Sweet Tears, Wishing You Were Here

By RicaSieg

(a/n) Hello little blossomlings! I told you I would have it out sooner. We are skipping ahead to Little Harry's seventh birthday due to intense boredom and writers block. Review and tell me which you prefer, Lilly and James stuff or Harry. This chapter is rather short due to the fact that I can't figure out what to write next. Go read Infinite Questions. For all you who think its Mary Sue, I am seriously wondering how in the world you came to that conclusion. Point A: You only have one chapter with Rhea in it, so how can you tell her personality? You don't even know if she is still alive. Point B: I don't tell you anymore about her personality, so she could be a total brat for all you know. Sorry about that little rant there, but I was a little POed at the person who said it sounded Mary Sueish. Now, on to the story.

This chapter is dedicated to my bird Ellie, because she LOVES my stories. (I'm still a little mad about the whole Infinite Questions thingy)

Chapter 5: In the Mood

            "Happy Birthday to me. Happy Birthday to me," sang Harry under his breath. It was nearly six o'clock on the 31st of July. Harry was sitting cross-legged on the blanket that covered the sad excuses for a bed he had in his cupboard under the stairs. The day had been horrible. Actually, the entire week had been horrible. It had started out with rain…

            Lightening struck across the grey sky, temporarily lighting up the garden. It had been grey for a while now, and as far as Harry was concerned, the weather was perfect. It fit his mood perfectly, and he always enjoyed listening to thunder and watching the lightening fly so freely.

            Harry sat in the closet of the guest bedroom watching the lightening and thunder rage in battle across the sky. This was his favorite place to sit. Dudley couldn't find him in hear and there were no bugs. His aunt had not figured out exactly where he was hiding, so all she could do was screech at him to get in the kitchen. There was none of that incessant pounding that irritated him so much these days.

            Harry's temper had been quite short these days. Usually he could endure Dudley's tapping and his aunt's squeaky voice, but these days, he got made at the spiders that shared his cupboard for scurrying to loudly. He could barely sit through a meal with out shredding his napkin out of nerves. Only in absolute silence could he be calm. That was why he was in the closet at the moment; he liked the quietness of it. 

                        Aunt Petunia had started vacuuming, and Harry thought he was going to go crazy. All he wanted was silence, why did everything have to be so noisy?! Light flooded the guest bedroom.

            "So that's were you've been hiding. Get out you great lump and help with the cleaning. I don't want to see you dirtying this closet again!"

            "Yes ma'am," Harry mumbled as he climbed from his sanctuary. He fled as Aunt Petunia started up the vacuum again. Closing the door to his cupboard, he nearly screamed. He could hear every step his aunt took upstairs. He nearly jumped out of the cupboard and ran to the basement door.

            'Locked. Why can't they just SHUT UP?!' Harry thought to himself as he struggled with the door.

            Thud Thud Thud

            Dudley was approaching the Kitchen door with his friend, Piers Polkis (a/n spelling?). Harry stared at the door in fright. There was no where him to run and hide from them, except outside. Not eager to have to re-tape his glasses again, Harry ran for the back door and stumbled out into the cold night.

What will happen to Harry? Find out next time. Go read Infinite Questions. The next chapter of that should be up sometime next week.

Disclaimer: I will say it again, this is a FANfic.

Come on guys. No one tried to guess who wrote the names of the chapters. I'll give you a hint. They are song titles by the group who started performing in CHICAGO! They are rather old, but still very good. I have the prize all done. Who will win it, I wonder?