Chapter 1- The Same As Always.
Rain pelted down hard on the houses of Privet Drive. A howling wind made the night dreary and icy cold. This is not the sort of weather one would expect in the month of June, especially when the previous summer had been blazing hot.
Yet the residents of Privet Drive seemed to deal with the strange weather conditions, as they would accept any thing that inconvenienced them, with much arguing, grumbling, and complaining.
Lightning illuminated the night, followed by a clap of roaring thunder.
In the dark and quiet house of number 4 Privet Drive, a fifteen-year old boy with messy jet black hair woke with a start.
"Sirius." The name left his lips as his amazing emerald green eyes flew open. This boys name was Harry Potter.
"Sirius." Harry repeated quietly. The number of times he had said his godfathers name in the past month was uncountable. Harry rolled over on to his side and sighed. Sirius was dead and that was all there was to it. Harry stared at the wall and then turned and faced the window.
The light storm which was going on out side reflected Harry's mood perfectly. Harry yawned. It must be very early in the morning if he was still this tired. Though that seemed to be the way things had been happening lately, though Harry knew it was because- Another flash of lightning illuminated the night and a loud clap of thunder seemed to shake the very foundation of the house. Harry looked at the clock on his bedside sable. Sure enough the luminescent green digits flashed 1:03 a.m. Harry ground and squeezed his eyes shut. No wonder he was so tired! Harry inhaled deeply. He needed to get back to sleep, but. Harry shivered. The dream. Harry had had very few nights where he could actually sleep without being woken by a dream. But. Harry shivered again. If only he hadn't been so stupid, Sirius would still be alive and Harry wouldn't be having this dream.
Rain pelted down hard on the houses of Privet Drive. A howling wind made the night dreary and icy cold. This is not the sort of weather one would expect in the month of June, especially when the previous summer had been blazing hot.
Yet the residents of Privet Drive seemed to deal with the strange weather conditions, as they would accept any thing that inconvenienced them, with much arguing, grumbling, and complaining.
Lightning illuminated the night, followed by a clap of roaring thunder.
In the dark and quiet house of number 4 Privet Drive, a fifteen-year old boy with messy jet black hair woke with a start.
"Sirius." The name left his lips as his amazing emerald green eyes flew open. This boys name was Harry Potter.
"Sirius." Harry repeated quietly. The number of times he had said his godfathers name in the past month was uncountable. Harry rolled over on to his side and sighed. Sirius was dead and that was all there was to it. Harry stared at the wall and then turned and faced the window.
The light storm which was going on out side reflected Harry's mood perfectly. Harry yawned. It must be very early in the morning if he was still this tired. Though that seemed to be the way things had been happening lately, though Harry knew it was because- Another flash of lightning illuminated the night and a loud clap of thunder seemed to shake the very foundation of the house. Harry looked at the clock on his bedside sable. Sure enough the luminescent green digits flashed 1:03 a.m. Harry ground and squeezed his eyes shut. No wonder he was so tired! Harry inhaled deeply. He needed to get back to sleep, but. Harry shivered. The dream. Harry had had very few nights where he could actually sleep without being woken by a dream. But. Harry shivered again. If only he hadn't been so stupid, Sirius would still be alive and Harry wouldn't be having this dream.