Disclaimer: J.K.R owns all, except maybe the plot.
A/N: The first two chapter are very short. I promise they are longer after that. More interesting too. Um...read and enjoy. Please don't forget to review!
CHAPTER 1
He stared at the clock. 11:30...11:31...he sighed and sat up turned his attention back on his school books. He flipped through the pages, looking for information to complete his essay.
Oh what was the point? He thought to himself. He probably wouldn't even be allowed back at Hogwarts next year. Ron had written him a letter that had confirmed his doubts.
Hey Harry,
I've got bad news. Dumbledore wrote to my mum. You're not allowed to visit us. I don't why. What have you done?!
Ron.
I didn't do anything, Harry thought rebelliously. It wasn't my fault Voldemort wants to kill me. Harry wished he could see his friends. Hope they were having fun, because he sure as hell was not.
He yawned and shut his eyes. Why couldn't he visit Ron and his family. Did Dumbledore think he'd put the Weasley family in danger? Ahhh, but couldn't you? A voice replied in his head. You were the reason Cedric isn't alive, the voice continued. SHUT THE HELL UP! Harry yelled at the voice.
11: 58...11:59....12:00....his birthday. He wondered if Dumbledore was going to let his friends send him birthday gifts. It didn't matter that much to Harry, though. He was used to not having presents. After 11 years, you grow used to it. But it was nice to feel appreciated. He shut his book and stored it under his bed. It was a good thing his Aunt didn't clean his room. She'd be surprised to find his books and broom.
At the beginning of summer Harry had quickly hidden his real schoolbooks and given his old ones to his Aunt. She was so surprised that he'd give them up so willingly, she forgot about his broom. Harry had laughed himself hoarse at the stupidity of his Aunt.
Harry walked over to the window. He opened it and let the warm England air sweep through his room. He smiled a bit and sat on the ledge, his feet dangling outside. He glanced down, glad he wasn't afraid of heights. He leaned against the wall to the left, staring out into the clear, starry night. He almost felt peaceful.
In the distance he saw a dot coming towards him. Harry realized it was flying funny. It's left wing was hanging loosely at its side. Harry tumbled off the window sill and into his room, letting Hedwig fall onto the bed.
"Hedwig?" he whispered. She turned her head to look at him and then passed out. He shook his head and carefully examined her wing. It was broken. Damnit, he thought. What the hell happened? He reached under the bed and pulled out a spell book. He flipped the pages until he found what he was looking for. "Kraimnd" he whispered, pointing his want at the wing. Hedwig woke, glanced at her wing, and flew over to her cage. Harry smiled but the smile soon disappeared. He had just broken the law again. No magic outside school. But that wasn't fair, he thought. He hadn't a choice. He glanced down at his bed and saw an envelope there. He slowly pulled out Sirius's letter out. He quickly scanned it. Nothing was important really. Why was Hedwig's wing broken?
Harry realized belatedly that there was no happy birthday message. He wondered how long the message had taken to reach him. Too long, was the only answer he came up with. Too long...
Harry sighed and turned off his light. He lay in the darkness, wishing for sleep. He still had nightmares and almost every night he woke up and his scar hurt. He had already realized that his scar would hurt non-stop. The dark times were back. He shut his eyes and entered his dreams.