Discalimer – Blah Blah Blah, not mine, actually nothing in this Chapter is mine, I'm writing this on my Palm Pilot, so it may take a while
CHAPTER 1
Harry was sitting on his bed. One more day. Just one more day until his birthday. Until he could leave the Dursley's forever.
He wanted to get away. To find someone to help him. Someone close but not Ron or Hermionie. Someone who understood him.
Of course he should feel guilty. After all, it was his fault. Sirius was gone because if him. He was never coming back, never.
A tear slid down his face, falling into the mass of cloth under him.
He had been tossing all night. He hadn't even heard from his, so called, friends.
He lay down and slowly drifted off into a restless sleep.
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He was awoken by a sharp rap on the window, it was a black barn owl.
He let the creature in and it jumped onto his bed and held out its leg that held two large packages. On each of the packages was a note. He opened the smaller one.
Dear Harry,
Hi, Harry, I miss you. A lot. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MR. POTTER, sweet sixteens, huh? Read Ron's note for the REALLY big surprise!
With love,
Hermionie
P.S. the black barn owl is mine! I got it for scoring all O's on my O.W.L.s!
P.P.S. Ron asked me on a date! What should I do? It's like I'm a little attention seeking girl agian!
Harry laughed at this. It was about time. Yeah, he did have a little crush on Hermionie, but he knew that he didn't stand a chance agianst Ron, it was so obvious! Ron had liked her for so long, and she, him.
He moved onto Hermionie's package. It was obviously a book. He tore open the box.
Covering the title was another note. This one said:
I'm sorry, Harry, I just thought that this would help.....
Cofused, Harry tore the note off.
HOW TO MOVE ON :
A BOOK ON HOW TO HELP GET OVER THE LOSS OF A LOVED ONE.
BY: SARATUNN MONIGHEY
Another tear slid down his face. He thrust the book at his lamp, causing it to shatter.
"HOW THE HELL IS THIS SUPPOSED TO HELP ME! HUH?" He screamed to nothing, "HOW IS A BLOODY BOOK GOING TO HELP ME?!''
''What in bloody hell is going on in there?!'' Uncle Vernon shouded, pounding on the door.
Also, I HATE how some people use muggle stuff in Harry Potter fics, except in muggle homs, well, I don't really hate it, some are really good, like Auntartic's oh, well, there will be no muggle machines in this fanfic except in the Dursley's home.
