Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the books they all belong to
J.K Rowling. So far nothing here is mine besides the plot.
A/n: Please read and REVIEW.I'm starting to think that this story is no good so I don't know if I should continue it or not : (
Thanks to Facade1 and ArriettyBlack for reviewing!
A/N: oh yea before I forget, the chapters I have are too long so I split them up, this is now the next chapter so I hope you don't get too confused. And I promise there will be more action as the story keeps going.
Chapter 2: Expecting the Unexpected
Harry sat down on his bed. He was able to control his temper as best he could with Dudley, but now he was in a rising temper because of what Dudley had said. He was so angry that Dudley had the nerve to talk about it after what happened last summer, even though it wasn't Harry that had called the dementors.
Harry didn't know what to make of his feelings anymore. All he felt was emptiness, pain, and anger. He was hardly ever happy anymore. Worst yet, Harry didn't know whom to confide in. He knew there were plenty of people who would be glad if Harry would confide in them because they would be more than happy to help him. It would be so hard to tell them. Because in order for them to understand, Harry would have to recount everything that has happened in his dreams, and so forth. Harry didn't know if he was strong enough to do that. He would have to relive the prophecy and the night in the graveyard, and Harry was certainly in no rush to relive those haunting memories.
Another worry inched its way into Harry's head at thinking of who to confide to. As soon as he thought of Lupin he thought, I haven't heard from Lupin all summer. 'What if he blames me for killing Sirius. It was after all my fault that Sirius went to the Department of Mysteries in the first place.' Lupin had shown up at Platform 9 ¾, but maybe the loss of Sirius had not yet had time to sink in. And Tonks must hate me too. I can't believe what I've done.
Suddenly, Harry turned to his window as he heard a clicking noise on his window. He looked up, it was Hedwig and she had a letter from someone. Harry got up off the bed and opened the window. Hedwig flew in and onto Harry's desk. Harry untied the letter from Hedwig and took it. It was from Ron.
Dear Harry,
How are you, mate? Haven't heard from you in a while. I was just wondering if you were doing fine. Listen if there is anything you need from me or if you just want to talk, just send Hedwig and we can talk whenever we see each other. I know it must be hard for you, mate, but it'll be okay. You don't have to write to the Order this time, just write back to me and I'll tell Dad to tell everyone that everything is ok with you, as long as it is. See you soon.
Ron
Upon first seeing the letter, Harry smiled at his friend for keeping in touch. But upon reading it, he was yet again angry. He ripped the letter into pieces and threw it into the trash. Ron had no idea what Harry was going through and how hard of a time he was having, especially with the Durlsey's on his plate now too. Ron had no clue if everything was going to be okay or not. Ron had no idea what Harry was concealing from everyone at the moment and he had no idea how it was affecting Harry.
Harry let the anger course through him, too weak to fight it. He sat down on his bed and began to cry. " How could everything be going so wrong?" Harry thought. Why me? Why can't I be a normal teenager? He let the tears fall from his eyes freely. He felt that his life as he used to know it was falling apart. Even when Sirius had been in Azkaban and Harry didn't know him it was better. He didn't have to feel that he lost his godfather, because then, he hadn't known his godfather.
A sudden loud sound of thumping from the hallway shook Harry to his senses. He opened his door and peered through it to see Dudley and Uncle Vernon leaving. Harry shut the door and wiped his eyes.
Knowing the Order would be awaiting something from him, Harry sat down at his desk with a piece of parchment in front of him and a quill in his hand. He began to write.
To the Weasley family,
I hope everything there is fine. Nothing here has changed. My uncle and cousin went on a small vacation, but I am here with my aunt. I hope the Order is doing well.
Harry
Harry looked at the finished product. It wasn't much, but it was a reply. Harry was still angry with Ron so he didn't want to write a letter to Ron specifically. He figured a letter to the entire Weasley family would do. He sealed the letter and tied it to Hedwig's leg. Here Hedwig, bring this to Ron's house. It's for the whole family. Hedwig hooted to show she understood and soared out of the open window.
Harry looked at his bed longingly. He was past exhaustion, having not slept well for the past weeks. He was however, terribly afraid to sleep for fear of reliving his fears. Harry had also forgotten completely about Occlumency. Even though he wasn't studying it. One key factor was to empty your mind before sleep. Harry sat with his spellbooks on his lap, slowly drifting off to an early sleep. How big of a price would Harry have to pay sooner or later, for not ridding himself of emotion and thought before sleep?
A/N: PLEASE REVIEW.even if you didn't like it then tell me.you can criticize me as long as its constructive.
