3. The Therapist
He awoke the next morning to the unpleasant voice of Uncle Vernon. He had said something about taking the day off because the therapist could only see him when he was at work and before he knew it, he was being yanked out of bed by Uncle Vernon. Harry put on a pair of dirty denim jeans and a plain white t-shirt. He brushed his jet black hair out of his eyes and proceeded downstairs.
"Where are we going?" he asked drowsily.
"Do I need to take you to the ear doctor too? Can't you hear? I said the therapist can't see me after work so I'm taking the day off. Not for you of course, for my own good or else I would have rescheduled," he grumbled. Harry rolled his eyes behind Uncle Vernon's back and trudged out the door to the car. The black leather burned his bottom as he sat down in the front seat. A few minutes later, Uncle Vernon came out along with Dudley.
"Get outta my seat. You sit in the back," Dudley informed him.
"Yeah I'm not stupid. I do sit in the back when you're with us. You're not coming so shut up because I'm sitting here."
"That's what you think smart ass! I'm going with you guys!"
"Why would you want to come?" Harry asked, not moving a single inch.
"Because he's interested in becoming a psychiatrist you dumb git! Now move!" Harry unbuckled as slowly as possible and moved towards the back. The car shook as Dudley's massive body hit the seat. Uncle Vernon just smiled at him.
"And I want to see what's wrong with you. Laugh so hard if you're crazy just like your parents and your godfather," Dudley taunted. Outraged Harry lurched forward and seized Dudley buy his hair and pulled him to his face. Some reason, Uncle Vernon was oblivious to his actions.
"You.say.one.more.word.about.my.parents.or.my.godfather. and.I will.kill.you. Even.if.it.means.getting.expelled!" Harry hissed through grinding teeth. Dudley gave a short whimper and Harry tugged with all his might at his hair. Dudley wailed and Harry instantly let go.
"What is it Duddy?" Uncle Vernon asked sweetly. Harry mouthed, "I'm dead serious" at Dudley whose eyes grew into large orbs.
"Uh.the.uh.the seat is, um, hot Dad," Dudley stammered. Uncle Vernon grunted a reply and they were off to the doctor's office. The car ride was a semi-quiet one. No one talked, but Dudley belted out singing (more like screaming) to one of his heavy metal CDs.
"'Cause I'm back! Yes, I'm back. Well, I'm back. Yes, I'm back. Well I'm back, BACK I'M BACK IN BLACK! YES I'M BACK IN BLACK!" Dudley was singing. Every time he yelled "black" Harry felt like the air pressure in the room had just gotten heavier. He couldn't take it any longer and had to do something about it.
"Can we turn this off?" he asked uncertainly.
"No I like AC/DC and I like this song," said a stubborn Dudley as he turned it up even louder than before. To Harry's luck the song ended a minute or so later and another one started up having nothing to do with the word black. He thought about an owl fluttering into the therapist's office and dropping a letter on his lap. Everything would be chaos to explain. What the titles of the books meant and what Hogwarts even was was hard enough to come up with an excuse. Trying to prepare for the worst, the two Dursleys and Harry rolled up into the parking lot of the therapist's office. They all got out and walked in. It was an odd little office. There was a stone staircase (much like Dumbledore's) leading up into another room and there were pictures of someone holding a broomstick, looking very excited. Then there was all these awards plastered next to the pictures and on the top shelve Harry could have sworn he saw a wand.
"May I help you?" came a squeaky voice from behind the lobby desk. A lady stood up and looked down at her appointment book. She had very curly blonde hair and a large mole on her left cheek. Her bottom lip stuck out and she had the beginnings of a uni-brow. Uncle Vernon slightly jumped back at the sight of her.
"Er, yes you may. I have an appointment with Dr. Renton today at 7:45 for Harry Potter." He jerked his thumb towards Harry who stood behind Dudley.
"Yes just on time Mr. Dursley. Please ascend up this staircase here. Dr. Renton is awaiting your arrival," she smiled. Dudley was the first to the staircase.
