Disclaimer: No I don't own Harry Potter or any of the Characters except for a few later on. The foundation for this story was written by J.K.Rowling.

To anyone who might have been looking, nothing might appear out of the ordinary. All the house on Privet drive where quiet now that the sun was setting and their windows where flung open to allow a fresh breeze glide through and bring in a smell besides the stuffiness of the futile attempts to keep the warm summer weather out. All seemed to be peaceful and quiet but for a 15-year-old boy with untidy black hair, and green eyes, he knew that was just a gentle respite from the newly formed war.
Harry Potter was sitting on his window sill watching the sun set in the distance, bestowing the remaining light a bright red hue, as though the sun itself as though it was bleeding. Harry slowed brushed aside the strands of hair that where falling into his eyes, revealing the lightning- bolt shaped scar on his head, the remnant of a curse that was meant to kill him when he was but a baby. Yet even though his parents had fallen to the same curse, Harry had survived and managed to cripple Lord Voldemort's power for some time. It was this scar that now marked him as the only survivor of this curse and set him apart from his world.
But before he had even known his own history every person in the wizarding world had heard his name and knew his tale. It wasn't until his 11th birthday that he had found out who he really was, a wizard.
Harry sighed, yes being a wizard had been both a blessing and a curse itself. He had finally managed to gain some manor of respect from his Aunt and Uncle, though he knew they more feared that he might snap and turn them into toads then admire what he could do, especially sense they were Muggles, non-magic people. He had also met his to best friends, Ron Weasly and Hermonie Granger, at his school, Hogworts.
But Harry had also been exposed to things that most wizards fear, he had seen two people, one his fellow student and the other his Godfather, die before his very eyes. His Godfather Sirius had died defending Harry and his friends and it had hit Harry like nothing else before. Even now, 2 months after Sirius's death, Harry still felt sick every time he thought of Sirius and was haunted continually by his death in Harry's dreams.
But the pain had sort of numbed a small amount and Harry was started to move on. He knew that Sirius would want him to but Sirius was the closest thing to a real parent that Harry had ever had. Harry, though, could still see in his mind Sirius falling through the vial, and Bellatrix, laughing madly. He still felt a rush of burning anger every time he thought of her. She had murdered Sirius, Harry's godfather, and her cousin.
Slowly Harry got off the windowsill and left his room where he had been thinking. He hadn't eaten in a while and now his stomach beckoned him to get something to eat. As Harry walked past his desk he glanced at the letters that lay out, letters from his friends telling him to stay strong and that they would see him soon. He smiled in spite of himself; he knew that he would once again be rejoining them at the Order of the Phoenix, a secret organisation bent on stopping Lord Voldemort, soon.
As Harry left the room he heard the television on downstairs and he knew that his Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia where watching the evening news. As Harry moved past them towards the kitchen, his uncle looked over at him. He was a big man with multiple chins, a large bushy moustache and squinty little eyes, but his wife was the exact opposite, she was tall, shinny and was exceptionally nosy, wanting to always learn the latest gossip.
'Where are you going?' barked Uncle Vernon
Harry stopped as he reached the kitchen door and glanced over his shoulder at his Uncle, 'Getting something to eat.' He replied, 'I can eat can't I?'
'Supper was 2 hours ago you should have eaten then.' His Uncle said with a slight grin, 'you'll have to wait for breakfast tomorrow.'
'I wasn't home so I'll eat now thank you.'
Uncle Vernon started to turn a deep purple, it was the colour he had when he was getting angry, but Harry didn't care. 'You'll do well to listen to me boy, I have the final say here and I say you should have eaten then!' Harry felt his stomach gurgle in protest, he was in no mood to deal with his uncle 'Fine,' Harry said with sigh, 'I guess I'll go and finish my letter to my friends then.'
He had said the magic words, Uncle Vernon still remembered the threat that Mad-Eye Moody had given him if they had ever mistreated Harry. He lost his purple hue and his face returned to normal, 'fine go eat but no more of this.'
Harry left the room quickly and fixed himself some food to settle his stomach. After he had eaten he made for the door and without even a glance from his Uncle or Aunt, he left the house and felt the remaining warming rays of the sun on his face.

As Harry quietly walked down the street he felt the wind softly brush against his face. He could not help feel that even though he was still living with his Aunt and Uncle, he could feel that he would soon be free of them again for some time.
Harry let his feet carry him as he was soon lost in thought about many things, his life at Hogwort's, his friends, and Sirius. Harry smiled at the memory of Sirius when he had come to stay with him last summer. He was grateful that he had spent what time he did with Sirius but he wished that he could have spent more time with him. Sirius's memory was both now a comfort and a pain for Harry to visit, but Harry liked to remember Sirius, just not relive when he was stolen from him.
Harry soon found himself at the same park he had been at last summer before he and his cousin Dudley had been attacked by dementors. The memory of them was still horrible for they where creatures that feed on people's happiness and joy, leaving them with the worst memories of their lives. He forced the out of his mind and he looked up at the sky again. It was slowly fading into twilight, soon the stars would come out and the night would fall. He found that he wished he had someone to talk to, but he was alone in the park, except for some nightly creatures that made soft music.
Harry looked around the park slowly as he sat on the swing set. It was getting late and he knew that he would have to return home soon, or risk angering his Uncle on being late coming home. As the streetlights started to come on, Harry rose and started back the way he had come. Making his way home he wonder past homes that rang with laughter and merry families, how happy they seemed in their ignorance, Harry thought, they had no idea that out side there was a secret war going on and that many lives would be lost before it was finished. For a fleeting moment, Harry wished he could be like them, oblivious to the world that was now at war, but Harry mentally slapped himself for wishing that. It might be blissful, but the words of Albus Dumbledore slowly came back to him, "It is my belief, however, that the truth is generally preferable to lies.". Harry remember the speech well, it was from the leaving feast in his fourth year, the year that Voldemort had returned and Cedric Diggory had died.
As Harry reached his Uncle's door, he looked again at the quiet neighbourhood, and as he paused he was sure he had seen a face smile at him. As he blinked and looked again it was gone. Harry would never be sure, but he could have sworn that he had seen.

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