Disclaimer: No, I don't own Harry Potter. If I would, wouldn't you think that id be working on it?

It's been a month since Harry arrived at the Dursley's, a month since his godfather, Sirius, died, and he just couldn't take it anymore. He hated living. He just wanted vanish. This summer has been the worst he had ever had. He felt like all the people he loved just had to die. Who would be next; Hermione, Ron, Dumbledore? Or maybe that's just how his life was supposed to be. Full of loss and sorrow. He felt like there was nothing he could do, nothing he to do, but to sit around and sulk in his bedroom.

He got letters from his friends and he sent letters back but he hardly put anything in them. Just a 'Hey, how are things?' and when they'd ask him how he was he'd just lie and say everything was great and couldn't be better. He could tell they were getting very worried about him, but he didn't care. He was too upset, too angry, to full of emotion to care. He just wanted to break away. He wanted to get out of this hell hole. He couldn't see what the point of living was when he didn't even leave his bedroom, except for once or twice a day to go to the restroom. His Aunt Petunia gave him food three times a day through a little cat flap that his uncle installed four years ago. His owl, Hedwig, got her own food by hunting.

Harry jumped on top of his bed and buried his head in his pillows. He felt the urge to scream and cry, but he couldn't. He had to stay strong, he couldn't show any sign of weakness. He couldn't help it. He lay there and poured his eyes out, not because he was sad but because he was angry. He wanted to get revenge off Bellatrix Lestrange because she killed him. If it weren't for her, Harry would probably be happy and excited to go to Grimlaude place to visit Sirius.

He looked around his bedroom. It looked like a tornado had just hit it. Books, parchment, quills, and dirty clothes were laying everywhere. He looked to the empty bird cage which was also very messy. (Hedwig had been out hunting again.) Then he looked to the luminous clock on his bedside table and it was 2:47 in the morning. Harry got up to pick up is room when he heard a nipping at his window.

It was Hedwig. Harry expected her to be holding a mouse in her beck but instead it was a letter. He walked to the window and opened it. Hedwig went to her cage and drank some water. Harry however, took the letter and read:

Dear Harry,

Well Hermione just arrived here and we're coming to pick you up tomorrow. We don't care whether the Muggles let you or not. Just be prepared and I'll be coming on my broomstick and Hermione will ride with me. So you can ride your Firebolt and we'll be off to the Burrow.

Hope the Muggles don't get you down,

Ron

Finally, Harry thought they'd never ask or invite him to the Burrow. Now he actually had something to look forward to, he'd be back in the Wizarding world and he'd get to fly again.

Harry started packing as quickly as possible. He took all his robes and folded them as neatly and as quickly as he could. Then he took all of his school book and supplies and lay them in his trunk next to his robes, and he grabbed anything else he thought he might need. Harry grabbed his want and lay it on his desk, not really knowing why but he did it anyway.

He looked back at his clock. It was 3:11 now. He thought it was late and decided to try and go to sleep. He pulled his shirt off and put on a white wife beater and put on some pajama pants. Harry lay there in his bed thinking that it would be great to go back to the Burrow but it would also remind him a little of Sirius. After 20 minutes of just laying Harry finally drifted off to sleep.

"Master, I made it. I broke out from Azkaban so I could be your most loyal servant."

"You are no use of me anymore. I have nothing for you to do. They know I'm back, and it's about time they realize it. We just have to wait. Just a little longer until the fact that I'm back slips from their mind a little. Then we can go.

"The ministry has dementors searching everywhere for you. Tell me, what is it that you hear when they are near you?"

"I hear my filth cousin, Black, trying to kill me, my Lord."

"You lie. Do you think me an idiot? You should know by now that I always know when someone speaks the truth or lies. Now you have to be punished. Crucio!"