Harry twisted from his bed and sit on the end of it. He stretched his leg, which had gone quite a bit since last year, and yawned stiffly before reaching to grab his glasses from his bedside table and put them on. He grabbed one of Dudley's old oversized jackets and wrapped it around himself before grabbing a few books from under his floorboard under his bed. Harry grabbed the book, pulling it upwards a long with a few dust particles, which had settled there, from not being opened for a while. While Harry pulled upwards on the book, a piece of parchment, roughly torn and folded in half fell to the floor. He reached across to pick up the parchment, blew the dust off of it, and opened it up. His eyes began to water immensely and Harry wiped his eyes on his tattered sleave. His stunning green eyes where glowing more brightly than ever from the effect of the tears in the scarce moonlight. He threw the note aside and punched his bed, doing so, he missed the mattress, hitting the bare wood frame causing his hand to puff up and turn purple, a shade Uncle Vernon would be proud of. The parchment, which had caused Harry, so much pain was a small note, written by Sirius, from inside the package of the two-way mirror that his godfather gave him before returning to Hogwarts. Harry painfully wrapped his hand with some cloth torn off Dudley's jacket and ripped the note to sheds with his fingertips from his injured hand and the rest of his fingers from his other hand. He threw the shreds of the note around his room and punched his pillow, which had become quite lumpy from the amount of times Harry took his anger out on it. Harry glanced at the shreds of paper scattering the floor and realising what he had done to his last hand written letter from Sirius, he scooped up the bits and started sticking it together with some Sellotape. Harry was definitely strong, he told himself this, but it was unnatural to lose so many of your relatives and friends in your life. He was sure of it. He stuffed his remaining books from under the floorboard, into his trunk and locked it. He couldn't bear being in Privet Drive anymore, yet he didn't want to go to Hogwarts either. The people he knew.. They would surely look at him like a lost cause for sympathy. He didn't need anyone, least of all the people who just wanted to make him feel needed. A large owl started pecking on the window outside of his bedroom and he quickly dodged his trunk to let the bird in. The owl was surely from Hogwarts, but this owl never looked like one he had received before. He untied the letter and gave the Owl a treat; let him sip from Hedwig's water bowl before taking flight. Harry carefully unrolled the parchment and opened his mouth in shock. How in the hell he thought while reading the letter out to himself to make it make more sense.

'Mr Potter, The Ministry of Magic wish you to come in for a hearing for Magical Use on the 30th of August and will be escorted by Arthur Weasley to the Ministry Headquarters. Please bring your school trunk and supplies so you can get them before heading off back to Hogwarts. Yours truly, Amelia Bones Minister of Magic'

I didn't do anything though he told himself.. and Amelia Bones is the new Minister for magic? Hmm, I wonder what this could be for.. and wait... THE 30th is today! Harry stuffed his clothes into his trunk and placed Hedwig's cage on top. I'm outta here he thought and he fell back down onto his bed and fell asleep.