Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this fanfic. I wish I did though, then Sirius wouldn't be dead and I would be a best selling author with millions of dollars to feed my cats. Oh well sobs wildly
Please read and review, I know that the last chapter was sort of short. Bare with me, I'm sick today: (
Chapter 2
A Strange Awakening.
Harry awoke all of a sudden to.... Nah It couldn't be. Harry thought that he heard a voice, coming from the trunk at the end of his Four Poster bed. He didn't know what to think, and then the realization of what was happening suddenly hit him. He raced to his trunk and threw the lid open. He reached for something wrapped in a bundle of rags. He unwrapped the mirror that his Godfather had given him a year earlier. He looked in the mirror, and by no surprise, all that Harry saw, was his own reflection. He sighed and tried to laugh at himself for being so stupid, and then he carefully re-wrapped the mirror, and placed it back inside his trunk. He could not laugh. It had been almost four months since Sirius had died, and the Ministry of Magic started to recognize that Voldemort was back. In all that was happening, he really had no time to mourn. No one did. Voldemort had already killed an Auror and a Ministry official. Everyone had to stay alert, and not bother with such foolish things as mourning. That's what he kept telling himself, but he could not accept it. It wasn't fair that his Godfather had been taken away from him. Sirius was the closest thing that he had, had to a real father, and then he was snatched away after only 2 years, none of which he ever got to spend real quality time with his godfather. He told himself to stop thinking about that, he would only get more depressed. He suddenly remembered the dream he had, and realized that his nightclothes were wet with sweat. He got back into bed, and tried to sleep. Whether or not Voldemort was back, was Irrelevant at the moment. School was still going on as normal, only with a few extra precautions. There were 2 Aurors at each entrance of the school 24/7. No one could enter, or leave the school without them knowing. Quidditch was of course cancelled, "until further notice". McGonagall always had a way of making times worse than they had to be, but at least he was a fully reinstated member of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, that is, when and if his team would ever be allowed to play again while he was in school. He settled down under the covers, and let sleep overcome him.
[2]