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This story is Ginny and Harry, Ron and Charity, an unlikely pair and if you don't want to read it then don't Snape and Hermione they won't take place until the gangs 7th year when she is of age. Until then you will see her with other people we will have Luna and Neville and my personal favorite Tonks and Lupin but I worn you this story is not all romance it will have fights and death. Some people you have come to love may die and for this I am sorry it will be none of the aboved mentioned. This story will not have a brake it will extend through the gangs 6th and 7th year and maybe beyond this is not a fluff fanfic and I hope you enjoy it.
Harry Potter laid in the backyard his messy black hair blowing in the night Breeze. He could not sleep, but that was normal every time he closed his eyes he saw Sirius falling through the veil. Even though Harry new he needed sleep he would not let himself fall into it. The nightmares he kept having were horrible. Besides having the ones where he saw Sirius falling and could do nothing to help him. He kept having ones about his friends and saw each of them dieing in some way and that there was nothing he could do to stop it.
Harry often wondered if the nightmares were tied to what Professor Dumbledore had told him at the end of last year. The prophecy god how Harry now hated those words when ever he thought about it he felt three ways, Angry at Professor Dumbledore, Sad because Harry knew that he was now going to have to become a murder and relived because at least now he knew why Lord Got a boot up his ass wanted to kill him.
Harry wondered what time it was and looked down at his watch before he remembered that he did not have one any more. Harry rolled over and got to his feet if Aunt Petunia or Uncle Vernon caught him out of bed he would wish that he had never been born granted he was so depressed at the moment sometimes killing himself seemed like a good idea but he knew that if he did the wizerding world would die to.
Harry opened the back door quietly and creeped inside and went silently up the stairs. He heard Uncle Vernon murmuring about ruddy drill employees in his sleep. As Harry quickly slipped by and into his room, he fell on to his bed with a heavy flop and the looked at his clock it was one in the morning he had been 16 for an hour but he did not care it was hard to get worked up about anything he felt so horrible about his god fathers death that a birthday just seemed like another day.
All of the sudden Harry set up he had heard a rattle at his window Harry pulled out his wand from his jeans. And aimed it at the window he then reached into his bed side table and pulled out a flashlight and turned it on and aimed it at the window. He held his breath and looked and then laughed at himself it was just Hedwig, Pig and two other owls that he did not recognize.
He open his window and let the owls fly in. Harry then removed the package from there legs and the two owls that he did not recognize flew off through the window and in to the moonless night. He open his first parcel it was a letter from Ron telling him Happy Birthday and a small present a box of chocolate frogs. Hermione's letter said the same thing but she told Harry to stop blaming himself about Sirius death and told him not to even try to deny it that she would hunt him down and hut him if he wrote her back one more bloody time and told him he was fine. She had also sent him a book on the grieving process and a little Snitch that flew around the room.
Harry open a rather large letter it was from Hogwarts of course it told him the usual what books to get. Harry pulled another letter out that told him that he could play quiddich again. He could not help the grin that spread over his face he had missed it so much last year Harry kept reading the letter it said that he was also the new team captain. There was a letter from Professor Dumbledore himself that told Harry that the 7th year perfect was made head boy and that he was now a perfect.
The last parcel was from Fred and George they had sent him a complete set of there newest products and told him to use it on his great oft of a cousin they also told him that they had stuck a couple of dreamless sleep potions in there from there mum. Harry was very thankful for this he new Mrs. Weasley was worried about him it was so nice of her to take the time to make it for him he would have to write and thank her. There was also a letter from Ginny telling him happy birthday and that she would give him his gift when she saw him.
Harry grinned he could not wait to see what that fiery red head was going to give him. Harry hoped it was not bat boggy hex. Lately Ginny kept popping up in his mind he wished it would stop happing because he felt guilty for thinking about any thing other then Sirius.
Harry set down and looked at his gifts he spotted Hermione's book laying under the wrapping papers of his gifts and dragged it out. He looked at the gold lettering on the cover How to Cope by Chloe Seasonale. He sighed and opened the book what could it hurt. Chapter one, So you lost someone you loved. Harry set back on his bed and started to read he read for hours until he had finished then he Sighed and read the last line again it is ok to to be happy you can smile and laugh they wont hold it against you they want you to be happy too.
Harry smiled he vowed from this moment on I will be happy I will stop living in the past I have grieved long enough. Harry knew that it might not stop the nightmares but it was a start. He took the Potion that Mrs. Weasley had sent him and fell asleep with a smile on his face. He knew that wherever Sirius was that he was smiling to.