated the fact that they thought they needed to come and check on him, asking how he was. He hated that question. Ever since he started Hogwarts, he was always asked that question. Instead of being delighted to see a wizard to hating seeing one. Knowing the first thing out of their mouth would either be how are you feeling or Do you want to talk about something. He knew they were talking about Sirius' death, he hated it. He knew he should get up soon, knowing on of the weekly visits was on its way. As he looked over at the clock on his bedside table, he nearly fell out of bed in shock. It was late, very late.