CHAPTER 3 REGRETTING THE PAST
'Why is it always me? ' Harry whispered to himself closing the photo album that Hagrid had given him in his 1st year. Harry re-opened the photo album for the 10th time that morning and opened it to his favourite picture, the picture was of Harry's parents' wedding. Harry eyed his parents for a while watching there happy, smiling faces waving up at him unaware of the events that were going to happen in the future. Harry turned his gaze to other person in picture, his fathers' best friend, best man at the Potters wedding and Harry Potters godfather.
Sirius Black.
Tears formed in Harry's eyes as yet again as the events that occurred that fatal night at the Department of Mysteries came into his mind. Harry shook his head mentally trying to get rid of the visions of the Veil out of his mind, he wanted to forget it all but every night dreams of that night came and every time Harry endure seeing Sirius fall into the Veil and out of sight.
Harry was angry, sad and filled with guilt at the same time, these emotions put together were not good put together Harry had found out through the past couple of weeks since he was taken back to Privet Drive.
Anger went through Harry as fresh thoughts went through his mind, Harry was angry not at himself but Sirius. What was Sirius thinking? He was meant to be staying that house not running after me didn't't he care? Thought Harry angrily. Harry slammed the photo album angrily, and threw the photo album to the other side of the room. Harry regretted this immediately it wasn't Sirius's fault that he came after Harry.
"Its my fault," whispered Harry putting his head in his hands.
"If I hadn't believed that stupid dream and thought I would be the big hero none of this would of happened, Hermione was right! I do act like a hero everything I have ever done as been all about me, I saved the Philosophers Stone, I killed the Basilk and closed the Chamber of Secrets, I stopped the Dementors from killing Sirius and I got away from Voldemort," whispered Harry checking off each one with his fingers.
Besides Sirius death still fresh in Harry's mind there was something else that kept repeating in Harry's head. Last term Harry had found why Voldemort had marked him as a baby and what his future hold. The prophecy words soon flowed into Harry's mind:
'The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies...and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not...and either must die at the hand of other for neither can live while other survives...the one with power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies...'
"Neither can live while the other survives," whispered Harry repeating the line that worried him the most.
The prophecy meant Harry, Harry's parents had thrice defied the Dark Lord, he, Harry was born at the end of July and Harry was marked the night Voldemort had come to kill Harry but ended up half killing himself and marking Harry with his lightning bolt scar. But the prophecy also involved someone else who was born at the end of July and whose parents had thrice defied the Dark Lord, Neville Longbottom a fellow Gryffindor 6th year, but Neville wasn't one who was marked, Harry was.
The silence was interrupted from a grumbling sound coming from Harry's stomach. Harry looked at the clock 5:30pm dinner should be ready soon. Harry hadn't eaten much these holidays, it wasn't the Dursley's fault it was Harry's. The Dursely's surprisingly had been very kind these holidays letting him do what ever he wanted and letting him eat what ever he wanted. Harry didn't really care through, he knew that they were only scared of the threat that Remus had said to them at the train station at the end of term. Harry smiled at the memory of Dursleys faces when members of the order threatened them.
Harry had been true to his word to Remus and wrote every 3 days to tell him that everything was alright and sometimes with a reply. Harry hadn't told him through about the endless dreams he had every night of the Department of Mysteries and his will not to eat, Harry's mouth just wasn't in the mood to chew. With all the things that have happened in the last 2 months Harry couldn't blame himself.
Voldemort couldn't' hide anymore after being seen last term. Voldemort made sure that his return had been notice by everyone magical and muggle. Harry had cancelled his subscription for the Daily Prophet after 2 weeks of looking at the front cover and seeing a picture of a family or a person either been killed or gone missing. With all these people dead or missing Harry feared for his friends and the Orders safety. If Voldemort was after Harry (and there was a chance that he is), Voldemort would want to know of Harry's where a bouts and there were a number of people who knew of Harry's where a bouts like Ron, Hermione, Remus and members of the Order. Harry didn't want anyone risking there life for him, Harry had had enough of that.
Harry sighed, taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes. Harry out his glasses back on and looked up at the sky. The sun was setting, a bright red sunset showed along the bottom of and stars were beginning to show along the top. Harry opened his window, the nights cool breeze hitting his face, he looked up the stars, and Harry looked at the bright red one...Mars. Harry remembered what Firieze had said about Mars last year, about how Mars was bringer of battle; how it shines brightly suggesting that a battle will brake out again.
"HARRY DINNER, "shrieked Aunt Petunia from down stairs.
Harry looed at one more star... Sirius the Dog Star, Harry looked sadly up at it tears shinning in his eyes.
" Sirius please come back, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I can't do this on my own. Please come back," whispered Harry.
Harry turned away from the sky and opened Hedwigs to cage to let her out. Harry stoked her feathers "Have a nice night,' said Harry as Hedwig nipped his finger and flew off.
Harry watched Hedwig fly off until she disappeared into the night.
"HARRY NOW," yelled Aunt Petunia again from down stairs.
" Coming" Harry yelled.
Harry walked towards the door until he remembered the photo album he threw. Harry walked over to were it landed, picked up, smiled at it, put it on his and walked out of his room.