A Sirius Summer

Co-Written with LilyFlower

Disclaimer: Roses are red, violets are blue, I no own, you no sue.

At number four Privet Drive all was quiet. As usual, Harry was stuck in his bedroom with only his owl, Hedwig, to keep him company. He was wide awake, despite it being nearly four in the morning. Nightmares had plagued his sleep ever since the fight at the Ministry of Magic.

There was nothing unusual happening in the house, aside from the odd grunt or snore from Harry's enormous cousin Dudley. Dudley, as usual, had thrown a fit over the Dursley's dinner, which had consisted of salad and no sweets.

Actually, Vernon wasn't too happy with the 'rabbit food', either.

Petunia was the only one actually happy with the dinner. She had made the dressing for the salad, with she thought was delicious and the rest of the family thought was detestable. Harry had gotten the wilted portion of the lettuce, which actually wasn't too bad; since it was at the bottom of the bowl, it didn't have too much of Aunt Petunia's dressing on it.

Harry had fought off sleep for three days now; he kept himself busy plotting a horrible death for Beallatrix Lestrange. 'Choices, choices,' he thought dryly. 'A: blow her up. B: Get Hermione to tell me some horrible spell that isn't too hard. C: Force-feed her some of Aunt Petunia's dressing. I think the lettuce is affecting my brain.'

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"DADDY!!! I WANT TO GO TO THE SWEETS SHOP!!"

This was the rousing alarm clock Harry woke up to the next morning. Despite his best efforts, he had fallen asleep, and was haunted with images of Sirius falling through the tattered veil and never coming out.

Groaning, he lifted himself of his bed and slouched downstairs to make breakfast before his aunt raps on his door. After nearly sixteen years of being woken up the same way, it had started to get a bit annoying. Nearly to the kitchen he heard Vernon say, "No need to make breakfast today, we're going to the sweets shop." Harry rolled his eyes at the reference of sweets as breakfast. Hermione would be scandalized.

As they got in the car to head off, there was a small popping sound.

"Daddy, what was that? I'm scared!"

"Something in the car must have broken, Duddleykins."

"What do you mean, 'something's broken?' I WANT MY SWEETS!"

And that's how the Boy-Who-Lived happened to be on his back, under a broken, but very expensive, car.

Harry hadn't the slightest clue what all the gadgets inside the car were. He didn't want to risk fiddling around and breaking something else, so he got up and dusted himself off.

'Looks like I can't fix it, OH WELL.'

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After a couple of hours of staring at the underside of a vehicle he had no use for anyway, he heard Uncle Vernon calling him.

"POTTER!! Are you done yet?!"

Harry sighed and turned to go inside.

And ran straight into Nymphadora Tonks.

Author's Note: After half an hour at staring at a blank computer screen, we actually managed to write something. What a concept. Anyway, this is the first time either of us has written a story with someone else, so review just to be nice.