Harry awoke suddenly to feel his scar prickling. He thought back to what he had been dreaming about and a wave of pain overtook him…Sirius. This had been happening ever since he returned to Number 4, Privet Drive. His dreams had been filled with images of Sirius and his death. Harry now felt a lump in his throat and the sudden desire to cry.

            "It's all my fault," he said aloud, tears streaming down his face. "It's all my bloody fault!"

He had been doing this all summer, blaming himself for Sirius's death and for putting his friends in danger.

If I hadn't been so stupid. If I would have learned Occlumency. It I wasn't so careless and thoughtless. I could have gotten my best friends killed!  he thought to himself.

Of course nobody blamed him. Ron and Hermione had been writing him everyday to make sure he was alright. He only responded because he knew that they would worry if he didn't. He remembered the words spoken by Mad-Eye Moody at King's Cross just a few weeks ago, "…If we don't hear from you for three days in a row, we'll send someone along…" .  So his replies were short and to the point, usually reassuring his friends that he was fine. The letters that he disliked the most were the ones from Remus Lupin. It wasn't that he didn't like hearing from him but it pained him to read Lupin's letters. Sirius was his best friend and the last living Marauder, (besides Peter Pettigrew), and Harry himself had gotten him killed.

The Dursleys had been on edge for the first few weeks that Harry had been home. Uncle Vernon was extremely jumpy and very alert. The slightest creak in the floor boards or the sound of a door closing would make him upset. Once Harry had gotten up to get a drink of water during the night and he came bursting into the kitchen with a bat in hand screaming, "Get out of my house you crazy lunatics! The boy is fine! I will NOT have you crackpots barging in here to rescue him in the middle of the night!" Uncle Vernon was surprised to see Harry standing there instead of the "crazy lunatics" that he had expected. But he wasn't the only one acting strangely. Dudley and Aunt Petunia were also behaving differently. They were staying out of his way and being abnormally polite to him. They fed him a decent amount and even bought him some clothes that fit him. Harry decided that Aunt Petunia had forced Dudley to be civil to him because she did not want "his crowd" showing up at the front door. The last thing she wanted was for there to be rumors flying around about a group of people dressed in robes approaching her house.

It was now 7:30 in the morning so he decided to get dressed. He got up and pulled on a pair of jeans and a new shirt that Aunt Petunia had just bought for him. He needed something to take his mind off of his dream, but Hedwig was out hunting and he had already read 'Quidditch: Through the Ages', several times more than he ever wanted to. He decided to finish some of his homework that was given for the holidays. He grudgingly pulled out his Potions essay that Professor Snape had assigned. It was supposed to be 24 inches on the properties of varstrewn leaf and its uses in potion making. By 9:30, Harry had 13 inches done and could hear his stomach growling. He went downstairs to the kitchen where breakfast was cooking. Aunt Petunia took Harry by surprise when she greeted him.

"Good morning Harry."

"Good morning," 

"How did you sleep?"

"Umm…fine," he replied

"What would you like for breakfast?"

Normally this would have shocked him because he generally just got to eat whatever Dudley didn't finish, but since he had returned to Privet Drive he always had a choice of what he wanted to eat.

"I think I'll just have some bacon and eggs," he replied. Within a few minutes he was served his breakfast. He didn't normally read the paper but today there was something that caught his eye.

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