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Chapter 1- See you soon
Harry sighed and looked out of the window. He felt tears fall freely down his face as he thought about what had happened last year. How he had lost the only person he'd ever considered a parental figure. He closed his eyes and let himself take him to the memories he had of Sirius. To how he'd felt when Sirius had suggested Harry moving with him to his house. How last year Sirius had supported all of his decisions every step of the way.
After a few minutes Harry slowly got up and picked up his magical guitar just sitting under his bed. He had bought in his third year, when he'd been staying at the Leaky Cauldron. Although Harry had never told anyone, he was a brilliant musician. In primary school his music teacher had found him sitting in the music room and playing the guitar and had been highly impressed of the small, scrawny child. She had offered tutor him more, but Harry had refused knowing the Dursley's would never pay a single penny on him. But his Ms. Blight had been so impressed she had offered to teach for free. After that she taught him all she knew about music and told him he had pure talent in the area. Harry had only started writing his own songs in second year, he hadn't told anyone because he was slightly afraid of their reactions. He had gotten better over the years, writing and singing more and more in private. He had even sung one of his to Sirius after his breakup with Cho. Sirius had been astounded at how well Harry could sing.
Harry got out a piece of parchment and set to work. He managed to finish his song that he had written for Sirius. Music was only second to flying in what cleared Harry's mind and let him get over his problems- usually grief. He then got out his magical guitar and slowly pressed solo. Magical guitars had their perks- solo only allowed the person playing be able to hear the music being played and their voices were also only heard to themselves. It was very helpful to keep the Dursley's asleep.
Harry then begun singing:
"It's been a long day without you, my friend
And I'll tell you all about it when I see you again
We've come a long way from where we began
Oh, I'll tell you all about it when I see you again
When I see you again
Dang, who knew?
All the planes we flew
Good things we've been through
That I'll be standing right here talking to you
'Bout another path
I know we loved to hit the road and laugh
But something told me that it wouldn't last
Had to switch up
Look at things different, see the bigger picture
Those were the days
Hard work forever pays
Now I see you in a better place (see you in a better place)
Uh
How can we not talk about family when family's all that we got?
Everything I went through you were standing there by my side
And now you gon' be with me for the last ride
It's been a long day without you, my friend
And I'll tell you all about it when I see you again
We've come a long way from where we began
Oh, I'll tell you all about it when I see you again
When I see you again
(Aah oh, aah oh
Wooooh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Yeah
First you both go out your way
And the vibe is feeling strong
And what's small turn to a friendship
A friendship turn to a bond
And that bond will never be broken
The love will never get lost
And when brotherhood come first
Then the line will never be crossed
Established it on our own
When that line had to be drawn
And that line is what we reach
So remember me when I'm gone
How can we not talk about family when family's all that we got?
Everything I went through you were standing there by my side
And now you gon' be with me for the last ride
So let the light guide your way, yeah
Hold every memory as you go
And every road you take, will always lead you home, home
It's been a long day without you, my friend
And I'll tell you all about it when I see you again
We've come a long way from where we began
Oh, I'll tell you all about it when I see you again
When I see you again
Aah oh, aah oh
Wooooh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Yeah
When I see you again
See you again
When I see you again
Aah oh, aah oh
Wooooh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Yeah
When I see you again"
Harry smiled slightly and wiped his eyes. Goodbye Sirius. Sirius wouldn't want me too mope around. He would want me to get over it and start enjoying life. Just then, there was a tap on the window. Harry quickly looked up to see Hedwig. Harry opened the window slowly to let her in.
"Hey girl, how was your hunt?" Harry asked stroking her. Hedwig hooted appreciatively. Harry then saw a few letters tied to her claw. He slowly untied them and recognized the Hermione's handwriting on the first one. He sighed, Hermione and Ron had been on his case since last year. Ron had been telling him he should talk about it, no doubt Hermione put him up to it. Hermione kept telling him about ways to get over grief, steps from books she'd read. He'd got a several books on how to get over grief. He looked at the letters. One was from Hermione, the scrawny handwriting was definitely Ron, then there was one letter that surprised him most. He didn't recognize the handwriting at all. He opened it out of curiosity and started reading.
Dear Harry,
I'm sure your surprised that I'm writing to you. I wrote this ages ago, but my dear brother Ron just wouldn't let me borrow Pig and Errol was already out on a hunt. Then surprisingly Hedwig showed up, and just so you know you have a very smart owl. She waited until she had both Ron and Hermione's letters and then she came to me. I just thought you should know that you are not the only one in this world to feel tricked by Riddle. I'm not going to ask you to talk about it, because I know how annoying it is. And I'm sure you've heard it from Ron and Hermione plenty of times. I just want to tell you that I'm here if you do want to talk. Now onto happier notes, how are you? Wait, bad question. No one can be good with the Dursleys. I hope you get out of there as soon as possible. Ron and Hermione are driving me crazy. I need someone sane around here. I swear if they don't make up soon, I'm going to lock them both in a broom cupboard until they snog each other senseless. Also Ron's being a jerk lately. He keeps annoying me about Dean. "You're not allowed to date Ginny". I swear by the time school start's; I'm going to hex him into next century. Hermione keeps going on about how you're probably cooped up in that house. "Scared and alone, poor Harry". They're both so infuriating. They were both so surprised when I said I was going to write to you. Honestly, by the way they talk you'd think they were your only friends. I think you might be coming over soon, and you're the only one that can stop them two from bickering. I don't know how you do it, but you're the only one that save me from hitting the brink of insanity right now.
Your friend, (I hope)
Ginny
After reading Ginny's letter Harry felt oddly pleased. She was the only one that hadn't yet tried to get him to talk. He smiled as he thought about the hexes Ginny would aim at Ron if he annoyed her anymore about her love life. Seriously, Ginny was his sister, but she was her own person. She could probably handle a boy a lot better than Ron probably could. He was confused about how his stomach was doing somersaults in his body after reading her letter. He shrugged it off and started reading Hermione and Ron's letters. Steps to get over grief. Hang in there. You'll get over it. He sighed again and slowly got to bed. Ron and Hermione needed to understand he'd get over it on his own terms. The only interesting thing out of there letters was that Ron said he was going to be going to the Weasleys house soon.
With the multiple hints in their letters Harry mused they were together. Harry thought about Ginny's letter and smiled as he thought about bickering Ron and Hermione. Some things never changed. With that thought Harry went to sleep.