A/N: hey all! I'm Araxia and this is my first fanfic! I decided to throw in a new love interest for little Harry. But she first has to become less independent and Harry has to stop feeling sorry for himself. See what happens inâ€.well you already know the title. So ONWARD MY STALLIONS!!!

It was a humid night in July. On Privet Drive, all was quiet. The pale moon's light glowed on the stone street. But if you stand on the curb, and look up at the second floor window of house four. Then you saw our hero, Harry Potter.

Harry had created a habit of sitting on his bedroom windowpane and staring at the moon. His thick rimmed glasses hung on the bridge of his nose, his emerald green eyes gazed off into space, and his messy jet black hair swayed in the midsummer breeze. His thoughts were more like pictures. He pictured his two best friends Ron Weasely and Herimone Granger, his beloved godfather Sirius Black dying, a dead Cedric Diggory in his arms, the wicked Lord Voldemort, the corridors of his school, Hogwarts.

Harry cried at the thought of his godfather Sirius. The Famous Boy Who Lived was crying on the night of his seventeenth birthday. Harry (once again) blamed himself for Sirius Black's death even though he heard a million times that it wasn't his fault. But he couldn't help feel it was. With that, Harry decided to fall asleep and get lost in some weird dream. Harry planted his feet on the ugly, rough carpet, closed his window, put his glasses on his nightstand, settled in his twin bed and turned out the lamp.

On Privet Drive

A medium size figure stood on the stone street. It was in a long trench coat, huge combat boots and a top hat that were all black. The figure had watched Harry the whole entire time he sat on his windowpane and was now moving towards the Dursely's house.

In Harry's bedroom

CRASH!

Harry shot up to look around to see who made that noise. He grabbed his glasses and turned the lamp back on. But, when Harry turn to look back at his room and black shade blocked his view:

????: "Do any type of verb and die."

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