Disclaimer: I am not rich, never been to England before in my life, and I'm not smart enough to ever come ever with a story like Harry Potter, therefore I do not own nothing except for the plot, though J.K. Rowlings may have taken that too, but since we know for a fact at the moment that she hasn't, I own it!
A/N: Sorry for the long update, I have been very busy and I had to revisions to this chapter to make it but better. I will try to update faster but I can't make any promises, sorry.
Chapter 2
Suddenly a pair of green eyes opened, with a look of pure terror in them. Slowly, he tried to get his breathing back to normal. As his breathing was slowing down, he looked at the clock; 2:30 A.M.
Every night since he came home from Hogwarts, he had been having the same dream over and over again. Sirius Black falling through the veil, hearing Bellatrix's laugh, then shouting Sirius' name and he not answering back. His dream would then shift over to a sudden pain to his scar and head. Then vaguely he would see Voldemort and Dumbledore fighting. He would black out and wake up. When Harry woke up, he would be in cold sweat, gasping for air and his body and would be in terror and fear. The same mixture of feelings he felt that day.
Sometimes when he could fell asleep, he thought of all the people that were close to him. He realized even more how much danger they were all in because of him. Which is why he hadn't replied to anyone's letter, in hope that they would forget about him, in time.
He did notice in the letters that Ron and Hermione seem to be spending more and more time together. He also noticed that with Luna and Neville too, which he thought was great they were all perfect for one and other. He also had gotten letters from most of his teachers at Hogwarts, with an exception from Dumbledore. He seemed to leave Harry alone, which Harry was grateful for because he was still upset with him for not telling him what he needed to know.
The one of letters he did enjoy reading was from Ginny. Though he hadn't realized it himself yet. The letters made him laugh and she filled him in the best she could what was going on.
Harry really didn't do anything all day. The Dursley's left him alone (surprise, surprise). Aunt Petunia left him food through the door, since Harry showed no signs of leaving his room. He ate it whenever she did leave food, he rather not though, but since she didn't feed him much he figured he might as well eat it.
He did read, or reread, some of the books he owned. He did his homework for the summer, which he was almost done with. He only had the Care of Magic and Divination (He saved the easier ones for last). He also reread letters. Just to see if he can detect anything useful from them.
But most of all he laid there on his bed. Wondering about himself, the world, the fact that it was all up to him and only him. He didn't know what to think or how to think of Professor Dumbledore. So he would just lie there and think of all his troubles and forgetting what he had and everything else.
