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read this or you will know basically everything that happened. Everyone
else, please continue to the disclaimer, where you will find the lawyers
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Harry supposed he should feel sad or angry or something. Sirius was his godfather after all! He hadn't shed a single tear for him, and Harry was feeling pretty guilty.
All Harry could feel was emptiness. He lay back on his bed in the smallest bedroom of number four, Privet Drive. He stared at the ceiling, reminiscing about the year.
He thought about all he'd been told, about the prophecy. So maybe he was a weapon after all. Maybe not the weapon as he'd once thought, but a weapon nonetheless.
An owl tapped at the window. Harry considered whether or not to open the letter it bared. It seemed all he was getting was bad news, and perhaps this was more.
Curiosity won out and Harry got up to let the owl in. He opened the door of Hedwig's cage so it could have some water before it's return flight. The letter was official looking and addressed to a 'Mr. Harry James Potter, Number four Privet drive.'
Harry broke the seal and read what it had to say.
"Dear Mr. Potter, We are sorry for your loss of Sirius Black. A funeral and memorial service will be held Monday, July fifteemth. Please plan to attend. Sincerely, Albus Dumbledore" Harry stared down at the letter for several moments after he'd finished reading it. When they put it in writing, it seemed so final, so definite.
Another owl came flying in. Harry recognized it as being Ron's owl, Pig. Sirius had given it to Ron at the end of fourth year. Harry took the owl and read what it had to say.
"Harry, I suppose you just got the letter for the funeral. Hermione got the same one and so have I. I hope you're doing alright and the rest of the family sends their love. Mum says you're to come over here with us. Ask the muggles and we'll be along to pick you up tomorrow round one. -Ron"
Harry set both letters down on the desk and resumed staring at the ceiling. There was an oddly shaped crack, it looked rather like a hat. Maybe cracks in the ceiling were like clouds in the sky.
Harry sighed to himself and dragged himself downstairs to ask his aunt. Petunia had been much nicer to Harry this summer. Sure, she hadn't been completely wonderful, but at least he wasn't just a freak with no purpose in life. She wasn't anything close to what Sirius had been, but Harry wasn't going to think about that.
He found her in the kitchen, washing some dishes from breakfast. "Er, Aunt Petunia?" he asked.
"Yes?" she replied. There wasn't any irritability in her voice either.
"My-er-friends are coming to pick me up round 1 tomorrow, okay? I'll be staying there for a couple of days." Harry said.
"Okay." She handed him a dish. "Dry that for me, will you?"
Harry shrugged, it wasn't like he had anything better to do. Taking the dishtowel that hung over the handle to the oven and started drying the plate listlessly.
Petunia looked like she wanted to ask Harry what was wrong, but she wasn't sure how to do it. Harry didn't notice though.
When the last fork was washed and dried, Harry put it in the drawer and decided to go reply to Ron's letter.
He started up the stairs, but Petunia stopped him. "Harry-" she began. "Hmm?" Harry asked, not really interested.
"Nothing, get along up stairs!" she snapped, surprising Harry for a moment.
He dragged himself up the stairs and pulled out a bit of parchment and a quill.
"Ron- It's alright, I can come. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. -Harry"
He read the letter over and found it to be okay. It was a little distant, but so was Ron's. No one needed to worry about him, he didn't need their pity.
Harry yawned and sat back down on the bed. He hadn't been sleeping a whole lot since he'd gotten out of school. His nights were plagued with nightmares of Sirius' death and the other events of the year. As he still had not mastered Occlumency, from time to time, he had visions of what Voldemort was planning.
His scar burned constantly, and it was very hard to get used to. Harry knew Voldemort wouldn't care to keep quiet, now that his return was out in the audience.
Hedwig flew through the window. She'd been hunting and now she was back. Harry gave her the letter and said to her, "Take this to Ron, okay?" and Hedwig flew off again.
Harry lay back on the bed, closing his eyes. Then, suddenly, he pressed the heel of his hand to his forehead. His scar started to burn. It felt like his head was going to split in two.
Everything went dark, and then he was in a room. It had stonewalls all around. It was a circular room, and a group of people in dark cloaks stood in a circle. Death eaters.
Harry looked up, at Voldemort. His scar burned fiercly just then, and Harry was on his knees. He was seeing spots. He pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes, trying to make it stop.
"Potter will not know what hit him!" A death eater was saying excitedly.
"Silence!" came Voldemort's cold voice. "Lestange, I do not want to hear you have failed me." He said.
"No, my lord!" came a woman's voice. Harry recognized it as Bellatrix Lestrange.
"Excellent. When the Weasly's come and pick him up tomorrow, Lucius, you will be there."
Lucius nodded. "Yes, my lord,"
And then everything went black again. The pain in Harry's scar had lessoned to a dull ache. He found himself on the floor of his bedroom, rolling around with his hands pressed to his eyes.
