Disclaimer: Harry Potter n'est pas mine; it is J.K. Rowling's. Although je wish it was,parce que then je would be a millionaire et not be sitting in front of this crappy bureau (takes deep breath) ce n'est pas mine. Oh well.

"Bellatrix tu es failed moi, tu es done nothing useful quesoever!" Harry spat venomously.

"M-mais master, that bastard of a g-dpere that le garcon had, est now gone because of moi, et il will have no one to rely on, once nous kill Dumbledore!" cried Bellatrix, gaining confidence avec each word elle spoke.

"FOOL! Comment dare tu give yourself credit! If it wasn't pour moi tu wouldn't have been que tu are aujourd'hui! Tu would've still been that pathetic weakling tu were quand tu joined moi!" said le high, froid voice which came from Harry.

Bellatrix started to stutter again, "S-sorry m-master…"

"Sorry n'est pas bien enough! Sirius Black didn't die, il fell derrière le vei—"

"M-mais master—"

"Nobody interrupts moi! CRUCIO!" yelled Harry avec anger.

Avec a bloodcurdling scream, Bellatrix writhed in pain. Le man près d'elle just stood là et watched as elle screamed avec an evil smile on his face.

Le Garcon-Qui-Lived woke up, clutching his scar avec his right hand. Breathing heavily, il tried to lift himself up into a sitting position on son lit. Harry hated how il always felt tres weak after seeing a vision. Mais was it really un vision? Was it actually vrai que Sirius was not morte? Si only Bellatrix had let Voldemort finish his thought. Ou was this all just Voldemort's idea of un sick joke?

Il got up, et washed son face avec froid water from le sink, trying to make himself feel better. Harry Potter sat on son lit et looked out le fenetre, le sun was barely up, " it must be before sept". Knowing Uncle Vernon would call il down to make dejeuner in une heure anyway, il figured il might as well stay up for le remaining of his free time.

All of le sudden, Harry heard a sound at his window. Il looked out et saw a brown owl trying to get in, pecking at le window. Il opened it quickly before his Uncle or Aunt woke up because of le noise. Although il usually kept his window opened, le night before there was a huge storm avec hail even though there was no thunder. Le owl flew in, et dropped a letter in Harry's lap. Il noticed le stamp on le outside as le Hogwarts shield. Il hastily opened le letter, remembering that his O.W.L. results should be coming soon. Il couldn't believe il had forgotten about them.

M. Harry James Potter

Le following are le results for your examens (O.W.L.s); ils sont broken up into deux parts, theory et practical. Dans that order:

Astronomy: E/A

Care of Magical Creatures: E/O

Charms: E/E

Defense Against le Dark Arts: O/O

Divination: P/D

Herbology: E/E

Histoire de Magic: P

Potions: E/E

Transfiguration: E/E

"Wow" thought Harry; il could not believe il got an E in Potions, but it was still not bon enough to get him into Snape's N.E.W.T. class. "Maybe Professor McGonagall could fait quelque chose about it" il thought to himself. Il took a piece of parchment out et wrote to Dumbledore saying il wanted to take Transfiguration, Defense Against le Dark Arts, Charms, Care of Magical Creatures, et Potions. Il had trouble deciding whether of not il should take Care of Magical Creatures or pas, mais then in le end decided that if il didn't take it il might loose il friendship avec Hagrid. Il hoped that Hermione et Ron also picked it as one of their classes so that il would not be alone, because that would be horrible. Dealing avec dangerous creatures which could bite your head off every day, et not even have friends there to share this precious time avec? Harry snorted at le thought.

Il let Hedwig out of her cage et tied le letter to her leg et told her to go to Dumbledore. Elle was very happy to go; elle hadn't stretched her wings out in a long while. Harry wrote to Hermione et Ron during le summer, but not as much as usual. Strangely enough, his main mail recipient lately had been Ginny. Il remembered le letter elle wrote to him just two days ago:

Dear Harry,

Bonjour Harry, ca va? Je just wanted to tell you that tu should not think that anything that happened was ton fault, parce que it wasn't. Ron, Hermione, Luna, Neville, et je chose to follow tu ourselves, if tu remember, tu actually tried to make us stay. Sirius also came because il wanted to. Je sais that Ron et Hermione also probably sent you numerous letters, but I just want you to know that I know what it feels like to blame everything on yourself. After my first year, that is exactly how je felt; Je just wanted to let tu sais that je suis aller etre ici pour toi.

