Chapter 1
Harry sat on his bed one miserable afternoon in early July wishing he were anywhere but the Dursley's. This summer had by far been the worst ever. Grief of Sirius's death still lingered and perhaps would always be there. Harry had lost an extreme amount of weight over the summer mainly because he hardly ever left his room and no one brought any food to him. On the rare occasion he did eat it was only a small amount. He had had many letters from Ron and Hermione but never bothered to reply. He, Harry, had been hit hardest by Sirius's death although the others had seemed to be over their morning and were moving on with their lives he couldn't. All of his work was done for school and so lately he just lay around. The Dursley's didn't seem to mind this too much as long as they didn't see him everything was fine.
Every once and awhile he would visit Mrs. Figg but the visits were quiet and other than Mrs. Figg insisting that he was ill they were enjoyable. Obviously Mrs. Figg had talked to Dumbledore about him because he received a letter asking if everything was all right. He knew that in his heart he wasn't all right but he continued to tell people he was fine because he didn't want to cause any problems.
Harry grabbed the old photo album that Hagrid had given him and flipped to the back where a picture of Sirius and himself was placed. The picture was taken before he left for school last year. This along with the shattered mirror and his memories were all he had left to remind of his godfather. As he looked at the picture a single tear rolled down his cheek. He quickly wiped it away and put the album away.
He sank deep into thought as he lay on his bed. He thought about when he had first met Sirius and about when he had helped him escape and the memories continued as he fell asleep. He woke only when he heard Uncle Vernon calling him from the bottom of the stairs.
"Potter, get down here." Harry stood and trudged t o the door. He moved slowly down the stairs and into the living room where Uncle Vernon was sitting sipping his tea. Aunt Petunia was in the kitchen washing dishes from today's lunch and Dudley was out with his friends. "We, and by we I mean Petunia and I, are going out to dinner with some friends tonight. You are to stay here. Do not leave this house or there will be hell to pay. We might be late but I expect to find you here when we return." Harry stood there expecting him to say more. "That is all, you can go."
Harry walked back up the stairs alone and once he reached his room he flopped onto his bed. He just laid there thinking but he could not banish thoughts of how alone he felt. He suddenly heard a loud popping noise outside. He looked out the window but when he looked no one was there. He started down the stairs to see if anyone was at the door. He opened the door wide and a cloaked man entered. "Do I know you?" Harry asked intarrogatingly. "Oh, You know me very well," Said a familiar voice. " Lupin?" asked Harry. The cloak slipped off the man's head. Remus Lupin stood in front of him. "You look horrible," Lupin exclaimed. "Well, if I look horrible it's nothing to how I feel," Harry said exasperatedly. "What are you doing here?" "I'm here to take you away," Lupin said.
"You should get your things. We should leave as soon as possible," Lupin explained. "OK, whatever you say," Harry replied.
Harry gathered his things, packed them in his trunk, and carried it down the stairs. After his trunk was downstairs he ran to his room and coaxed Hedwig into her cage and carried it downstairs.
"Lupin, my Uncle..."Harry began but Lupin cut him off.
"Harry don't worry about it I put a note on the counter telling them I had taken you and not to worry."
Harry sat on his bed one miserable afternoon in early July wishing he were anywhere but the Dursley's. This summer had by far been the worst ever. Grief of Sirius's death still lingered and perhaps would always be there. Harry had lost an extreme amount of weight over the summer mainly because he hardly ever left his room and no one brought any food to him. On the rare occasion he did eat it was only a small amount. He had had many letters from Ron and Hermione but never bothered to reply. He, Harry, had been hit hardest by Sirius's death although the others had seemed to be over their morning and were moving on with their lives he couldn't. All of his work was done for school and so lately he just lay around. The Dursley's didn't seem to mind this too much as long as they didn't see him everything was fine.
Every once and awhile he would visit Mrs. Figg but the visits were quiet and other than Mrs. Figg insisting that he was ill they were enjoyable. Obviously Mrs. Figg had talked to Dumbledore about him because he received a letter asking if everything was all right. He knew that in his heart he wasn't all right but he continued to tell people he was fine because he didn't want to cause any problems.
Harry grabbed the old photo album that Hagrid had given him and flipped to the back where a picture of Sirius and himself was placed. The picture was taken before he left for school last year. This along with the shattered mirror and his memories were all he had left to remind of his godfather. As he looked at the picture a single tear rolled down his cheek. He quickly wiped it away and put the album away.
He sank deep into thought as he lay on his bed. He thought about when he had first met Sirius and about when he had helped him escape and the memories continued as he fell asleep. He woke only when he heard Uncle Vernon calling him from the bottom of the stairs.
"Potter, get down here." Harry stood and trudged t o the door. He moved slowly down the stairs and into the living room where Uncle Vernon was sitting sipping his tea. Aunt Petunia was in the kitchen washing dishes from today's lunch and Dudley was out with his friends. "We, and by we I mean Petunia and I, are going out to dinner with some friends tonight. You are to stay here. Do not leave this house or there will be hell to pay. We might be late but I expect to find you here when we return." Harry stood there expecting him to say more. "That is all, you can go."
Harry walked back up the stairs alone and once he reached his room he flopped onto his bed. He just laid there thinking but he could not banish thoughts of how alone he felt. He suddenly heard a loud popping noise outside. He looked out the window but when he looked no one was there. He started down the stairs to see if anyone was at the door. He opened the door wide and a cloaked man entered. "Do I know you?" Harry asked intarrogatingly. "Oh, You know me very well," Said a familiar voice. " Lupin?" asked Harry. The cloak slipped off the man's head. Remus Lupin stood in front of him. "You look horrible," Lupin exclaimed. "Well, if I look horrible it's nothing to how I feel," Harry said exasperatedly. "What are you doing here?" "I'm here to take you away," Lupin said.
"You should get your things. We should leave as soon as possible," Lupin explained. "OK, whatever you say," Harry replied.
Harry gathered his things, packed them in his trunk, and carried it down the stairs. After his trunk was downstairs he ran to his room and coaxed Hedwig into her cage and carried it downstairs.
"Lupin, my Uncle..."Harry began but Lupin cut him off.
"Harry don't worry about it I put a note on the counter telling them I had taken you and not to worry."