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As I promise, here's the story, THANK'S FOR WAITING!
October 31, 1981 a day that will live infamy in Great Britain's, Wizarding World that will be put in History Of Magic when the First Wizarding War end. All around Great Britain is celebrating almost every wizard and squid are getting drunk and dancing around Diagon Alley, displaying vulgar of affection to feel the rush adrenaline of being alive. Others even dare to move their celebration towards the Muggle world without any hesitation, just trembling with excitement as they run around the Muggle street yelling 'You-Know-Who has been defeated' while discreetly put their wand to the dark sky blasting fireworks while non-magical believers jumping in fright not knowing the almost feared man in Britain has been 'defeated'. But not all are celebrating the death of crude man they're grieving, drowning in their sorrows for whom they have lost in the war or families having closure because their justice has finally been severed that the Death Eaters that had been captured and their Master that has been defeated have finally got what they deserved.
Their savior was a one-year-old baby that survive the killing curse whom is now named The-Boy-Who-Lived along with a lighting bolt scar that was left by the one who tried to destroy him. His parent died protecting him but they were killed before knowing the truth who were actually trying to kill their baby. The man they trusted was actually the one that was trying to kill their baby he knows the truth about the baby's power and he didn't want the real prophecy to become real so he planted a fake and created the chaos for the 'greater good'. But he didn't know the secret that the family hid from him and when that baby starts to grow up he will learn the truth.
At Privent Drive, Harry Potter or The-Boy-Who-Lived was in his room sitting on he's bed devastated he lost another person who loved him first it was his family and now he lost Sirius it like every person that loved him either gets hurt or killed it was like he cursed. He and Sirius we're going to a family sure the Weasley's wanted him to be a part of their but Sirius was close to Harry's family he was like an uncle or father figure.
'Now he's gone' Harry thought. He clenched his fist in angry he was tired of all of it Voldemort, Dumbledore and every last one of them who left this stupid prophecy on his shoulders.
Harry laid down and looked at his clock one more hour until his birthday, not like it was worth getting excited for anything he's here with a family that hates him and thinks he's a freak. He felt so tired, so very tired if Sirius was alive, he would be with Harry for his 16th birthday, but he's not and it was all his fault. Harry kept staring at the clock watching tick and he begins to close his eyes as sleep washed over him.
"Harry"
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