Prologue
Disclaimer: I do not and have never owned Harry Potter
Withdrawn, quiet, thin, neglected, abused, reserved, distrustful, cautious, and guarded were all words that could be used to describe one Harry James Potter, depressed however, was not such a term.
By all rights he should have been depressed, and all his friends seemed to think he was, not only that but they wouldn't leave him alone, ever since they'd come and dragged him quite literally in the middle of the night out of his bed and over to Headquarters, he had had not a moment of peace, if Ginny, Hermione or Ron weren't bugging him to go outside, or god forbid open up about his feelings, they were ignoring him, too wrapped up in their own budding relationships to even care about anything else.
Not that them ignoring him bothered him much, actually he preferred it, he'd matured far too much over to course of the summer, when the only things he'd been left to do were think and read.
Most of the time his thoughts still ended up with his late godfather, but he had long since realized Sirius wouldn't have wanted him to mope around and act depressed over his death. It was just the way he was.
Currently the Boy-Who-Lived was buried in a tome that completely obscured his face and a good portion of his upper body from view. The book was glamored to read Quidditch Through the Ages; due to the fact that the actual material of the book was something nobody would want the savior of the Light to be reading.
If anyone had actually been able to see the book it was quite probable that they wouldn't have been able to read it anyway as it was written in a little known language called Tehell'an. If said person had even recognized said language they would have questioned how in the world their savior (unless of course they actually worked for the insane lunatic calling himself Lord Voldemort) had come to learn the language of the Dark Elves.
Faint footsteps outside the library door were what finally caught Harry's' attention, several hours later.
It was, by now normal, routine if you were that Hermione and Ron would come to 'fetch' him for their mandatory time together. Despite their best efforts the boy had neither opened up nor let his guard down, making all three of them wonder why Dumbledore enforced that fact that they were to spend at least a couple hours a day to together. This rule was reinforced by Molly Weasley, insisting that Harry was just a child and as such he needed to spend time with those his own age and not just his dusty old books.
While it wasn't clear to them what he was studying for, most of the books seemed about random subjects, or Quidditch. Politics and law seemed to be a favorite, and he went through great trouble to discuss it with some of the older members of the Order.
It would almost seem as if he were planning something…
A/N: I know this chapter is short but… yeah, I really don't know where this is going, so don't bother asking me.