Harry woke early that morning. He stared at his ceiling and blinked several times to get used to the bright sunlight. He sat up and put his glasses on, and then glanced at the closk, it was only 7:30.

Considering how early it was, Harry knew that the Dursleys weren't up so he though he's write a note to Ron and Hermione.

Harry threw his covers off of him and stood up. He walked over to his desk and pulled out his chair. That's when he finally noticed the box.

He just stared at it fr a minute and picked it up and took it over to his bed. He looked inside.

Inside the box was two stacks of clothing. Five pairs of pants and five shirts. He took them out and tried them on, they fit perfectly. But the odd thing was there was no note.

Whoever had sent the clothes, Harry was very thankful to. He was tired of wearing his cousins old clothes that were several sizes to big for him.

Harry forgot all about writing a note to Ron and Hermione, he was to preoccupied with his new clothes.

He picked out the shirt that he liked the most and put it on along with a new pair of jeans. He looked at his reflection in his mirror and to him, he looked strange. Harry was used to seeing himself in baggy clothes, not clothes that fit well, but he still liked it.

Now came the issue of what he would tell his aunt and uncle. He was sure they were going to ask. What could he say?

Before he could think of anything there was a soft tap at the window. He looked out and saw a brown twany owl, one of the schools owls. He opened his window and let it in.

Harry untied the letter attatched to the owls leg. It was a little thicker than usual and then he realized that he got his O.W.L's back. He opened the envelope and took out a piece of parchment. This is what it read:

Dear Mr. Potter

School will start on September the first and the Hogwarts Express will leave Kings Cross Station at eleven that day. Also enclosed in the envelope is your list of books for this year and your O.W.L. results. Hope to see you on September the first.

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress.

Harry took out another peice of paper and unfolded it. It was Q.W.L. results.

Charms: Exceeds Expectations

Transfiguration: Exceeds Expectations

Defense Against the Dark Arts: Outstanding

Potions: Outstanding

Divination: Poor

Astronomy: Fair

Care of Magical Creatures: Outstanding

Herbology: Exceeds Expectations

History of Magic: Dreadful

Good Job Potter

Proffesor McGonagall

The other was his list of books but he's worry about that later. He couldn't believe that he'd got such good grades. How on earth did he get an Outstanding in Potions? 3 Outstandings, 3 Exceeds Expectations, 1 Fair, 1 Poor, and 1 Dreadful. Harry just realized that he'd got all of his requirements for becoming an Auror. He was happy.

He was about to get out a peice of parchment and write to Ron and Hermione, but he heard a soft knock at the door.

"Come in." Harry said, putting down his letter.

The door opened and in came Aunt Petunia. "Harry, I will explain this later, but I know that your new school term starts quite soon and I see you just got your list of of books, so when Vernon goes to work and Dudley leaves for his friends house, I'll take you to Diagon Alley to get your new school things and when we get there I'll explain everything, okay?"

Harry just stared at with his jaw hanging open but he somehow managed to nod his head.

"Okay, I'll let you know when they leave and then we can go." Aunt Petunia said, then she smiled at Harry and left the room.

Harry stared at the spot where she'd been in pure and utter amazement. How does she know about Diagon Alley? Why is she being so nice to me? What has happened to my aunt?

Harry started pacing around his room, pondering all of this, wondering how his aunt knew of the wizarding world.

Harry had, once again, forgotten about writing a note to Ron and Hermione. Instead, he went to write a note to Sirius, but then he remembered he was dead.

When he remembered this, he became depressed again. As he thought of Sirius again, he became more and more depressed and then he felt like he'd never be happy again. As he fell deeper and deeper into his depression, he reached under his matress and grabbed something. A box.

He opened the lid of it and inside it contained a knife, an extremely sharp, long knife.

Harry held if in his hands and carresed the cold silver handle.

He stared at the knife but he wasn't really seeing it. His mind was on other things. The only person who'd really cared for him, the only one he was ever attached to, the only one he ever truely loved, had died. He just couldn't take it anymore. The pain and sorrow that had been biulding in his chest all summer finally erupted and he lost control.

He took the knife and held it above his wrist. I can't take it anymore! Why live when there's nothing to live for? After this thought ran through his head, he brought the knife down and slit his wrist, deep, to the bone. Then he did his other one.

Harry held his hands in tight fists, letting the blood flow freely down his arms. But all to soon he began to feel dizzy. He sat down at the edge of his bed to stop the world from spinning but it didn't help any. He soon began to feel weak, very weak. He slid to the floor and passed out.

His aunt was coming up the stairs to let him know that they could go now. Petunia knocked on his door. No answer. She went on in.

When she opened the door she let out a shriek. Harry was lying in the middle of the floor with blood surrounding him. She ran down stairs to call the ambulance.

I know it's not a very good ending but that's the best i can do for now. U will really like the next chapter u will. it's got a big surprise in it so be sure to read it. Enjoy

Should I add more to this chapter? I think so!

It's a good thing you found him when you did, otherwise he wouldn't have made it. Well, If you need me, just ring the bell."

"Thank-you doctor." Petunia said.

(Shut of door and Petunia sitting and breathing a heavy sigh)

"Oh my dear son, what made you do this?" Petunia said to heself, stroking Harry's brow and brushing his hair away from his face.

Son? I'm not her son am I? Harry thought and then he knew no more.

There you goes, but i'm not gonna add ne more cuz it would give spoilers to the next chapter. but to the two people who have reviewed both chapters, thanks. now, enjoy! i have many more plans coming for Harry and Petunia so be sure to read future chapters! Enjoy!