Ok I don't own a single thing in this fan fiction. Except for the ante
almare and the mentala! I only write for other people's enjoymeny, so
enjoy! Because I've spent a loooooong time on this darn thing. LOL, j/k!
Chapter One: The Summer
It had started out as a terrible summer and it seemed like it would continue to be a horrible summer for Harry Potter. He felt empty, almost hollow inside. For his godfather was snatched away from him in an instant. He felt hatred like he has never felt before, for Bellatrix Lestrange. He wanted revenge. And I will get it. He thought.
"Be careful Harry."
"Remember, we're always going to be here for you mate."
"We love you, Harry."
Those were Hermione and Ron's parting words to Harry at the end of his fifth year at Hogwarts. They had gone in one ear and out the other at the time. Harry had not thought about the words his best friends had said to him since they had first spoken them. Many letters were strewn across his small room's floor from his friends. All of them unopened. Every time Pig or Hedwig flew in with letters from his friends, Harry threw them on the floor without even looking at them. Who cares? He thought. They don't know how it feels to lose someone who is close to you. All they probably say is, "I'm really sorry Harry, we miss him too" or "It's not your fault Harry".
"Yeah, it's not my fault. I could've prevented his death! But I was too stupid to think about that mirror. I had to be the hero. How could I be so STUPID?" he said to himself.
Harry's first month of summer had been spent in his room. He barely ate. In fact, he would not have eaten at all if it weren't for his Aunt Petunia bringing him leftovers from dinner every night. Harry had been grateful for this. For he had not wanted to go downstairs and face his Aunt and Uncle and cousin when he had had the year he did. After a month in his room, Harry felt it was time to go outside and get some fresh air. He opened his door and walked out into the hall and began walking downstairs when his Aunt Petunia saw him.
"Harry?" she said.
"Yeah, who else would it be?" he said, not noticing the soft tone with which his Aunt had addressed him.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"Outside," he grunted.
"We are having dinner in about thirty minutes if you would like to join us. Or I can just bring it up to your room once we're done," she said.
"Right," he said.
Harry walked outside and sat down on the grass. He was looking around, enjoying the fresh air. His eye caught a girl and her family playing in their front yard - with a dog, a black one. He watched the family play with the black dog for a while. Numerous memories passed through his mind. His first encounter with his godfather, Sirius' head in the Gryffindor Common Room fire in Harry's fourth year with eyes full of concern, his first visit to Grimmauld Place and spending the summer with Sirius.
It wasn't until his vision was getting blurry that he noticed he was crying. He quickly wiped his eyes on his shirt and looked around again. He felt ashamed. Of himself and what he did. Why did I do that? What did I act so rashly? He continued to watch the family. Those memories still fresh in his mind, his eyes threatening to water again. He was still watching the family when the girl looked up from wrestling with her dog and noticed Harry looking at her. She stopped playing immediately and walked over to her parents and whispered something to them with her eyes still on Harry. Harry looked away once her parents looked at him. As he was about to get up someone poked him in the back.
"Ow! What Dudley?" Harry asked, clearly annoyed.
"Mum said I should come get you for dinner," Dudley said quietly.
"I'm not hungry," Harry mumbled as he got up and followed Dudley inside. Dudley had been acting weird around Harry since he got back. Whenever Harry would come out of his room to go to the restroom and they bumped into each other, Harry never got the "Watch where you're going idiot" that he usually got. Instead it was "Sorry". Harry supposed it was because of him saving Dudley's life last summer.
As Harry sat in his room that night thinking, or rather sulking, about his life his thoughts landed on Aunt Petunia. Aunt Petunia was being awfully genial to Harry since he got back. Giving him actual food instead of cold soup or grapefruit and taking a nice tone with him whenever they would speak. Granted it would only be "Here's your dinner" and "OK" but it was still an improvement and Harry was wondering why. The answer to his question came the next day was he was getting ready to walk outside.
"I know Vernon, but he's hurting," came Aunt Petunia's soft voice from the kitchen. "Who cares that that lunatic died? He murdered those thirteen people! Look at his hair!" exclaimed Uncle Vernon. Hatred boiled up inside of Harry.
