Disclaimer: Everything that you recognize belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Btw: throughout the story italics will indicate one of several things:dialogue inflashback/dream sequence or simulaneous thoughts
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Millions of light-years away, a boy woke up gasping in his small room. Groping in the darkness for his glasses, the boy fought to calm his rapid breathing. Emerald eyes, surrounded by thick black lenses focused on a white snowy owl that was screeching in her cage.
"Hush Hedwig," said Harry as he stood up and gently brushed his fingers through her feathers. "You don't want to wake up the Dursleys again." He fingered the bruise on his arm and winced as pain assailed his nerves. 'Definitely don't want to wake up Uncle Vernon.'
After Moody's talk with his family, the Dursleys had become even worse than before. Although they fed him, it was not nearly enough as Dudley was still on his 'diet'. Mostly, his aunt and cousin ignored him, except to tell him to complete small chores. It was his Uncle that would not leave him alone. After his business suffered, it was not uncommon to find Vernon coming home drunk and like a lit fuse on dynamite, it only takes a tiny spark to make him blow.
Harry leaned back against his wall as he remembered how his Uncle towered over him and gripped his arm so fiercely that the handprint was still there. He was yelling about how Harry was ungrateful and lazy (things he heard before and paid no attention to). But then Vernon blamed him for the 'detentors incident' with Dudley last year and pointed out how whoever is close to Harry always gets hurt.
"That why we never loved you, boy. That's why no one ever will. Because your abnormality always injures whoever is near you."
Tears formed in Harry's eyes as his Uncle's words echoed in his mind. Once again he saw his godfather's eyes, widened in surprise, as he fell backwards into the veil. The image haunted Harry during waking hours, and manifested into dreams during the night. For this reason, black bags were visible under his deadened emerald eyes.
But tonight was different. Tonight he did not dream of Sirius. Tonight, he did not dream of Voldemort. No. Tonight was filled with flashes of a woman: tall, muscular, and always fighting the darkness. What was strange was that in the end of every battle the woman changed…morphed really…into a familiar figure. But for the life of him, Harry couldn't place her. In the figure was reaching out to him and as emerald eyes flashed, he could hear the echo of "You will learn…"
Snapping out of his daze, Harry looked to his window and saw an owl tapping impatiently on it. Standing up, he walked slowly to the window and silently thanked whoever was out there that Uncle Vernon didn't put bars on it this year (though he did threaten to do this and Harry's counter with the Order's threat only ended with another painful bruise, this time on his left cheek) and opened the window, allowing the impatient owl to enter his room. As he untied the letter from the owl's leg, he noted that this owl was from the Order. In fact, the letter stated that they would pick him up later that week.
'Great,' thought Harry. 'In a week I get to go back to Grimmauld Place. Yippee.'
There was no doubt that Harry Potter did not want to go back to Number 4 Grimmauld. It was just another painful reminder of what he lost that day in the ministry…just another reminder of how useful his Gryffindor bravery really was. He didn't want to, but memories assaulted his mind…
His body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backward through the veil Sirius no hanging from the arch. Don't leave me. He had reached the door then the arch. Please I have no one else Remus grabbed him, whispering 'it's too late Harry' Come back you promised come back Sirius did not reappear…
'How could I have been so stupid? First Cedric, now Sirius. And Ron, Hermione…Ginny…Neville. Never again…never again.' And with that thought the Boy-Who-Lived, his broken body mirroring his broken spirit, cried himself to sleep.
SHE'S ALIVE! I am so sorry people... I hope that someone out there is still reading this. Well, I finally found some inspiration to continue this. I know this is short but time has been limited...but summer's almost here which means a lot more time for writing. I will definately finish this story at one point.
Thanks to all who reviewed from before...I hope that you guys haven't forgotten me.