"I'm sorry Tiny, but only Mr. Dursley and Harry, of course, are allowed up in Dr. Renton's office," she stopped him.
"But I'm his cousin. That makes me family lady!" Dudley protested.
"I'm sorry. It is Dr. Renton's orders that only the parents of the patient are allowed in his office." Dudley stamped over to a waiting bench and sulked. A small smile spread across Harry's lips. Mr. Dursley huffed up the stairs with Harry at his heels. They came up to a hallway and knocked on the only door there. It opened by itself to reveal someone sitting in a leather arm chair with their back towards them. He slowly spun around with a faint smile on his lips and his fingers pressed together.
"Good morning Vernon. Oh and this must be Harry Potter. Thee Harry Potter," the man chuckled. There in the chair sat a young man. He had a cleft chin and brown spiky hair. He had deep blue with a hint of green eyes and spoke in a very heavy Scottish accent.
"Ewan Renton," he stuck out his hand. "Pleasure finally meeting you Harry." Harry feebly shook his hand as he flashed a big smile. Harry was surprised to see that Uncle Vernon was undaunted by Ewan knowing who Harry was.
"With all do respect Dr. Renton, how, um, do you know who I am?" Harry asked in a quiet voice. Ewan quickly cocked his head to a picture of a man over the couch Harry was to lay down on while talking to him so that Uncle Vernon wouldn't see. The man had a long silver beard, blue eyes, and was wearing half-moon spectacles. Harry suddenly realized that it was a still photo of Dumbledore.
"Your Aunt Petunia Harry. When you showed up on her doorstep, she started seeing me. Said she didn't know how to handle you, after her sister died. Plus, I knew Lily and James," he answered Harry when Uncle Vernon fumbled impatiently with the hem of his shirt, waiting for an answer from Ewan. His eyes widened at the mention of James and Lily.
"I never knew you knew them! How do you know them?" he spat. The smile fell from Ewan's face.
"Confidential information Vernon. Let's keep to the subject." Harry was just as surprised as Uncle Vernon was. Ewan told Harry to lie down on the couch and stare up at the picture. Then Ewan slowly bent down and whispered in Harry's ear.
"He says hi Harry," Ewan said. Harry propped himself up on his elbow and looked into Ewan's eyes. And as if reading Harry's mind Ewan answered, "we'll discuss that after this appointment."
"Discuss what Dr. Renton?" Uncle Vernon asked suspiciously. He looked somewhat hurt that no one had talked to him yet.
"Nothing Vernon. Don't worry your pretty little head. Confidential discussion between patient and doctor. You are allowed to stay in the room while I interrogate, but if I talk about things you don't understand, I cannot share them with you under penalty of law," Ewan informed him, his Scottish accent livening up the room. Uncle Vernon inhaled deeply and sat up a little straighter in his seat. Ewan got up from his seat and pulled out a clip board from one of the desks drawers. He walked over to the couch and pulled up a chair. He then slipped on a pair of reading glasses.
"Now, what brought you here today Harry?" Ewan asked. Harry began feeling nervous. What if I say the wrong thing and they think I'm a nutter? He thought nervously.
"My Uncle Vernon Dr. Renton," Harry replied. He could feel beads of sweat trickle down his forehead. Ewan laughed a little.
"I know he brought you here Harry, but what I mean is what made you decided to come and talk to me today?"
"I didn't decide to come here Dr. Renton. He made me," Harry threw a nasty glance towards Uncle Vernon who threw one back.
"I see. I see. Well, what do you think gave him the idea to take you here? I mean I don't think Vernon woke up yesterday and decided you should come and talk to me today," Ewan asked while looking at his clip board. Harry was becoming irritated. I don't know! I really don't want to be here right now! How 'bout I answer one of your stupid questions like that?
"I don't know Dr. Renton."
"Harry-you don't have to end every sentence with 'Dr. Renton'. And, what? You don't know?"
