Harry sat on his four poster bed staring at the ceiling. He'd been doing this every morning since he arrived at Number 4 Privet Drive for his summer holiday. Staring into the ceiling's pointy little ridges that had poked him so many times before when he would stand up on the edge of his bed, raise his cheap comforter into the air and set it back down in an attempt make his bed. They didn't used to poke me. Harry had thought the first time his ceiling had been unfortunate to him. It could be because of how tall and lanky Harry had grown over the school year at Hogwarts, but it seemed to Harry the ceiling had dropped dangerously low to the ground. Harry stared at the designs the ceiling's ridges made in the ceiling, but only ever saw either Ginny or Dumbledore's faces staring back at him. Though he saw their happy faces when he looked at the ceiling, this was good, because every night he would dream of Dumbledore's pleading voice and the look in his eyes as Snape with drawled his wand to perform the Avada Kedavra curse on him. Harry always woke up with tears streaming down his face because of the memories he was having to relive every night. Some dreams would lead him the day of Dumbledore's funeral when he told Ginny that he could not see her any more because of the danger he would be putting her in. Even though Ginny did not cry nor plead with Harry, to relive this moment that he had so dreaded before he even had done it, was most unpleasing. "BREAKFAST POTTER!" bellowed Harry's Uncle Vernon. Harry scrambled out of bed and stumbled down the stairs to the kitchen. He made a quick movement and grabbed the plate out of Dudley's hands which was full of all good assortments of the breakfast his Aunt Petunia had made that morning and fled up the stairs into his room, then shut and locked the door. He smiled in spite of himself at the look of awe on Dudley's face as Harry scrambled out of the kitchen with his plate.
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