Harry layed on his bed, staring at the darkened ceiling, lost in his own thoughts. He'd been like this since he's come home for the summer from Hogwarts. Harry had layed awake everynight for the past month, ever since Sirius died, he hasn't slept.
Finally, he rolled over to get some sleep and he glanced at his clock. His eye widened. He'd been sixteen for more than three hours and he hadn't realized it. Harry sat up and walked over to his window. He pulled aside the curtains and looked at the moon, lost once more in his own thoughts.
Harry stood there for a few minutes but was soon aroused from his thoughts by two loud cracks.
He quickly turned around and came face to face with Fred and George, the Weasly twins, his best friends, Ron's, older brothers.
"Hello Harry." George said, smiling at him.
"What are you two doing down here?" Harry asked, bewilderment showing clearly on his face.
"Well, everyone left us your birthday presents and we thought we'd bring them to you." Fred said. Then out of no where, the twins pulled out a large box from behind them that Harry hadn't noticed. The box came up to Harry's thighs.
"Wow!" is all Harry could say.
"Well, we better go before mum finds out that we're gone." Fred said and before Harry could say anything, the twings disapparated.
Harry just stared at the box in amazment. He'd never got that many presents before.
After standing there for a few more minutes, he eagerly tore into the box.
He pulled present after present out and when he was done he muttered happily, "Thanks guys." Then he went over to his bed and pulled out parchment and quill and wrote a note in which he sent with Hedwig.
Finally he went to sleep, feeling a little happier than he had since that night at the ministry.
Harry was woke up all to soon by his uncle yelling at him from downstairs telling his to get up.
Harry rooled over and slowly got out of bed. He trudged over to his wardrobe and pulled out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He slid those on and walked downstairs. When he reached the kitchen he was greeted by Aunt Petunia saying, "Harry, finish cooking the breakfast while I'm over here." Harry did what he was told, but not without a roll of his eyes.
After their breakfast, Uncle Vernon said, " Well Petunia, I'm off for the day wiht my son, and Harry, you better behave and mind your aunt. If you don't, you will be locked in your room for a week."
Harry replied, "Okay," and then sighed and propped his elbows on the table and put his face in his hands.
He heard the front door shut, but other than that it was like you could hear each others thoughts because it was so silent.
Harry sat there with his head in his hands staring at the gleaming table while Aunt Petunia worked on cleaning the kitchen.
As she walked into the living room to clean it, she said to Harry, "Don't you have some sort of homework to do that your school gives you?" then she walked off.
Getting the hint, Harry walked upstairs and got out his homework.
Some how he got it all done before Uncle Vernon and Dudley got home. Harry glanced at his clock which said four thirty.
Since he had nothing better to do he pulled out Quidditch Through the Ages and reread it.
He was about half way through when his aunt called him down for dinner.
He walked downstairs and sat next to his enormous cousin, who had got back not long ago.
"So Petunia, did the boy mind you?" Vernon asked, sitting next to Harry.
"Yes actually.: Petunia said, handing out plates to everyone.
"Well, glad to hear the boy is finally learning.: Vernon said.
That was basically all of the dinner conversation, except for when Vernon was talking about work that day.
When Harry was back in his room, he took out some of the Honeydukes chocolate that he'd got for hie birthday and ate some of it.
After a while, Harry went back to reading but around eleven he fell asleep.
Sometime around one, Harry's bedroom door creaked open.
Aunt Petunia's face peeked around the door. When he saw that he was asleep, she went inside. She quietly closed the door behind her and then walked over to Harry.
She stared down at him for a while, then she sat at the edge of his bed.
Petunia slowly stroked his hair back from his face and she just stared at him for some time.
After a while, her face shined with tears. Then she whispered, "My boy, me dear sweet boy, I am so sorry to have to put you through this torture for 16 years. I am sorry my son."
Then she stood up and stared at him for a while longer as tears fell silently on the carpet. She wiped her eyes and then went off to bed.
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