"I'll tell you why I made him come here! He was muttering in his bloody sleep! Wakin' me up and then threw up all over the place! Then an owl comes in and he's used to those effing owls, and he starts yelling like he's never seen one before!" Uncle Vernon replied all in one breath.
"That true Harry?" Ewan asked.
"'Course it's true! You think I'd miss pay day just to make up something?"
"Wait until I ask you Vernon," Ewan said under his breath. All of the sudden an owl floated up onto the window sill of Ewan's office. It pecked at the window. Ewan turned around and tried to scare it off. It didn't move.
"I'm busy at the moment you stupid owl! Go deliver it downstairs!" Harry looked at Ewan in amazement. How could he possibly know about mail by owl? He was, after all, a muggle or else why would Uncle Vernon call him the family therapist. Unless, Harry though. Unless he didn't know he wasn't a muggle. The owl stuck out its leg to reveal Harry's name on the envelope. He clenched his teeth. Uncle Vernon looked nervous.
"Looks like someone's pet has been trained to send letters to you Harry," Ewan said trying to reassure Uncle Vernon that he thought nothing suspicious. "Someone trained their owl to deliver mail to me too. What people will do to save on postage eh Vernon?" Uncle Vernon swallowed as if relieved that Ewan had no clue why owls brought Harry mail.
"Er, yes. It's quite mad," he replied shakily. Trying to avoid anything else unusual that might come up, he quickly said: "You know, I think I'll leave this to you two and go sit with Dudley. Poor boy must be lonely."
"No one's stopping you!" Harry spat. Uncle Vernon threw him a death threatening glance then disappeared out the door. Ewan got up and opened the window for the owl to come in. It swooped in and dropped the letter on Harry's lap then flew back out. Due to the Hogwarts seal on the back, Harry knew it was his list of books and other items he'd need for his sixth year and so tucked it away in his jeans pocket. Ewan removed his glasses and placed his hands to his eyes. He drew a deep breath.
"I Don't mean to bring up any bad memories," he said, voice quivering, "but I am terribly sorry to here about Sirius. He was a great man." Harry was definitely feeling uncomfortable at this point. He looked up at Ewan and his lip curled.
"'Fraid I have some explaining to do don't I Harry?" He took his hand away from his face. "I'm not a muggle," he started off. "I am a graduate from Hogwarts and that's how I know Dumbledore. Great man is he. Merlin's Beard he's brilliant." Yeah well I beg to differ sometimes, Harry thought recalling when Dumbledore told him how he failed to tell Harry why Voldemort tried to kill him as a baby.
"Yeah," Harry trailed off deciding to not say what he had thought.
"Got into Muggle studies with a good friend of mine named Arthur Weasley. I believe you know him?" Harry nodded. "Anyways I worked with him at the Ministry for some time. That's how I got into psychiatry. I wanted to know why muggles thought what they did and how their minds worked so I decided to take up this profession. I knew Lily and James through mutual friendship. Well, I dated Lily before James did for a while. We just sort of had different interests, but were still friends when she dated James. I wasn't the most popular wizard at school and that's why I didn't hang with them as much, but like I said, we were still friends. I was a bit jealous of him though when he dated Lily.
"I met Sirius when I became a Death Eater. You see, we were both into the Dark Arts and I was his partner once in Defense Against Dark Arts class. We could give off the most powerful curses and that's how we became friends. When James was with Lily and Remus and Peter were involved in something else, Sirius and I would sneak off into the Forbidden Forest and curse the nearby centaurs. I guess that's why their hate towards humans increased. I quit being a Death Eater, not in fear of Voldemort, but in fear of the people I still cared about and my interests in muggles. I quit a month before, well, before your parents were killed. At first I felt a bit insecure that I had just quit supporting an extremely powerful wizard, but I knew it was the right thing. Sirius and I kind of lost touch with each other after he was imprisoned. Bet he never told you about me did he? Nope didn't think so, would have brought back too many memories. Harry, I want you to know that I cried very hard when I found out that.that.that Sirius had died. I went back and looked through all my old pictures of me, him, James, Lily, and Remus. Peter never wanted to be in any pictures. Said he wasn't 'photogenic'. I'm telling you this so you know that someone does understand how you feel about your godfather Harry.
