Chapter 1

The Change in Lifestyle.

Why? Sometimes I just wonder why? Hagrid said if he was to go, it would be in battle. Maybe that's true, but did he battle for me? No...Sirius would want to battle against Voldemort. But why...why did he have to die?

It was now three months into the summer vacation, and Harry could barely stand it any longer. Every time he would come back from Hogwarts for vacation, the Dursley's would treat him differently, but never decently. Sometimes they would beat him and treat him like a dog, and other times they would flat out ignore him. But this was by far the worst punishment. They were treating him like a spoiled five year old Dudley! Harry's thoughts strayed to the night before, where they had eaten dinner in the kitchen, and Harry had been 15 minutes late.

"Sorry I'm late Uncle Ver-

"Oh, no no no, nonsense Harry, it's fine, your barely late at all, please have a seat," said Uncle Vernon with an expression that looked like it took a great amount of pain to say.

"Here you are Harry," said Aunt Petunia as she slowly set his plate down, filled to the brim with ham, meatloaf and pasta. And I'll get something for you to drink."

Harry looked at her lips, and they were pursed tightly, seemingly because she could not say anything else kind to Harry without bursting into a million pieces.

"May I have some salt Dudley?" asked Harry politely to Dudley at the end of the table.

Dudley's head quickly spun around from the television he was watching and with the most insincere smile on his face, grunted some sort of a "sure," and passed the salt across the table, knocking his own glass down in the process. He then proceeded to turn around again and watching the Tele, while Aunt Petunia got out a mop to dry the floor.

It seemed that out of all the Dursley's, Dudley seemed the most unhappy about the current arrangements on how Harry was to be treated. Yet he knew exactly why he wasn't to treat Harry abusively, because he has already suffered a pigs tail removed and a tongue bigger than his living room couch being sprawled from his mouth.

Yet after another one of those horrifying meals by the Dursley's, Harry had decided to head in early, and watch Tele. Yes, as one of the many accommodations that the Dursley's had made to Harry, one of the best was his own Tele where he could watch it undisturbed in his bedroom. Now of course, the Dursley's generosity had its limits, so this was no new electrical appliance. It was one of Dudley's old ones they had found in the attic, and it didn't even have a remote.

Hah thought Harry, it's not like I watch that many channels anyway.

This was obviously true, since the only reason Harry even bothered with the Tele in the first place, was so he could keep an eye out fro anything suspicions...anything that might relate to Voldemort.

Harry quickly unlocked the door, and immediately jumped onto his undone bed and switched on the television to see if the news at 6 pm was still on.

"And today, it seems as if the rain will be settling down upon most of the tri county area, so have your umbrellas out , this is one of those 95 pecenters...Hahaha...um..back to you Dave.

"Thanks Sheila...Now in other news, a High School Teacher strike has swept the coast of-

Harry turned off the tv and sat down silently on his bed. It was another one of those lonely nights, and he knew were his thoughts were going to stray, no matter how hard he tried to stop them.

Sirius. I made a mistake. Why did you take your life for me? It wasn't worth it! You idiot! You never listen, your so stubborn, you...YOUR JUST A LOSER!

"Harry..are you in there?" asked the voice of Dudley from behind the door. There's someone, some guy and a girl, whatshisname...whatever, that wants to see you. They're in the living room."

Harry looked up at the door, and told Dudley he would be down in a sec. There was no fear in Dudley's voice, just his usual stupid memory lapses, probably from getting hit so hard in boxing, so that meant it couldn't be people who looked like wizards. But this meant nothing, as far as Harry was concerned, for Dudley was more likely to spot a wizard than to get into Hogwarts, as long as they weren't dressed in robes.

Harry quickly strode to the door, wondering maybe if it was his old elementary schools teacher and her husband, whose blue hair he had given her in the years before Hogwarts, had caused her further damage.

As he went down the stairs, his curiosity lengthened, and he peeked around the corner to see who it was.

His jaw dropped.