A/n: Please read and REVIEW.I'm starting to think that this story is no good so I don't know if I should continue it or not : (
Thanks to Facade1 and ArriettyBlack for reviewing!
A/N: oh yea before I forget, the chapters I have are too long so I split them up, this is now the next chapter so I hope you don't get too confused. And I promise there will be more action as the story keeps going.
Chapter 2: Expecting the Unexpected
Harry sat down on his bed. He was able to control his temper as best he could with Dudley, but now he was in a rising temper because of what Dudley had said. He was so angry that Dudley had the nerve to talk about it after what happened last summer, even though it wasn't Harry that had called the dementors.
Harry didn't know what to make of his feelings anymore. All he felt was emptiness, pain, and anger. He was hardly ever happy anymore. Worst yet, Harry didn't know whom to confide in. He knew there were plenty of people who would be glad if Harry would confide in them because they would be more than happy to help him. It would be so hard to tell them. Because in order for them to understand, Harry would have to recount everything that has happened in his dreams, and so forth. Harry didn't know if he was strong enough to do that. He would have to relive the prophecy and the night in the graveyard, and Harry was certainly in no rush to relive those haunting memories.
Another worry inched its way into Harry's head at thinking of who to confide to. As soon as he thought of Lupin he thought, I haven't heard from Lupin all summer. 'What if he blames me for killing Sirius. It was after all my fault that Sirius went to the Department of Mysteries in the first place.' Lupin had shown up at Platform 9 ¾, but maybe the loss of Sirius had not yet had time to sink in. And Tonks must hate me too. I can't believe what I've done.
Suddenly, Harry turned to his window as he heard a clicking noise on his window. He looked up, it was Hedwig and she had a letter from someone. Harry got up off the bed and opened the window. Hedwig flew in and onto Harry's desk. Harry untied the letter from Hedwig and took it. It was from Ron.
Dear Harry,
How are you, mate? Haven't heard from you in a while. I was just wondering if you were doing fine. Listen if there is anything you need from me or if you just want to talk, just send Hedwig and we can talk whenever we see each other. I know it must be hard for you, mate, but it'll be okay. You don't have to write to the Order this time, just write back to me and I'll tell Dad to tell everyone that everything is ok with you, as long as it is. See you soon.
Ron
Upon first seeing the letter, Harry smiled at his friend for keeping in touch. But upon reading it, he was yet again angry. He ripped the letter into pieces and threw it into the trash. Ron had no idea what Harry was going through and how hard of a time he was having, especially with the Durlsey's on his plate now too. Ron had no clue if everything was going to be okay or not. Ron had no idea what Harry was concealing from everyone at the moment and he had no idea how it was affecting Harry.
Harry let the anger course through him, too weak to fight it. He sat down on his bed and began to cry. " How could everything be going so wrong?" Harry thought. Why me? Why can't I be a normal teenager? He let the tears fall from his eyes freely. He felt that his life as he used to know it was falling apart. Even when Sirius had been in Azkaban and Harry didn't know him it was better. He didn't have to feel that he lost his godfather, because then, he hadn't known his godfather.
A sudden loud sound of thumping from the hallway shook Harry to his senses. He opened his door and peered through it to see Dudley and Uncle Vernon leaving. Harry shut the door and wiped his eyes.
Knowing the Order would be awaiting something from him, Harry sat down at his desk with a piece of parchment in front of him and a quill in his hand. He began to write.
To the Weasley family,
I hope everything there is fine. Nothing here has changed. My uncle and cousin went on a small vacation, but I am here with my aunt. I hope the Order is doing well.
Harry
Harry looked at the finished product. It wasn't much, but it was a reply. Harry was still angry with Ron so he didn't want to write a letter to Ron specifically. He figured a letter to the entire Weasley family would do. He sealed the letter and tied it to Hedwig's leg. Here Hedwig, bring this to Ron's house. It's for the whole family. Hedwig hooted to show she understood and soared out of the open window.
Harry looked at his bed longingly. He was past exhaustion, having not slept well for the past weeks. He was however, terribly afraid to sleep for fear of reliving his fears. Harry had also forgotten completely about Occlumency. Even though he wasn't studying it. One key factor was to empty your mind before sleep. Harry sat with his spellbooks on his lap, slowly drifting off to an early sleep. How big of a price would Harry have to pay sooner or later, for not ridding himself of emotion and thought before sleep?
A/N: PLEASE REVIEW.even if you didn't like it then tell me.you can criticize me as long as its constructive.