"Then 15 years ago I met your Aunt Petunia. Oh the hatred she had towards the world of wizards and witches almost drove me mad. What kept me sane was that she was Lily's sister and a way of your Aunt Petunia dealing with depression is through anger. She may seem angry with you all the time because she gets depressed every time she sees you Harry. You have your mum's eyes and when she looks at you, she sees her sister staring back at her. Her sister, even though jealous of all the attention she got from your Aunt Petunia's mum and dad, her sister that she loved. And through your eyes she also sees her childhood. She's wants to forget her past. I know you went out to Hogsmead with a girl named Cho Chang who clung onto the past too tightly. For people like Cho and Petunia, the past is hard to let go of. Especially if you lose someone you love. Harry I admire you. Not just because of your survival of Voldemort, but because you've lost your parents and Sirius, and you are still finding strength to live. These next few years of your life will be the most exciting, yet the most horrible. You are experiencing so many different things; so many different emotions towards your friends, other people, James, Lily, and Sirius that it can be overwhelming. You're a fighter Harry just like James and Sirius were. Stay strong for them." Harry's eyes were now watering. So many painful subjects had risen during this appointment. It hit him hard that he now had no one to run too. He couldn't talk to Sirius anymore and Dumbledore was way too busy. As much as he liked Ron and Hermione, they just wouldn't understand. Neither of them had lost anyone. He dried his eyes on his shirt as Ewan sat down next to him.
"You need to get away from the Dursleys don't you Harry?" Harry nodded. "Very well. I shall convince Vernon to let you stay at the Weasley's house until the rest of summer. I'm sure he won't have any objection to that. I shall write Arthur or Molly and let them know what's happening. In the meantime I'll give you a few minutes to yourself while I talk to Vernon." Harry laid back down on the couch. His tears flooded out from under his closed eye lids that he had just dried. He didn't even get to say goodbye to Sirius.
He awoke the next morning to the unpleasant voice of Uncle Vernon. He had said something about taking the day off because the therapist could only see him when he was at work and before he knew it, he was being yanked out of bed by Uncle Vernon. Harry put on a pair of dirty denim jeans and a plain white t-shirt. He brushed his jet black hair out of his eyes and proceeded downstairs.
"Where are we going?" he asked drowsily.
"Do I need to take you to the ear doctor too? Can't you hear? I said the therapist can't see me after work so I'm taking the day off. Not for you of course, for my own good or else I would have rescheduled," he grumbled. Harry rolled his eyes behind Uncle Vernon's back and trudged out the door to the car. The black leather burned his bottom as he sat down in the front seat. A few minutes later, Uncle Vernon came out along with Dudley.
"Get outta my seat. You sit in the back," Dudley informed him.
"Yeah I'm not stupid. I do sit in the back when you're with us. You're not coming so shut up because I'm sitting here."
"That's what you think smart ass! I'm going with you guys!"
"Why would you want to come?" Harry asked, not moving a single inch.
"Because he's interested in becoming a psychiatrist you dumb git! Now move!" Harry unbuckled as slowly as possible and moved towards the back. The car shook as Dudley's massive body hit the seat. Uncle Vernon just smiled at him.
"And I want to see what's wrong with you. Laugh so hard if you're crazy just like your parents and your godfather," Dudley taunted. Outraged Harry lurched forward and seized Dudley buy his hair and pulled him to his face. Some reason, Uncle Vernon was oblivious to his actions.
"You.say.one.more.word.about.my.parents.or.my.godfather. and.I will.kill.you. Even.if.it.means.getting.expelled!" Harry hissed through grinding teeth. Dudley gave a short whimper and Harry tugged with all his might at his hair. Dudley wailed and Harry instantly let go.
"What is it Duddy?" Uncle Vernon asked sweetly. Harry mouthed, "I'm dead serious" at Dudley whose eyes grew into large orbs.
