~Alive Again~

~Chapter One~ Blood and Tears~

AN: This is set after the Ootp, so it does have spoilers in this. Please R&R!

Harry Potter was eating dinner with the Dursley's, well; he wasn't really eating, just pushing food around his plate.

"So, whatever happened to that godfather of yours?" said Uncle Vernon.

Harry looked up at him, not believing what he had just said. He put down his fork and headed upstairs to his bedroom as quick as he could. He could feel the tears in his eyes and as they fell down his cheeks. He got to his bedroom and slammed the door and locked it. He found his dagger and started to cut his wrist next to the marks that he had made previously. He didn't cut very deep, he never did, but it was enough to draw blood. He remembered how he last saw Sirius, that bitch that killed him and the veil. He still felt that it was all his fault, Voldemort, the bastard, had tricked him, and so had Kreacher.

Harry did not want to sleep; he never slept much anymore, with all the nightmares. He lay down on his bed though and looked at his wrist. He didn't want to kill himself; after all, everyone was counting on him. He wondered if he would be able to do it, kill Voldemort, or would he be the one killed? Would Voldemort take over the world? As well as feeling betrayed and angry, he felt as though the world had just been dumped on his shoulders.

As he put down the dagger, an owl flew through the window with a letter. It was from Hermione.

Dear Harry,

I really hope that you are alright and the muggles are treating you alright.

Please reply, I would love to hear from you,

From Hermione,

Harry sighed, "Fucking hell," he thought "They could write something interesting, and with all these letters, I dunno how to reply to all of them," he had received many letters asking him to reply and tell them if he was ok. They were mostly from members of The Order. Hedwig was out sending replies to them right now.

Harry sat down at his desk and wrote a short reply, he tried to put as much detail in it as possible, (AN: Sounds like me!) before sending it to Hermione.

Harry could not wait to get back to Hogwarts, not only to get out of the Dursley's, but so he could do a bit of research. He knew that there must be some way that Sirius could be brought back. The more he thought about though, the more he knew that he would be doing more than a little research.

It was only two more days until Harry would be boarding the train to go to Hogwarts; his summer had been pretty boring. He mostly read through the textbooks he would be using throughout the year for various subjects, "May as well get a head start," he thought, "have to keep my mind busy,"

He had tried so hard to keep his mind off his godfather's death, but so many things reminded him of Sirius. He was sometimes determined not to cut himself and didn't but most of the time, he couldn't stop himself.

AN: Please review! Tell me how I should improve, I know it wasn't that great.