Harry awoke trembling and whimpering from his nightmare. He dreamed he was trapped in a tank full of water with Voldermort. He was scratching at the glass because his wand was on the ground outside the tank. When he woke up he looked at the window. He realized why the sound had sounded so real. Hedwig was at the window pecking at it lightly. A light rap rap sounded inside the room. He leans over the desk where he fell asleep and opens the window. Hedwig hops in onto the desk and lifts her leg. Attached to the leg is a piece of parchment. Obviously, it's a letter. He unties it the parchment from Hedwig leg and unrolls it. His eye skimming the letter.

Harry,

As you know things have been hard since Dumbledore was murdered. The ministry is still looking for Snape. As you know, I can now come out into the open, as Snuggles of course. The Ministry is too busy trying to figure out how Voldermort came back that I can now risk it. I'm sure Ron and Hermonie have written to you. As you know I will be going to the Burrow shortly to remain there the rest of the vacation with you. I look forward to seeing you. Take care.

Signed Yours,
Snuggles

P.S. Hedwig seems to know when to find me to send you a word.

Harry's eyes skimmed over the letter two or three times to make sure he read it correctly.

'So I will be spending time with Sirius too?', he thinks to himself. A small smile comes to his face. Looking down at the book open however brings the frown back. 'I so don't want to read this anymore. Perhaps Sirius can help me think of a way to bring him back…. We have another month of vacation anyway', he says to himself. Pulling a desk drawer open and pulling a letter out from Ron. He skims it for the date.

July 2nd Dad will be there to get you.

Harry read the sentence out loud and that looked at the calendar. That is only a few days away. Harry probably would have panic had he been anyone else. Let alone had he had a lot to him name like most people did as well. But he didn't have much, so it wouldn't take long to throw it all in his trunk. He sighs softly as his stomach growls. 'I should eat something…'. He pulls some chocolate out of the door he disguised as books and eats a few. 'Much better'. And with that he crawls into his bed to get some more sleep.