Sky: I don't own any of the character! But lease read. I know there has
been allot of these but I just wanted to try it right after I had read
part. 5. SPOILERS ALERT!
It was a dark, stormy night. The inhabitants of the privet drive were safely secured in their houses, watching the rain as a sense of calm and silent atmosphere filled the wet streets. Lightening would flash occasionally followed by the sound of thunder and low moaning of the wind. A young boy, of 15, layed back in his bed oblivious of the rain. He gazed at a broken piece of mirror with clouded eyes as though it held a deep secret that no one but he knew about. The boy, though young, didn't showed any signs of innocent features. It looked as though he had grown up in a very short speck of time. His dim, blank emeralds eyes that looked as though they once held a twinkle of happiness, was clouded with gray despair, anger, frustration, regret and pain. a lightning bolt shaped scar proved its identity to be none other then the famous Harry Potter of the wizarding world. His messy jet black hair covered half of his eyes as he gave a soft sigh of exhaustion, tired from all the chores his aunt Petunia had bestowed upon him as soon as he had stepped in the house. But Harry wasn't complaining. No. It was actually the most opposite. All the chores, yells and anger had helped him take his mind off of something he would give anything to forget. Like all the years he had spent in his un-ordinary school, Harry had once more experienced the same battle involving the most powerful dark wizard of all, Harry's arch- enemy, Voldemort. But even though from all the years that Harry had experienced, he couldn't help noticing that each got worse every time.and no doubt, it would continue till one of the two's end, Voldemort's or his. Harry gazed soundlessly at the broken bit of glass. He had saved one before aboarding Hogwarts express, the only thing close to him, Serious and his father. A secret that would only be known by the three.
"I want you to take this," Sirius said quietly, thrusting a badly wrapped package roughly the size of a paperback book into Harry's hands.
"What is it?" Harry asked.
"A way of letting me know if Snape's giving you a hard time."
Harry closed his eyes tightly as visions clouded his mind on what had happened the un-forgettable night f his fifth year. The only father figure he had ever known, the only person closest to his having a parent, understanding and caring for him like a father.
"Come on, you can do better then that!" Sirius yelled, his voice echoing around the cavernous room. The second jet of light hit him squarely on the chest. The laughter had not quite died from his face, but his eyes widened in shock. Harry released Neville and started jumping down the steps again, pulling out his wand, as Dumbledore turned to the dais too. Sirius's body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backward through the ragged veil hanging from the arch.. And Harry saw the look of mingled fear and surprise on his god father's wasted, once-handsome face as he fell through the ancient doorway and disappeared behind the veil, which fluttered for a moment as though in high wind and then fell back in to it's place. Harry heard Bellatrix Lestrange's triumphant scream. "SIRIUS!" Harry yelled, "SIRIUS!"
A tear trickled down Harry's face as he heard Lupin's voice in his head.
"There's nothing you can do, Harry.nothing.He's gone."
Hedwig looked at her master through the bars of her cage. He gave a soft hoot of sympathy and comfort to Harry, as sleep started enduring him.
It was a dark, stormy night. The inhabitants of the privet drive were safely secured in their houses, watching the rain as a sense of calm and silent atmosphere filled the wet streets. Lightening would flash occasionally followed by the sound of thunder and low moaning of the wind. A young boy, of 15, layed back in his bed oblivious of the rain. He gazed at a broken piece of mirror with clouded eyes as though it held a deep secret that no one but he knew about. The boy, though young, didn't showed any signs of innocent features. It looked as though he had grown up in a very short speck of time. His dim, blank emeralds eyes that looked as though they once held a twinkle of happiness, was clouded with gray despair, anger, frustration, regret and pain. a lightning bolt shaped scar proved its identity to be none other then the famous Harry Potter of the wizarding world. His messy jet black hair covered half of his eyes as he gave a soft sigh of exhaustion, tired from all the chores his aunt Petunia had bestowed upon him as soon as he had stepped in the house. But Harry wasn't complaining. No. It was actually the most opposite. All the chores, yells and anger had helped him take his mind off of something he would give anything to forget. Like all the years he had spent in his un-ordinary school, Harry had once more experienced the same battle involving the most powerful dark wizard of all, Harry's arch- enemy, Voldemort. But even though from all the years that Harry had experienced, he couldn't help noticing that each got worse every time.and no doubt, it would continue till one of the two's end, Voldemort's or his. Harry gazed soundlessly at the broken bit of glass. He had saved one before aboarding Hogwarts express, the only thing close to him, Serious and his father. A secret that would only be known by the three.
"I want you to take this," Sirius said quietly, thrusting a badly wrapped package roughly the size of a paperback book into Harry's hands.
"What is it?" Harry asked.
"A way of letting me know if Snape's giving you a hard time."
Harry closed his eyes tightly as visions clouded his mind on what had happened the un-forgettable night f his fifth year. The only father figure he had ever known, the only person closest to his having a parent, understanding and caring for him like a father.
"Come on, you can do better then that!" Sirius yelled, his voice echoing around the cavernous room. The second jet of light hit him squarely on the chest. The laughter had not quite died from his face, but his eyes widened in shock. Harry released Neville and started jumping down the steps again, pulling out his wand, as Dumbledore turned to the dais too. Sirius's body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backward through the ragged veil hanging from the arch.. And Harry saw the look of mingled fear and surprise on his god father's wasted, once-handsome face as he fell through the ancient doorway and disappeared behind the veil, which fluttered for a moment as though in high wind and then fell back in to it's place. Harry heard Bellatrix Lestrange's triumphant scream. "SIRIUS!" Harry yelled, "SIRIUS!"
A tear trickled down Harry's face as he heard Lupin's voice in his head.
"There's nothing you can do, Harry.nothing.He's gone."
Hedwig looked at her master through the bars of her cage. He gave a soft hoot of sympathy and comfort to Harry, as sleep started enduring him.