Love,

Ginny

P.S. Please write back et je hope to see tu soon.

Harry Potter lied down dans his lit. Il took a grand breath. Je deteste mon life. All Personne qui j'aime sont morte. Even mon g-dpere, qui s'appelle Sirius est morte. Et mon oncle est tres mechant. Harry thought.

"Garcon! Viens down ici this instant!" un angry voice called from below.

"Coming, coming" groaned Harry, snapping himself from his dream world avec his copains et remembering that his real life was avec les Dursleys.

Rushing out son chambre, il glanced at son clock, it was already 8:30am, il ne realize pas that so much temps passed. Quand il walked into la cuisine, il noticed that everything was neat et clean, just as son tante et oncle left it le night before quand ils vont un restaurant.

"Garcon, veins ici, et make moi petit dejeuner" ordered Oncle Vernon from la cuisine.

"That est all?" said Harry quietly so only il peux hear.

Grudgingly il dragged son feet over to le stove et began son usual routine of makingdes oefs sur le plat et bacon pour son relatives. Le news was on dans le other sale like usual. Harry glanced a la television et saw le face of his g-dfather.

"Le mass murderer that escaped from jail almost trio ans ago has been claimed dead"

Uncle Vernon rounded on Harry avec a maniacal grin on son face. "So, garcon, it looks like ton bien-pour-nothing g-dfather n'est pas ici pour toi anymore. Then again, would il ever make un decent g-dpere anyway?"

Harry tried to keep son temper, mais it was very difficile parce que Uncle Vernon was still rambling on about Sirius. "Mon 'bien-pour-nothing g-dpere'? Regarde at ton own fils! It looks like il could barely hold himself up, let alone walk around!" Harry yelled as il glanced over to Dudley who was regarde la tele avec son eyes glued to le screen as il stuffed his face avec bacon. Harry angrily walked over to le fireplace, et knocked down one of Dudley's most prized wrestling trophies.

"et these trophies, how do you think il gets them, well I'll tell you, il beats up petit kids every jour" Harry retorted, getting back at Uncle Vernon pour saying crap about Sirius.

At this comment, Dudley stopped mange et stared at Harry avec a strangled look on son face. Harry sprinted up le stairs breathing heavily, before Vernon had un chance to kill him. Il started throwing his things in his trunk as fast as il peux, quand il heard Vernon shout, "COMMENT DARE TU PARLE THAT WAY ABOUT DUDLEY! THAT EST IT! TU ES NEVER ALLER BACK TO THAT WRETCHED ECOLE OF YOURS EVER AGAIN!" il paused et started again, "ET NO FOOD POUR TU!" Il peux hear Uncle Vernon come up le stairs to Harry's room. Too furious to say anything else, Uncle Vernon slammed le door in Harry's face, locked it, et stormed down le stairs muttering something about "criminals".

Le first thought il had was to fly away on son broomstick, mais that might be considered magic, et il might be expelled for that. Then il remembered le knight bus. Il was surprised il had not thought of it before. Il quickly threw le petite chose il had left into his sac, et shut it. Il let Hedwig fly away to le Burrow so that il would not have to carry an owl, which would have looked very awkward. Harry wrote un petite note telling Ron son plans et not to worry. Il tried to open his door, mais found it locked. Il had no autre choice, il opened le window et a cold rush of air flew in. Oh, isn't this gonna be fun?" thought Harry as il picked up his heavy truck et put it on le fenetre-sill. Il got le sac et jumped avec it all le way down towards Aunt Petunia's prized garden.

Ow! Harry regarded at his pied et il saw that it was bend out of shape. Il tried to get up, mais il stumbled. "Oh, bon" Now je ne peus pas walk. "J'ai un idea!" Harry thought. Il took out his wet, et lifted it up. Il attende le Knight Bus, mais it didn't come. Harry looked, around et saw nothing. Ou was le Knight Bus? Surely it would have vient by now. Il stumbled onto his pieds, leaning on his trunk for support, et il began to limp up la rue. Il didn't know ou to aller, il knew il wouldn't be able to walk too far.

Zut, zut et zut. Je suis tres stupid. Je forgot mon owl a maison. J'ai besoin d'un owl. Qu'est-ce que je fait now?

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