The sun was setting on Grimmauld Place. A younger houself, training to be Kreacher's replacement, was extinguishing the fires, closing the drapes, and locking up the house for the night. The dishes were washing themselves in the sink, and only a few candles were lit in his room. Harry was sitting in his bed quietly, looking out his window. The stars seemed especially bright tonight, but maybe it was just his tears. Harry wiped at his face in shame. Sirius had died a few months ago, and he was still blubbering! For god's sakes! He hadn't even known the man! But, a horrible little voice whispered in his head, you could have known him; you could have lived with him. But it's better this way, isn't it Harry? Now no one will know what a freak you are…Because, even for a wizard, you're not very normal, are you? Harry shook his head angrily. No! He was just like everyone else! The sneaky little voice in his head laughed at that. Poor Harry…you're not like everyone else…He sighed tiredly, and took off his glasses. Placing them on the table beside his bed, Harry didn't notice when his shadow did something it shouldn't have. He didn't notice when it detached.
Outside his window, perched in a tree, a small teenager looked in at him. His red hair twinkled in the dim streetlights, as did his white teeth as he grinned. Oh, this would be very interesting. It's not every day you find a new Lost Boy…
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