Harry had never had a vision like this when he was awake. They normally happened when he was sleeping.
Rubbing his scar, Harry picked up a slip of parchment and a quill. Scratching out his letter quickly, he wrote,
"Dear Sirius- I just had a vision but-"
He stopped writing suddenly. Balling up the paper, he threw it angrily at the wall. Sirius was dead. Dead dead dead and never coming back.
Harry could feel his temper rising. He grabbed the pillow from off of his bed and started punching it, letting out all of his anger. He really would have preferred to yell at someone, but then Vernon would be on his case and so would Dudley. They were down stairs watching the TV and any interruption was a crime punishable by violence.
Harry decided to get to sleep. There wasn't any one worth telling anything anymore. No one would care about his vision or about him like Sirius had. No one could. He was Harry-the-official-orphan-and-totally-alone-Potter. He closed his eyes, and curled up under the sheet of his bed. He knew he should still feel something, but the anger that was such a welcome relief from nothing was gone. He just didn't have the heart to say anything or do anything.
He was still awake a few minuets later when he heard a knock at the door. Petunia stuck her head it. "Dinner's ready, are you eating?" she asked, quite nicely.
Harry glanced at the clock. It was already six thirty. Where had all the time gone?
As if reading his mind, Petunia said, "You've been sleeping all day, I tried to see if you wanted any lunch."
"No, that's ok" Harry replied. He really wasn't hungry.
"You never liked my cooking anyway." Petunia muttered, leaving.
Harry could hear shouts from downstairs. Instead of creeping down to see what it was all about, like the pre-Sirius'-death-Harry would have done, he just lay there. He curled up into a ball and tried to get back to sleep.
All through the night, Harry drifted in and out of sleeping. He had one dream, in which Sirius was writing a letter to him, but before he got the letter, he woke up.
When he woke up for good the next morning, the sun was shining. It was the exact opposite of Harry's mood. Or rather, lack there of.
He glanced at the clock; it read 9.
He got up and threw some clean clothes and his wand into a bag. He was looking forward to seeing everyone, yet at the same time, dreading it.
He went downstairs and saw that everyone was gone. They must have gone shopping, Harry thought. He put some bread in the toaster and waited for it to pop. Today was going to be a long day.
So what do you think? From now on, I'm not posting notes in case I really have something to say. Disclaimer is on the first page, not typing it here on out. Please review, and if you want to be on my mailing list for updates, let me know.
Disclaimer-It belongs to JK, go sue someone else.
Harry supposed he should feel sad or angry or something. Sirius was his godfather after all! He hadn't shed a single tear for him, and Harry was feeling pretty guilty.
All Harry could feel was emptiness. He lay back on his bed in the smallest bedroom of number four, Privet Drive. He stared at the ceiling, reminiscing about the year.
He thought about all he'd been told, about the prophecy. So maybe he was a weapon after all. Maybe not the weapon as he'd once thought, but a weapon nonetheless.
An owl tapped at the window. Harry considered whether or not to open the letter it bared. It seemed all he was getting was bad news, and perhaps this was more.
Curiosity won out and Harry got up to let the owl in. He opened the door of Hedwig's cage so it could have some water before it's return flight. The letter was official looking and addressed to a 'Mr. Harry James Potter, Number four Privet drive.'
Harry broke the seal and read what it had to say.
"Dear Mr. Potter, We are sorry for your loss of Sirius Black. A funeral and memorial service will be held Monday, July fifteemth. Please plan to attend. Sincerely, Albus Dumbledore" Harry stared down at the letter for several moments after he'd finished reading it. When they put it in writing, it seemed so final, so definite.
Another owl came flying in. Harry recognized it as being Ron's owl, Pig. Sirius had given it to Ron at the end of fourth year. Harry took the owl and read what it had to say.
"Harry, I suppose you just got the letter for the funeral. Hermione got the same one and so have I. I hope you're doing alright and the rest of the family sends their love. Mum says you're to come over here with us. Ask the muggles and we'll be along to pick you up tomorrow round one. -Ron"
Harry set both letters down on the desk and resumed staring at the ceiling. There was an oddly shaped crack, it looked rather like a hat. Maybe cracks in the ceiling were like clouds in the sky.
Harry sighed to himself and dragged himself downstairs to ask his aunt. Petunia had been much nicer to Harry this summer. Sure, she hadn't been completely wonderful, but at least he wasn't just a freak with no purpose in life. She wasn't anything close to what Sirius had been, but Harry wasn't going to think about that.
He found her in the kitchen, washing some dishes from breakfast. "Er, Aunt Petunia?" he asked.
"Yes?" she replied. There wasn't any irritability in her voice either.
