"THE NEW BEGINING"
He was standing in the middle of the room. His head was hurting, especially every time his scar would jolt.
Someone was standing in the dark, someone he wishes was dead. But he was not alone he was holding a red head boy,
someone dear to Harry Potter.
"Did you really think I wasn't going to fine out, boy? And for that someone will have to pay," he said in his snack like voice, casting Ron a deathly, cold look with his evil red eyes. He raised his wand and yelled "AVADA KADAVRA." Before Harry could do anything Ron hit the floor dead. "And now it's your turn, boy."
"ROOOOONNNN! NNNOOOOOO!"
HARRY! HARRY! WAKE UP! YOU'RE DREAMING! HARRY!"
Harry opened his eyes, everything was blurry. But he could tell there were people stranding around his bed.
"Harry are you o-okay?" Hermione asked with a worry look.
"I'm fine," he answered as he pushed his glasses on. They were all staring at him, all four weasleys and Hermione. But Ron was staring more then the others.
"Harry, why did you yell out Ron's name?" Ginny asked. "Is something going tom happen to him?"
"I… I don't know."
"Harry you con tell us anything. You know that, mate," said Ron after a small pause.
'I know Ron, But I don't want to hurt… kill anyone else,' he couldn't say any of this out laud. So he just nodded. He hadn't told any of them about his prophesy. He was scare that if he told them then they would get kill or go after V oldemort themselves. But now what worried him was that Voldemort knew. It was a dream, but that part felt as real as him. And he is real. "It was just a dream. Don't worry," he told them, so they wouldn't aske him any more questions.
There came the sound of someone running on the steers. Seconds' later Bill and Percy weasley appeared at the door. "Look how has finally come to his senses," said Bill.
"And I'll like to apology to everyone. I'm sorry. I'm truly am sorry," said Percy.
"It was only a matter of time till you came to your senses, you part," said Fred as George nodded in agreement.
"I deserve that …and more"
"Of cores you do," said Ginny. "But, I'm glade you're back." Wale everyone was greeting Percy, in there own way, Harry was left alone with his thoughts agene. When Percy looked at Harry he couldn't help but lose all the happiness inside of him. Harry was looking down lost in thoughts. His face showed grate sadness and a very bad depression.
"Harry? I'm really sorry …about everything," said Percy.
"It's not your fault," Harry answer as he got out of bed and started to walk towers the door. "It's mine."
Percy tried to reach out to stop Harry but Bill stopped him. When Percy turned to face Bill he saw tears forming in Ginny's and Hermione's eyes. He also saw Ron close his eyes to hold back his own tears. Fred and George sat down on Harry's bed and Bill just shucked his head.
"What's wrong with him?" Percy asked. "Is it my fault?"
"No, it's not you fault. Its nobodies fault but you-know-how's and that stupid prophesy," said Ron.
"Prophesy?"
"Yeah."
"I'll explain as best as I can," said Ron. "You see we don't know what it says. We don't even know if Harry knows. All we know is that thanks to that, that, that thing. Someone that was like a father to Harry is dead. You-know-how t ricked Harry to go to the ministry. Well, you already know all of that. So, why even explain that. Well, what you don't know is t hat Sirius Black was there as well."
"What! But Sirius Black is a murdered," said Percy outraged. "He tried to kill Harry during your 3rd year at school."
"Ron its best that we start at the beginning," said Hermione. "Start when we found out about Sirius being Harry's godfather."
"Okay."
None of the 7 people in the room noted the black hear teen standing out side the door. As he lessened to the last few event in his life being told and hearing everything said by his friends he made a diction that was going to change every once life's. 'No more feeling sorry for myself,' he told himself. 'I'm going to get stronger and I'll make sour no one else has to suffer what I'm suffering now. But to make sour of that I have to leave the burrow for the rest of the summer or even for the rest of my life.'
"What's wrong, Fred," asked Ginny
"I thought I heard someone. But it's nobody."
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