July is usually a month associated with happiness and freedom, where school kids run around free to wreak havoc and ignore any homework they have until September. But a dark cloud had fallen upon the life of one boy. Harry Potter was his name, and it had been a short few weeks since he had lost the only link to his past, his Godfather.

Harry's thoughts were awash with grief. 'Why am I not allowed one person ? What have I done that required such punishment that I am not allowed one thing that can make me feel loved?'. It had not been an easy few years for Harry. They had ranged from segregation in his 2nd year, betrayal in his 3rd, the death of Cedric only last year and now this. Harry thought to himself, 'Is there really any point? When will I ever find happiness? I just want to be with my family'.