"Vernon," Aunt Petunia's voice suddenly became stern, "Sirius Black was the closest thing Harry had to real family and it was taken away from him. How can you not feel compassionate to that?" Harry felt a rush of gratitude swoop through him for his Aunt Petunia.
"He has brought too much harm to this family! Remember Dudley and the - dismembers or whatever they are called? If that boy was not in this house, our son would've never been harmed!" he yelled.
"Yes but Harry saved him Vernon! Can you not remember that? He saved our son!" she shouted, equally as loud as her husband.
"I know but-" Uncle Vernon started to shout but chose to lower his voice, "I know Petunia, but did you pay any attention to what he wrote in his letter? We are in danger with that boy living with us."
"Vernon, I would rather we be in danger and Harry safe, than have Harry out there somewhere unprotected!" she said with an air of finality in her voice.
"But - but -" he started. Harry heard Uncle Vernon sigh heavily. Harry quickly left the hallway so they would not know that he had been eavesdropping. As Harry lay down on his bed, he glanced down at his letters. Guilt rushed through him like a raging river. He slowly got up from his bed and began to gather his friends' letters. Over two dozen letters were piled on Harry's bed as he read through them. Every one of them was from Ron or Hermione. All of them saying exactly what Harry was expecting. Ron had also said Harry was to be going to "G.P." (Grimmauld Place, Harry assumed) in about two weeks from when the letter was written. Harry looked at the date, it was written two weeks ago tomorrow. Harry sighed and decided to go tell the Dursley's of the arrivals tomorrow. His last letter lay unopened as Harry walked downstairs.
"Aunt Petunia?"
"Yes, Harry?"
"Some people are coming to pick me up tomorrow afternoon," he said . "I know Harry, they are coming at 1," she answered with a sigh.
"How'd you know?" Harry asked disbelievingly.
"I just do. I think you should go pack your trunk for tomorrow Harry. Good night," she said.
Harry walked back into his room thinking of whom his Aunt Petunia could be corresponding with, not noticing that he had a visitor sitting on his bed.
Chapter One: The Summer
It had started out as a terrible summer and it seemed like it would continue to be a horrible summer for Harry Potter. He felt empty, almost hollow inside. For his godfather was snatched away from him in an instant. He felt hatred like he has never felt before, for Bellatrix Lestrange. He wanted revenge. And I will get it. He thought.
"Be careful Harry."
"Remember, we're always going to be here for you mate."
"We love you, Harry."
Those were Hermione and Ron's parting words to Harry at the end of his fifth year at Hogwarts. They had gone in one ear and out the other at the time. Harry had not thought about the words his best friends had said to him since they had first spoken them. Many letters were strewn across his small room's floor from his friends. All of them unopened. Every time Pig or Hedwig flew in with letters from his friends, Harry threw them on the floor without even looking at them. Who cares? He thought. They don't know how it feels to lose someone who is close to you. All they probably say is, "I'm really sorry Harry, we miss him too" or "It's not your fault Harry".
"Yeah, it's not my fault. I could've prevented his death! But I was too stupid to think about that mirror. I had to be the hero. How could I be so STUPID?" he said to himself.
Harry's first month of summer had been spent in his room. He barely ate. In fact, he would not have eaten at all if it weren't for his Aunt Petunia bringing him leftovers from dinner every night. Harry had been grateful for this. For he had not wanted to go downstairs and face his Aunt and Uncle and cousin when he had had the year he did. After a month in his room, Harry felt it was time to go outside and get some fresh air. He opened his door and walked out into the hall and began walking downstairs when his Aunt Petunia saw him.
"Harry?" she said.
"Yeah, who else would it be?" he said, not noticing the soft tone with which his Aunt had addressed him.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"Outside," he grunted.
"We are having dinner in about thirty minutes if you would like to join us. Or I can just bring it up to your room once we're done," she said.
"Right," he said.