"Uh.the.uh.the seat is, um, hot Dad," Dudley stammered. Uncle Vernon grunted a reply and they were off to the doctor's office. The car ride was a semi-quiet one. No one talked, but Dudley belted out singing (more like screaming) to one of his heavy metal CDs.
"'Cause I'm back! Yes, I'm back. Well, I'm back. Yes, I'm back. Well I'm back, BACK I'M BACK IN BLACK! YES I'M BACK IN BLACK!" Dudley was singing. Every time he yelled "black" Harry felt like the air pressure in the room had just gotten heavier. He couldn't take it any longer and had to do something about it.
"Can we turn this off?" he asked uncertainly.
"No I like AC/DC and I like this song," said a stubborn Dudley as he turned it up even louder than before. To Harry's luck the song ended a minute or so later and another one started up having nothing to do with the word black. He thought about an owl fluttering into the therapist's office and dropping a letter on his lap. Everything would be chaos to explain. What the titles of the books meant and what Hogwarts even was was hard enough to come up with an excuse. Trying to prepare for the worst, the two Dursleys and Harry rolled up into the parking lot of the therapist's office. They all got out and walked in. It was an odd little office. There was a stone staircase (much like Dumbledore's) leading up into another room and there were pictures of someone holding a broomstick, looking very excited. Then there was all these awards plastered next to the pictures and on the top shelve Harry could have sworn he saw a wand.
"May I help you?" came a squeaky voice from behind the lobby desk. A lady stood up and looked down at her appointment book. She had very curly blonde hair and a large mole on her left cheek. Her bottom lip stuck out and she had the beginnings of a uni-brow. Uncle Vernon slightly jumped back at the sight of her.
"Er, yes you may. I have an appointment with Dr. Renton today at 7:45 for Harry Potter." He jerked his thumb towards Harry who stood behind Dudley.
"Yes just on time Mr. Dursley. Please ascend up this staircase here. Dr. Renton is awaiting your arrival," she smiled. Dudley was the first to the staircase.
"I'm sorry Tiny, but only Mr. Dursley and Harry, of course, are allowed up in Dr. Renton's office," she stopped him.
"But I'm his cousin. That makes me family lady!" Dudley protested.
"I'm sorry. It is Dr. Renton's orders that only the parents of the patient are allowed in his office." Dudley stamped over to a waiting bench and sulked. A small smile spread across Harry's lips. Mr. Dursley huffed up the stairs with Harry at his heels. They came up to a hallway and knocked on the only door there. It opened by itself to reveal someone sitting in a leather arm chair with their back towards them. He slowly spun around with a faint smile on his lips and his fingers pressed together.
"Good morning Vernon. Oh and this must be Harry Potter. Thee Harry Potter," the man chuckled. There in the chair sat a young man. He had a cleft chin and brown spiky hair. He had deep blue with a hint of green eyes and spoke in a very heavy Scottish accent.
"Ewan Renton," he stuck out his hand. "Pleasure finally meeting you Harry." Harry feebly shook his hand as he flashed a big smile. Harry was surprised to see that Uncle Vernon was undaunted by Ewan knowing who Harry was.
"With all do respect Dr. Renton, how, um, do you know who I am?" Harry asked in a quiet voice. Ewan quickly cocked his head to a picture of a man over the couch Harry was to lay down on while talking to him so that Uncle Vernon wouldn't see. The man had a long silver beard, blue eyes, and was wearing half-moon spectacles. Harry suddenly realized that it was a still photo of Dumbledore.
"Your Aunt Petunia Harry. When you showed up on her doorstep, she started seeing me. Said she didn't know how to handle you, after her sister died. Plus, I knew Lily and James," he answered Harry when Uncle Vernon fumbled impatiently with the hem of his shirt, waiting for an answer from Ewan. His eyes widened at the mention of James and Lily.
"I never knew you knew them! How do you know them?" he spat. The smile fell from Ewan's face.
