Harry stared at the wall. He was back in his bedroom and had no desire to leave it ever again. Ron and Hermione had left hours ago, and Hedwig clucked disapprovingly at Harry's lack of motivation to do anything. Even though all he'd eaten today was the bit of toast and cheese Aunt Petunia had given him while Uncle Vernon was napping (Uncle Vernon still severely disapproved of anything having to do with Harry, particularly coaxing him to eat), Harry was still not hungry, He was empty; but it was his heart that was empty, not his stomach. Suddenly, Harry was shaken from his stupor when a very manky looking owl tapped at the glass to his window. Tied to the creature's leg was a small package. Even though Harry was depressed, his curiosity did not fail him and he tore open the package. A tiny photgraph with moving subjects fell to his lap and he was holding a piece of rather rugged looking parchment. Dear Harry,
I found this picture among Professor Dumbledore's belongings, and I thought you should have it. I know this is a very difficult time for you, and I know you must be feeling quite miserable. I want to remind you, Harry that we all still love you, and I heard of your plans to abstain from attending the final year at Hogwarts. I know you want to find Snape and kill him. We all do, Harry. Dumbledore would never have approved of your missing the last year of school to seek vengeance. Please reconsider. I know that once you are of age, I cannot tell you what to do, but your mother and father would never have wanted you to leave Hogwarts early either, and even though you may think Sirius would have wanted you to leave, I truly believe he too would not have been thrilled about it. Send me an owl anytime, Harry. I am still here for you. Warm Regards,
Remus Lupin

Harry picked up the fallen photograph with a trembling hand and dared to look at it. Tears erupted down his face as he watched the miniature Dumbledore and Harry in the photo. It was taken in the previous year in the Great Hall. They had been discussing the importance of detecting the vomit flavored jellybean in the Bertie Bott's bag before consuming it, as they both shared the rare experience of having eaten one of the detestable things. Harry wondered if he would ever laugh again like that, and he hated Snape with every fiber of his soul. He would kill them both, Snape and Voldemort if it was the last thing he ever did. Harry tucked the photograph into his shirt pocket, vowing never to let it out of his sight.

/Nobody told me what you thought Nobody told me what to say Everyone showed you where to turn Told you when to runaway Nobody told you where to hide Nobody told you what to say Everyone showed you where to turn Showed you when to runaway/

Harry wiped his tears from his face and walked slowly downstairs. He thought he might like to eat a piece of Petunia's leftover pork pie now.

/You take it all You take it all away.
This pain you gave to me You take it all away This pain you gave to me Take it all away This pain you gave to me/