Harry Potter laid asleep, deep within the warmth of his blankets. His
breathing was short, and he seemed to be having another nightmare.
Harry Saw Sirius duck Bellatrix's jet of red light: He was laughing at her. "Come on, you can do better than that!" He yelled, his voice echoing around the cavernous room.
The second jet of light hit him squarely in the chest.
The laughter had not quite died from his face, but his eyes widened in shock.
Harry sat up straight, a small gasp escaping his lips. He was breathing hard, beads of sweat dripping down his face. He rubbed his eyes and pulled the covers back. He swung his legs around to the side of the bed and rested his elbows on his knees. The death of his godfather still hit him hard. He wouldn't have been able to get over it if he tried. He had nightmares about the night in the Department of Mysteries every night since he came back from school. And the letters he received from his friends held little comfort.
A soft tapping caught his attention. He walked over to the window and opened it. Hedwig and Ron's owl, Pig, soared in through the window and landed on the edge of his bed. He removed their letters and sat down. He opened Ron's letter first.
Harry,
How are ya mate? Hope those muggles are treating you alright. Sorry that you cant come and stay with me, but we are going to visit Charlie in Romania. We'll be back by the first so; I should see you before school, maybe. And I'll have your present with me then.
Your friend,
Ron
P.S-I know you sick of hearing "It's not your fault" about Sirius, but it isn't. Don't blame yourself.
Harry set the letter aside and heaved a sigh. He stood up and walked down stairs to cook the Dursley's breakfast.
Harry Saw Sirius duck Bellatrix's jet of red light: He was laughing at her. "Come on, you can do better than that!" He yelled, his voice echoing around the cavernous room.
The second jet of light hit him squarely in the chest.
The laughter had not quite died from his face, but his eyes widened in shock.
Harry sat up straight, a small gasp escaping his lips. He was breathing hard, beads of sweat dripping down his face. He rubbed his eyes and pulled the covers back. He swung his legs around to the side of the bed and rested his elbows on his knees. The death of his godfather still hit him hard. He wouldn't have been able to get over it if he tried. He had nightmares about the night in the Department of Mysteries every night since he came back from school. And the letters he received from his friends held little comfort.
A soft tapping caught his attention. He walked over to the window and opened it. Hedwig and Ron's owl, Pig, soared in through the window and landed on the edge of his bed. He removed their letters and sat down. He opened Ron's letter first.
Harry,
How are ya mate? Hope those muggles are treating you alright. Sorry that you cant come and stay with me, but we are going to visit Charlie in Romania. We'll be back by the first so; I should see you before school, maybe. And I'll have your present with me then.
Your friend,
Ron
P.S-I know you sick of hearing "It's not your fault" about Sirius, but it isn't. Don't blame yourself.
Harry set the letter aside and heaved a sigh. He stood up and walked down stairs to cook the Dursley's breakfast.