"Confidential information Vernon. Let's keep to the subject." Harry was just as surprised as Uncle Vernon was. Ewan told Harry to lie down on the couch and stare up at the picture. Then Ewan slowly bent down and whispered in Harry's ear.
"He says hi Harry," Ewan said. Harry propped himself up on his elbow and looked into Ewan's eyes. And as if reading Harry's mind Ewan answered, "we'll discuss that after this appointment."
"Discuss what Dr. Renton?" Uncle Vernon asked suspiciously. He looked somewhat hurt that no one had talked to him yet.
"Nothing Vernon. Don't worry your pretty little head. Confidential discussion between patient and doctor. You are allowed to stay in the room while I interrogate, but if I talk about things you don't understand, I cannot share them with you under penalty of law," Ewan informed him, his Scottish accent livening up the room. Uncle Vernon inhaled deeply and sat up a little straighter in his seat. Ewan got up from his seat and pulled out a clip board from one of the desks drawers. He walked over to the couch and pulled up a chair. He then slipped on a pair of reading glasses.
"Now, what brought you here today Harry?" Ewan asked. Harry began feeling nervous. What if I say the wrong thing and they think I'm a nutter? He thought nervously.
"My Uncle Vernon Dr. Renton," Harry replied. He could feel beads of sweat trickle down his forehead. Ewan laughed a little.
"I know he brought you here Harry, but what I mean is what made you decided to come and talk to me today?"
"I didn't decide to come here Dr. Renton. He made me," Harry threw a nasty glance towards Uncle Vernon who threw one back.
"I see. I see. Well, what do you think gave him the idea to take you here? I mean I don't think Vernon woke up yesterday and decided you should come and talk to me today," Ewan asked while looking at his clip board. Harry was becoming irritated. I don't know! I really don't want to be here right now! How 'bout I answer one of your stupid questions like that?
"I don't know Dr. Renton."
"Harry-you don't have to end every sentence with 'Dr. Renton'. And, what? You don't know?"
"I'll tell you why I made him come here! He was muttering in his bloody sleep! Wakin' me up and then threw up all over the place! Then an owl comes in and he's used to those effing owls, and he starts yelling like he's never seen one before!" Uncle Vernon replied all in one breath.
"That true Harry?" Ewan asked.
"'Course it's true! You think I'd miss pay day just to make up something?"
"Wait until I ask you Vernon," Ewan said under his breath. All of the sudden an owl floated up onto the window sill of Ewan's office. It pecked at the window. Ewan turned around and tried to scare it off. It didn't move.
"I'm busy at the moment you stupid owl! Go deliver it downstairs!" Harry looked at Ewan in amazement. How could he possibly know about mail by owl? He was, after all, a muggle or else why would Uncle Vernon call him the family therapist. Unless, Harry though. Unless he didn't know he wasn't a muggle. The owl stuck out its leg to reveal Harry's name on the envelope. He clenched his teeth. Uncle Vernon looked nervous.
"Looks like someone's pet has been trained to send letters to you Harry," Ewan said trying to reassure Uncle Vernon that he thought nothing suspicious. "Someone trained their owl to deliver mail to me too. What people will do to save on postage eh Vernon?" Uncle Vernon swallowed as if relieved that Ewan had no clue why owls brought Harry mail.
"Er, yes. It's quite mad," he replied shakily. Trying to avoid anything else unusual that might come up, he quickly said: "You know, I think I'll leave this to you two and go sit with Dudley. Poor boy must be lonely."
"No one's stopping you!" Harry spat. Uncle Vernon threw him a death threatening glance then disappeared out the door. Ewan got up and opened the window for the owl to come in. It swooped in and dropped the letter on Harry's lap then flew back out. Due to the Hogwarts seal on the back, Harry knew it was his list of books and other items he'd need for his sixth year and so tucked it away in his jeans pocket. Ewan removed his glasses and placed his hands to his eyes. He drew a deep breath.
"I Don't mean to bring up any bad memories," he said, voice quivering, "but I am terribly sorry to here about Sirius. He was a great man." Harry was definitely feeling uncomfortable at this point. He looked up at Ewan and his lip curled.
