DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter, I did not create him, or anyone else in the Harry Potter series…I merely write stories about the characters for entertainment purposes. Please do not sue, for this story is not meant to infringe upon any copyright laws., or to offend anyone. Furthermore, I do not own Puddle of Mudd, or their wonderful song lyrics.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a songfic to Puddle of Mudd's "Blurry". I am aware that this is a love song, but when writing this fic, I did not intend for it to be a romantic love story. This story illustrates the love Harry had for Dumbledore. As you all know, Dumbledore was a very important part of Harry's life, and he did love him. I felt that most of these lyrics were appropriate for this story, however, I do not wish this to be construed as an implication of romance between Harry and Dumbledore. Please read and let me know what you think J

Summer was in full swing at Number Four, Privet Drive. Aunt Petunia was outside, in the garden, planting azaleas, and Uncle Vernon was shouting at the television. Even though it was a beautiful day, and most were taking full advantage of it, Harry Potter lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. Normally, at least for the last six summers, Harry's main reason for this type of melancholy behavior was because his aunt and uncle were horribly cruel, and he was forced to spend the summer holiday with them, since Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had no summer term. This summer was different. Every school year, at the beginning of the fall term, there was a magnificent feast, and Albus Dumbledore, the most clever wizard ever to be headmaster of the incredible aforementioned school gave a wonderful speech. This coming term, there would be no such speech. There would be no speech because Albus Dumbledore had been murdered. Harry and his friends, Ron and Hermione were convinced that Severus Snape, a former death eater, was still loyal to the Dark Lord. Only Dumbledore, and the other teachers were convinced otherwise….but sadly, this was the one time Dumbledore was seriously mistaken. Harry still shook with anger at the thought of Snape's greasy black hair, gnarly hooked nose, and maliciously curled lip. Harry had wanted to kill him, had tried to kill him, but Snape had slipped away, like the loathsome slithering snake that he was. And even though Dumbledore wasn't his father, and this was certainly not the first significant loss in his life, Harry still felt lost and empty. After his godfather, Sirius had been killed in the Department of Mysteries over a year ago, Harry had felt so much pain, he thought he could never be hurt more….but he was wrong. The loss of Dumbledore hurt him so bad he couldn't even breathe. And even though many wizards had stopped by to offer Harry condolences, so much so that Uncle Vernon stopped gasping and screaming like the fat little pig he was when one would mysteriously appear as if from thin air, Harry felt anger towards them as well, as though they had come simply to gawk at the famous Harry Potter and find amusement in his pain. Dumbledore was gone, and they couldn't bring him back.

/Everything's so blurry and everyone's so fake Everybody's empty, and everything is so messed up Preoccupied without you, I cannot live at all My whole world surrounds you, I stumble then I crawl/