Harry Potter was being a 'good boy', to the very minimum. He was doing what he was told to do without hassle and was writing to the Order every three days, at least. He barley gave his aunt and uncle any problems, for which they were grateful for. But other than that, something was seriously wrong with Harry this year and they were getting worried that they would be the ones in trouble when they found Harry in his right state.

Harry barley came out of his room, besides to use the washroom twice a day. He wouldn't come down to eat and had hardly slept a wink because, when he did fall asleep, he had nightmares. These nightmares consisted of either A, Voldemort torturing people (which Harry could feel through his scar, even when he was awake) and then killing them (this didn't affect Harry, they only shared the pain), or B, seeing and reliving Cedric and Sirius' death over and over again.

The day before Harry's sixteenth birthday (which they so rudely forgot.. again), Vernon stole into Harry's room and brought down his 'ruddy owl' while Petunia got the parchment, quill and ink that had come along with baby Harry for this very reason. She started to write and was finished by the time her husband go back from his bedroom. She shoved the letter at Hedwig, and told her to 'deliver it to that headmaster or die'. The letter read:

Headmaster,

This is Petunia and Vernon Dursley. We thought it of importance to tell you that Harry has barley left his room ,except to use the washroom, and hasn't had more than a piece or two of bread. We are very concerned for the boy and wish for someone to come and pick him up, as we are not appropriate people to take care of the boy at this time. Your sort, I think would have a chance with him, still.

Petunia and Vernon Dursley

She thought the letter was quick and to the point. She also didn't let anything slip that would make them suspicious of the way that they had past treated the boy. Sure, than had banned him from food when he misbehaved (in their opinion) but for no more than a week at most, and he ended up sneaking out to get food while they were asleep. Little did she know that she had called him 'the boy' and that was sure to bring something to the headmaster's recollection, or at least anyone else who read the letter.

Meanwhile, Harry had yet to move from the position he laid down in over twelve hours ago. He had officially taken his mind away from his body, only to come back when his birthday was five minutes to..

!!!!!

Same day, but later, in the Headmaster's office..

Dumbledore sat in his chair. He had been through enough paperwork from the Ministry and still had half to go. He sighed and took off his glasses, placing them next to his papers. He had just started to rub his temples when an owl came gliding through the open window. Placing his glasses back on, he looked up to see an very familiar looking snowy white owl.

"Ah, so this is the owl I've heard much about. Glad to finally meet you, Hedwig." She cocked her head, looking at him before finally extending her wing. The headmaster gladly accepted and shook it gently, as if shaking someone's hand. She pulled back, hooted, and extended her leg. He took off the letter and with a flick of the wrist, some water and owl pellets appeared. "Enjoy."

As he unfolded the letter, he mused aloud. "It's from Petunia and Vernon. I was wondering when I would hear from them.." he started, but as he read, add, "but definitely not for this reason. Looks like he's handling it harder than I expected, girl. Give me a moment and then if you'd take this to Remus for me."

She hooted her approval. A few minutes later she was off and flying with a letter that read:

Dear Remus,

I have just gotten some terrible news from Harry's guardians. The letter is enclosed. I would highly appreciate it if you went and picked him up tonight before his birthday. It seems that he is handling it far worse than you have, and fare worse than I thought he would. Please be sure to wake Molly and have her be ready for anything when you come back with Harry.

Headmaster Albus Dubledore

!!!!!

Half hour before midnight..

Peck, peck, peck.

Nothing.

Peck, peck, peck.

A grumble was heard.

Peck, peck, peck, peck, peck, peck, peck, peck, peck, peck, peck, peck, peck, peck, peck, peck was heard until Remus finally opened his eyes. Hedwig was at his window.

'What's she doing here?' was his first thought. Harry's letter wasn't due until tomorrow and he never sent her at night. He flicked his wand and the window opened. A very flustered Hedwig swooped down and dropped a letter off in Remus's lap.

He opened it quickly and read both letters. He was shocked, to say the least. Sure, he wasn't over Sirius and it would take a lot longer, but how could someone be worse than he?

He awoke Molly hurriedly, pulling on his outer robes.

"What's the matter, Remus?" she asked, puzzled to why she was being awoke so late into the night. Remus just shoved the letters into her hand and said, "be ready for anything like the letter says. I'm going to go get Harry."

!!!!!

Ten minutes to midnight..

Remus Lupin had just flooed over to Harry's house, lucky of the connection being put up two years before. He muttered a silencing charm on the stairs as he crept up them. Once up, he looked down the hall. Seeing a door with multiple locks that weren't locked, he dejectedly trudged over to them, hoping to find it filled with something dangerous or illegal instead of with Harry. Too bad his wish won't come true.

Eight minutes to midnight..

Muttering yet another silencing charm, he pushed open the door. To his horror, Harry was lying on the bed, looking up to the ceiling, not even blinking. He looked out of it. Plus the fact that he smelled.

Seven minutes to midnight..

He walked in and carefully approached the bed and Harry. He thought that the movement would give himself away, but it didn't. He sat down on Harry's 'bed'.

Six minutes to midnight..

"Harry?" he asked.

No response.

"Harry," he said a little louder.

Still no response.

"Harry," he said, louder again and this time gently shook him.

Still nothing.

Five minutes to midnight..

Harry suddenly bolted upright and walked over to the window. To Remus, it looked as if Harry didn't see him. But Harry hadn't seen him. He was in a world of his own, though his mind was back in his body. He sat at the window and looked out.

Four minutes to midnight..

As he spotted his favorite star, a single lone tear traced the path from his eye, down past his cheek, and off of his chin before he could stop it. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath holding it in.

Three minutes to midnight..

Letting it out, he looked to his clock. Three minutes to go. Then he'd be sixteen. 'What an accomplishment,' he thought.

Two minutes to midnight..

Remus decided to speak up. "Harry?" he asked, attentively. Still nothing.

One minute to midnight..

A lone shooting star shot past the sky. Harry Potter made a wish, as childish as it sounds.

Remus could see the star and heard Harry start to mumble: "I wish.." He knelt down so as to hear better. "I wish that I could be somewhere with people that love me as much as I love them."

He closed his eyes as the tears started to come more freely. He gave no attempt to stop them at all. Now Remus could see what Dumbledore meant.

"Harry, I l-"

Midnight..

Where Harry was sitting, there was no one. Remus screamed, glad that he remembered to put a silencing spell on the room.