"'Fraid I have some explaining to do don't I Harry?" He took his hand away from his face. "I'm not a muggle," he started off. "I am a graduate from Hogwarts and that's how I know Dumbledore. Great man is he. Merlin's Beard he's brilliant." Yeah well I beg to differ sometimes, Harry thought recalling when Dumbledore told him how he failed to tell Harry why Voldemort tried to kill him as a baby.
"Yeah," Harry trailed off deciding to not say what he had thought.
"Got into Muggle studies with a good friend of mine named Arthur Weasley. I believe you know him?" Harry nodded. "Anyways I worked with him at the Ministry for some time. That's how I got into psychiatry. I wanted to know why muggles thought what they did and how their minds worked so I decided to take up this profession. I knew Lily and James through mutual friendship. Well, I dated Lily before James did for a while. We just sort of had different interests, but were still friends when she dated James. I wasn't the most popular wizard at school and that's why I didn't hang with them as much, but like I said, we were still friends. I was a bit jealous of him though when he dated Lily.
"I met Sirius when I became a Death Eater. You see, we were both into the Dark Arts and I was his partner once in Defense Against Dark Arts class. We could give off the most powerful curses and that's how we became friends. When James was with Lily and Remus and Peter were involved in something else, Sirius and I would sneak off into the Forbidden Forest and curse the nearby centaurs. I guess that's why their hate towards humans increased. I quit being a Death Eater, not in fear of Voldemort, but in fear of the people I still cared about and my interests in muggles. I quit a month before, well, before your parents were killed. At first I felt a bit insecure that I had just quit supporting an extremely powerful wizard, but I knew it was the right thing. Sirius and I kind of lost touch with each other after he was imprisoned. Bet he never told you about me did he? Nope didn't think so, would have brought back too many memories. Harry, I want you to know that I cried very hard when I found out that.that.that Sirius had died. I went back and looked through all my old pictures of me, him, James, Lily, and Remus. Peter never wanted to be in any pictures. Said he wasn't 'photogenic'. I'm telling you this so you know that someone does understand how you feel about your godfather Harry.
"Then 15 years ago I met your Aunt Petunia. Oh the hatred she had towards the world of wizards and witches almost drove me mad. What kept me sane was that she was Lily's sister and a way of your Aunt Petunia dealing with depression is through anger. She may seem angry with you all the time because she gets depressed every time she sees you Harry. You have your mum's eyes and when she looks at you, she sees her sister staring back at her. Her sister, even though jealous of all the attention she got from your Aunt Petunia's mum and dad, her sister that she loved. And through your eyes she also sees her childhood. She's wants to forget her past. I know you went out to Hogsmead with a girl named Cho Chang who clung onto the past too tightly. For people like Cho and Petunia, the past is hard to let go of. Especially if you lose someone you love. Harry I admire you. Not just because of your survival of Voldemort, but because you've lost your parents and Sirius, and you are still finding strength to live. These next few years of your life will be the most exciting, yet the most horrible. You are experiencing so many different things; so many different emotions towards your friends, other people, James, Lily, and Sirius that it can be overwhelming. You're a fighter Harry just like James and Sirius were. Stay strong for them." Harry's eyes were now watering. So many painful subjects had risen during this appointment. It hit him hard that he now had no one to run too. He couldn't talk to Sirius anymore and Dumbledore was way too busy. As much as he liked Ron and Hermione, they just wouldn't understand. Neither of them had lost anyone. He dried his eyes on his shirt as Ewan sat down next to him.
"You need to get away from the Dursleys don't you Harry?" Harry nodded. "Very well. I shall convince Vernon to let you stay at the Weasley's house until the rest of summer. I'm sure he won't have any objection to that. I shall write Arthur or Molly and let them know what's happening. In the meantime I'll give you a few minutes to yourself while I talk to Vernon." Harry laid back down on the couch. His tears flooded out from under his closed eye lids that he had just dried. He didn't even get to say goodbye to Sirius.