author's note: chapter two! this chapter is a lot longer than the last one. i believe these chapters will be pretty long.

disclaimer: i don't own harry potter. j.k. rowling, warner brothers, and all other affiliates do. if i did own harry potter, it wouldn't exist. *smile*

summary: He was tired of everything that had happened and is happening to him. So, the question is, what could he do to change that?

Harry Potter

Tired

Harry was lying face down in his bed with his comforter around his waist. His arms were wrapped around the pillow his head was currently under. He tried, vainly, to get himself up, but all he could think about was the fact that he couldn't move even if his house was on burning to ashes around him. He was terribly tired. That tired you get from dealing with the same problems over and over and over again without pause. It was the tired you get from carrying burdens that weren't yours but became yours. It was the tired you cold feel all over your body, almost like it was in your bones and in your blood and coursing through your body with every breath you take and every pump of your heart. This was what Harry felt, and he was getting tired of being tired but he didn't know what actions to take in order to change. He decided to start by getting out of bed and taking a shower. Harry dragged himself out of bed. Bumbling over to the bathroom through the dark, unlit house, Harry undressed, turned on the water, and while he waited for the water to heat up, turned on the radio. He popped in one of the CDs that were there (he just so happened to pick up Adam Lambert's For Your Entertainment) and went into the shower. When the water touched his body, Harry took the opportunity to just let the water slide down the front of his body and after a few minutes of this, bent his head forward so the water could hit his back. After a few more minutes of being enveloped by the wet heat of water, Harry lathered a washcloth and washed and rinsed himself off. He came out the shower feeling loads better and a bit more awake. He slipped on some jeans and a t-shirt and walked down to the kitchen to make a quick breakfast. After he finished preparing his oatmeal (Harry wasn't in the mood for anything too complicated), Harry sat down at the kitchen table with a cup of chamomile tea and though of how he could change his life.

author's note: yay! chapter two is done! sorry it took me a while to put it up, life decided to have his way with me. and yes, life is a guy. why? i don't know myself. that's just the way it is though. *shrugs* but anyways, look out for chapter three, coming soon! chapter three is kind of short though, about as long as this one but in a few more chapters, there will be a looooong one. it took me forever to write because i had lost motivation to write it, but it's done! but now you have to wait a while for that chapter to come… don't worry though, i'm going to get it done for you guys as soon as possible!