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What you can find in time!!!!!!!!!!!!!
James Potter lay on his bed, awake, as usual. He didn't know why he could never get to sleep, he just, well, couldn't.
He looked across the room, to see his dog sleeping in the corner. His dog (named Rusty) was one of the only people in the house that could actually stand the sight of James for more than 10 seconds.
Then again, James didn't care. The people he lived with weren't his real family. His real family probably loved him. Those two precious years of living with his real parents must have been bliss. Especially compared to the Rogers.
The Rogers. Jennifer, Samuel and their ilovelyi daughter Annabelle. That was everyone else's opinion, anyway. Not James' though. James had lived with these people; they were slave-drivers, only adopting James to make a good impression. They had threatened him with all they had to make sure no one found out what they had put him through.
It's not fair.
Rusty looked over at James, then came up to him, wagging his tail happily.
"I really need to get some friends, don't I boy?" James said, scratching the cute black puppy behind his ears. James sighed, sadly. Yup, ha needed a friend desperately.
But who would talk to him?
A/N:
Ok, so I was gonna put more, but that is such a good place to leave off, I just couldn't continue. Sorry, it's short again, but the posts will get longer. I just have to stop writing little sentences like that ^^^ making it impossible for me to continue.
Harry really doesn't know how much he's like his Dad, does he?
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