Harry walked outside and sat down on the grass. He was looking around, enjoying the fresh air. His eye caught a girl and her family playing in their front yard - with a dog, a black one. He watched the family play with the black dog for a while. Numerous memories passed through his mind. His first encounter with his godfather, Sirius' head in the Gryffindor Common Room fire in Harry's fourth year with eyes full of concern, his first visit to Grimmauld Place and spending the summer with Sirius.
It wasn't until his vision was getting blurry that he noticed he was crying. He quickly wiped his eyes on his shirt and looked around again. He felt ashamed. Of himself and what he did. Why did I do that? What did I act so rashly? He continued to watch the family. Those memories still fresh in his mind, his eyes threatening to water again. He was still watching the family when the girl looked up from wrestling with her dog and noticed Harry looking at her. She stopped playing immediately and walked over to her parents and whispered something to them with her eyes still on Harry. Harry looked away once her parents looked at him. As he was about to get up someone poked him in the back.
"Ow! What Dudley?" Harry asked, clearly annoyed.
"Mum said I should come get you for dinner," Dudley said quietly.
"I'm not hungry," Harry mumbled as he got up and followed Dudley inside. Dudley had been acting weird around Harry since he got back. Whenever Harry would come out of his room to go to the restroom and they bumped into each other, Harry never got the "Watch where you're going idiot" that he usually got. Instead it was "Sorry". Harry supposed it was because of him saving Dudley's life last summer.
As Harry sat in his room that night thinking, or rather sulking, about his life his thoughts landed on Aunt Petunia. Aunt Petunia was being awfully genial to Harry since he got back. Giving him actual food instead of cold soup or grapefruit and taking a nice tone with him whenever they would speak. Granted it would only be "Here's your dinner" and "OK" but it was still an improvement and Harry was wondering why. The answer to his question came the next day was he was getting ready to walk outside.
"I know Vernon, but he's hurting," came Aunt Petunia's soft voice from the kitchen. "Who cares that that lunatic died? He murdered those thirteen people! Look at his hair!" exclaimed Uncle Vernon. Hatred boiled up inside of Harry.
"Vernon," Aunt Petunia's voice suddenly became stern, "Sirius Black was the closest thing Harry had to real family and it was taken away from him. How can you not feel compassionate to that?" Harry felt a rush of gratitude swoop through him for his Aunt Petunia.
"He has brought too much harm to this family! Remember Dudley and the - dismembers or whatever they are called? If that boy was not in this house, our son would've never been harmed!" he yelled.
"Yes but Harry saved him Vernon! Can you not remember that? He saved our son!" she shouted, equally as loud as her husband.
"I know but-" Uncle Vernon started to shout but chose to lower his voice, "I know Petunia, but did you pay any attention to what he wrote in his letter? We are in danger with that boy living with us."
"Vernon, I would rather we be in danger and Harry safe, than have Harry out there somewhere unprotected!" she said with an air of finality in her voice.
"But - but -" he started. Harry heard Uncle Vernon sigh heavily. Harry quickly left the hallway so they would not know that he had been eavesdropping. As Harry lay down on his bed, he glanced down at his letters. Guilt rushed through him like a raging river. He slowly got up from his bed and began to gather his friends' letters. Over two dozen letters were piled on Harry's bed as he read through them. Every one of them was from Ron or Hermione. All of them saying exactly what Harry was expecting. Ron had also said Harry was to be going to "G.P." (Grimmauld Place, Harry assumed) in about two weeks from when the letter was written. Harry looked at the date, it was written two weeks ago tomorrow. Harry sighed and decided to go tell the Dursley's of the arrivals tomorrow. His last letter lay unopened as Harry walked downstairs.
"Aunt Petunia?"
"Yes, Harry?"
"Some people are coming to pick me up tomorrow afternoon," he said . "I know Harry, they are coming at 1," she answered with a sigh.
"How'd you know?" Harry asked disbelievingly.
"I just do. I think you should go pack your trunk for tomorrow Harry. Good night," she said.
Harry walked back into his room thinking of whom his Aunt Petunia could be corresponding with, not noticing that he had a visitor sitting on his bed.