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Be Nice everyone! These first chapters are kind of slow but it gets better I promise!

How do you ever move on when the only person that you feel safe with, that you actually feel like they are a parent to you, what do you do when they die? Harry found himself thinking this same exact thing as he sat in his room on Privet Drive.

He had had the whole entire summer to evaluate what had happened that day, when Sirius died. While everyone tried to tell him that it wasn't his fault, Harry never believed a word of it. Because no matter what they said, he always knew that if it wasn't for him constantly trying to be the hero, that Sirius would still be alive.

He isn't alive though, Harry reminded himself once again. He always had to remind himself that no matter how many times you think of the "what ifs", they never make him come back.

"Okay, I need to stop thinking about Sirius and start packing!" Harry whispered to himself out loud. He was packing to go on his annual summer trip to Ron's right before he was due to return to Hogwarts. Usually Harry was psyched to go to his wizarding school, but this time it was different. Somehow, when Sirius died, Hogwarts lost some of its appeal to Harry. Sure, he liked it a lot better then being stuck with his menacing relatives, but it no longer seemed like the same exciting place he used to love. Harry supposed that this was just because he was sad right now, but deep down he knew that it was really because Sirius' dying made him almost numb to real emotion.

It's not like Harry's friends didn't TRY to make him feel better, because they did. Hermione and Ron were relentlessly writing him letters that all seemed to say the same thing:

Harry, how could you even think that that was your fault? You know that Sirius wouldn't want you blaming yourself. He would want you to be happy. Please try to cheer up Harry.

Harry.Hermione sent about thirty letters that all seem to read the same to They all said that Sirius would have wanted him to move on and be happy. And then there were Ron's letters:

Mate, you really need to stop beating yourself up about this. Were all sad about him being gone, but there is no use blaming anyone for it. Maybe you should come over soon to play a game of Quiddith, we can see if that won't cheer you up!

Ron's attempt at cheering Harry up worked better than Hermione's letters did. With Ron's letters he was actually amused by the fact that Ron tried to make it sound as if flying on a broomstick would make Harry forget it all.

He couldn't blame his friends for trying though, because he knew that he was being difficult. All those years Harry had been fully cooperative and happy regardless of what his life was like. For once, Harry wasn't being all fine and dandy, he wasn't going to try and be happy if he really wasn't. The Dursley's found this out soon after Harry's arrival back home.

"HARRY, COME DOWN FOR BREAKFAST OR YOU WON'T GET ANY!" yelled Aunt Petunia in her aggravatingly high pitched voice.

It had not been a particularly good night for Harry, seeing as his very best friend, confident, and godfather died just months before.

"I'm still sleeping, but if you insist, " said Harry rather irritated.

As he came down the stairs, Harry noticed that nothing had changed since he last left; it was still the same ole house on Privet Drive. The only thing that seemed to alter was Dudley; oddly enough, he seemed even bigger than before, regardless of the diet.

"Hurry up and eat, Harry. I need you to clean the house. Dust, mop, sweep, and clean everything. I want this house spotless." Aunt Petunia looked at Harry as if he was a piece of garbage that was laying in her way as he walked to sit down.

"Oh, wow sounds like fun. What for?" Harry replied grumpily.

"Don't talk to your Aunt that way or I'll throw you on the streets to fend for yourself." Uncle Vernon spat as he glared at Harry.

"It is not like you can, remember? The only reason why I'm still here is because you have to keep me."

"And don't you forget it." Uncle Vernon answered growing slightly red in face.

Harry just sighed and started playing with his food; he was well aware that his Uncle was staring at him. "What is the matter with you boy? I don't like this new bitterness and attitude coming from you."

Harry gave a slight laugh, "What is the matter with me… well, hmmm, I think lets start with the fact that I have a psychotic wizarding Lord trying to murder me. He has tried five times by the way and came close to succeeding too; I guess your pretty disappointed about that, I mean if I would of died that would have been a load off your mind, huh?"

Uncle Vernon blinked with fright and replied while gritting his teeth, "I told you not to speak of that codswallop in my house."

"Well, you asked for it didn't you? Now let me continue; after the wizard tried to kill me, my godfather comes in to try and save me but ends up dying. He was pretty much like the father I never had, which oddly enough, was also killed by Lord Voldemort. Now I stuck again with you people and probably going back to Hogwarts where another plan by Voldemort to assassinate me, will be waiting! And that is what's the matter with me, my dear Uncle." Harry was now screaming it at his unusually purple Uncle. He slammed his fork down that he had clenched so hard while he was yelling and stormed out of the kitchen.

"Don't you run away from me! Never speak of it in the house; that is my rule!" Uncle Vernon had gotten up and was now boring down upon Harry who was still fuming. Harry glared at his Uncle with such loathing at that moment, but Uncle Vernon didn't even notice as he billowed, "I DON'T CARE IF YOUR GODFATHER DIED, YOU WILL RESPECT ME IN MY HOUSE! I WILL NOT BE YELLED AT BY AN INGRATE WHO THINKS SOMEONE IS TRYING TO MURDER HIM." Uncle Vernon's face was the darkest shade of purple Harry had ever seen before. He was surprised at how easy it was to yell at his Uncle, after all those years of keeping silent.

"I DON'T CARE IF YOU BELIEVE ME; YOU STILL TRY AND TELL YOURSELF THAT MAGIC DOESN'T EXIST FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! WHY ARE YOU SO OBSESSED WITH BEING NORMAL?"

Uncle Vernon had the most ridiculous look on his face as he took in Harry's words. Harry stared at his Uncle's face as his lips started to pucker and his head seemed to be getting skinnier. Uncle Vernon's face started to look like a sea-mouth bass before Harry discovered what was happening to his Uncle...

"Oh, no… This is what happens when I get mad!" Harry shook his head at his uncle. Now the ministry would have to come and fix this, just like how they had to with his "aunt". All of the people from the ministry must think he was an angry monster to keep blowing up his relatives like this.

Uncle Vernon's face had now become almost as flat and skinny as a cereal box. It was growing smaller by second too, and now Aunt Petunia and Dudley were standing in the hall looking both scared and angry, "Make it stop, right now!" Aunt Petunia ordered Harry with a glower.

"Sorry, but I can't." Harry then strolled steadily up the stairs as if Aunt Petunia wasn't acting like the end of the world was near. She was still screaming at him as he slammed the door and tried to climb out of his bedroom window.