From someone looking outside in, you would think that this was just your average normal house. Nothing out of the ordinary about this place, but if go a bit deeper, up a the staircase, and to the first door on your left you would be amazed at how not normal it was. Because inside that room lied a boy that had just experienced a year from hell and life was not getting any better. The boy was Harry Potter.

To any person he was just your typical fifteen-waiting-to-turn-sixteen-year-old boy. But to the wizarding world he was so much more. He was the Boy-Who-Lived, now to anyone that might be a really cool thing to be known for, but for Harry it was a nightmare since day one.

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Lying on his bed for hours on end was the only thing Harry could do; it was either that or deal with his only living relatives the Dursleys. Since the attacks of the dementors of last year and the sweet little chat that MadEye Moody had with Uncle Vernon, the Dursleys had became more and more strange towards Harry; if that was possible. Every time Harry would come down to the kitchen the Durselys would stop what they were doing and would wait until he was done and sit down or leave. God they act like I got the plague or something.

Today Harry lied on his bed for quite a long time just thinking, which usually got him in just a worse mood. Why do I have to stay here? I mean I should be able to take care of myself after what I did last year, after what happened at the Ministry of Magic. Oh no don't think of that it only brings up…. but it was too late he had already thought of the one person who he was trying not to think of Sirius. Instantly images of that night were playing in his mind like an old black and white film. Within minutes a tear had fell down his cheek with just the thought of not having his godfather back in his life.

When realizing what was going on he got up from bed and moved around his room. He's gone and theirs nothing you can do about it so why bother crying like a baby. Sirius wouldn't do it and you shouldn't; just forget. But it was hard to forget. How can forget about someone you cared about some much. But he did the same thing every time to distract himself to numb the pain only if it was for a little while.

After pacing for a few minutes Harry's focus was brought to his desk where their were a bunch of scattered open letters addressed to him. Some were from Ron and Hermione, Dumbledore, Lupin, and even that Loony Luna all asking the same thing how he was. He had read all of them but just didn't know how to answer them so he just didn't. how could he express the feelings that he was going through right now. Sure I could lie and tell them I'm fine but I know they won't believe me; especially Hermione.

When an hour or so passed he realized it was around lunch and went downstairs to grab a bite to eat. Once downstairs the same thing that always happened every time he saw the Dursleys; they stopped eating, reading, cleaning and a three pairs of eyes just started staring at him. Once the Dursleys registered that Harry wasn't going curse them all into oblivion they went back to their normal banter.

"Have you seen these gas prices. Its because of all of these damn foreigners that what it is." Uncle Vernon said while reading the paper about the growing price of gasoline around the world. "It will be soon I'll have to sell our new car if they don't go down"

"No dad you said that I could have that car once I turn of age", wined Dudley while slamming the rest of his sandwich into is mouth.

"Will see, Will see; Right Petunia", said Vernon

But Aunt Petunia didn't answer; she wasn't even in the kitchen.

"Petunia dear where are you?" said Vernon frantically.

"I'm in the front hall and you won't believe the tribe that moved into the house across the street". said Petunia with a disgusted tone.

As fast as she said the last sentence the other two Dursleys jumped up from their chairs to catch a peek. Harry on the hand stayed right where he was enjoying the rest of his lunch yet feeling a little disgusted. He knew that the Dursleys were the nosiest people alive but it was still revolting the way the loved to pry in other peoples lives.

"Jesus Christ how many children do they have their has to be four or five out their." said Vernon

"And look at that disgusting dog; it better not touch my flowers.", said Petunia

"Look at that blokes clothes dad". said Dudley while pointing out the window.

"I know they look almost like….

Before Uncle Vernon could finish sentence all three of them were back in the kitchen staring at Harry.

"What?"

"Look at what you have started!.", said Vernon angrily and all of them left the kitchen at once.

Not knowing what they were talking about Harry walked to the front hallway and looked outside. Their were people moving into the house a couple house across from them and they did look like a pretty big family, but that's wasn't what made Harry shocked the most. What made him shocked the most was that one of the men standing on the driveway look way too familiar.

"Dumbledore"