Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter or any of the characters, I just wish I did.

Harry Potter and the Resolution

Chapter 1: Emotions

Harry Potter, of Number Four Privet Drive, was currently lying in his rickety, old bed thinking about the way his life was turning out. At Fifteen and three quarters he had already rid himself of three adult guardians, his parents and Sirius, what was next?

'I am not going to think about,' Harry thought. 'I'm just going to lay here and start at the ceiling, and I refuse to cry.'

As Harry turned onto his stomach, his eye lids got heavy and he finally slept, at two in the morning. Thirty minutes later he awoke screaming murder.


'Damn nightmares, keeping me from sleeping, Sirius is dead, I should be over him.' Harry thought, as he tidy up his room. His eyes were bloodshot, with nasty looking bags under them, and the expression on his face betrayed the fact that he has gotten absolutely no sleep in the past a few days.

At a soft, but sharp, tap Harry turned his head toward the window to see Hedwig with a beak full of mice. As Harry let her in, she looked up at her master to see him with a small, sad smile on his face.

"Hey Hedwig, have fun? Yeah, well at least one of us has a life outside this, hmm?" Harry said, with a soft, sorrowed chuckle.

"BOY! Get down here this instant!" Harry heard his uncle bellow from the below. 'Oh, no, what now?'

(A/N: Sorry this opening was boring and short, I just wanted you all to get the feel of Harry's emotions at this point, and so I could get the feel of writing the story. Another chapter should be out soon. Thanks!)