"My-er-friends are coming to pick me up round 1 tomorrow, okay? I'll be staying there for a couple of days." Harry said.
"Okay." She handed him a dish. "Dry that for me, will you?"
Harry shrugged, it wasn't like he had anything better to do. Taking the dishtowel that hung over the handle to the oven and started drying the plate listlessly.
Petunia looked like she wanted to ask Harry what was wrong, but she wasn't sure how to do it. Harry didn't notice though.
When the last fork was washed and dried, Harry put it in the drawer and decided to go reply to Ron's letter.
He started up the stairs, but Petunia stopped him. "Harry-" she began. "Hmm?" Harry asked, not really interested.
"Nothing, get along up stairs!" she snapped, surprising Harry for a moment.
He dragged himself up the stairs and pulled out a bit of parchment and a quill.
"Ron- It's alright, I can come. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. -Harry"
He read the letter over and found it to be okay. It was a little distant, but so was Ron's. No one needed to worry about him, he didn't need their pity.
Harry yawned and sat back down on the bed. He hadn't been sleeping a whole lot since he'd gotten out of school. His nights were plagued with nightmares of Sirius' death and the other events of the year. As he still had not mastered Occlumency, from time to time, he had visions of what Voldemort was planning.
His scar burned constantly, and it was very hard to get used to. Harry knew Voldemort wouldn't care to keep quiet, now that his return was out in the audience.
Hedwig flew through the window. She'd been hunting and now she was back. Harry gave her the letter and said to her, "Take this to Ron, okay?" and Hedwig flew off again.
Harry lay back on the bed, closing his eyes. Then, suddenly, he pressed the heel of his hand to his forehead. His scar started to burn. It felt like his head was going to split in two.
Everything went dark, and then he was in a room. It had stonewalls all around. It was a circular room, and a group of people in dark cloaks stood in a circle. Death eaters.
Harry looked up, at Voldemort. His scar burned fiercly just then, and Harry was on his knees. He was seeing spots. He pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes, trying to make it stop.
"Potter will not know what hit him!" A death eater was saying excitedly.
"Silence!" came Voldemort's cold voice. "Lestange, I do not want to hear you have failed me." He said.
"No, my lord!" came a woman's voice. Harry recognized it as Bellatrix Lestrange.
"Excellent. When the Weasly's come and pick him up tomorrow, Lucius, you will be there."
Lucius nodded. "Yes, my lord,"
And then everything went black again. The pain in Harry's scar had lessoned to a dull ache. He found himself on the floor of his bedroom, rolling around with his hands pressed to his eyes.
Harry had never had a vision like this when he was awake. They normally happened when he was sleeping.
Rubbing his scar, Harry picked up a slip of parchment and a quill. Scratching out his letter quickly, he wrote,
"Dear Sirius- I just had a vision but-"
He stopped writing suddenly. Balling up the paper, he threw it angrily at the wall. Sirius was dead. Dead dead dead and never coming back.
Harry could feel his temper rising. He grabbed the pillow from off of his bed and started punching it, letting out all of his anger. He really would have preferred to yell at someone, but then Vernon would be on his case and so would Dudley. They were down stairs watching the TV and any interruption was a crime punishable by violence.
Harry decided to get to sleep. There wasn't any one worth telling anything anymore. No one would care about his vision or about him like Sirius had. No one could. He was Harry-the-official-orphan-and-totally-alone-Potter. He closed his eyes, and curled up under the sheet of his bed. He knew he should still feel something, but the anger that was such a welcome relief from nothing was gone. He just didn't have the heart to say anything or do anything.
He was still awake a few minuets later when he heard a knock at the door. Petunia stuck her head it. "Dinner's ready, are you eating?" she asked, quite nicely.
Harry glanced at the clock. It was already six thirty. Where had all the time gone?
As if reading his mind, Petunia said, "You've been sleeping all day, I tried to see if you wanted any lunch."
"No, that's ok" Harry replied. He really wasn't hungry.
"You never liked my cooking anyway." Petunia muttered, leaving.
Harry could hear shouts from downstairs. Instead of creeping down to see what it was all about, like the pre-Sirius'-death-Harry would have done, he just lay there. He curled up into a ball and tried to get back to sleep.
All through the night, Harry drifted in and out of sleeping. He had one dream, in which Sirius was writing a letter to him, but before he got the letter, he woke up.
When he woke up for good the next morning, the sun was shining. It was the exact opposite of Harry's mood. Or rather, lack there of.
He glanced at the clock; it read 9.
He got up and threw some clean clothes and his wand into a bag. He was looking forward to seeing everyone, yet at the same time, dreading it.
He went downstairs and saw that everyone was gone. They must have gone shopping, Harry thought. He put some bread in the toaster and waited for it to pop. Today was going to be a long day.
So what do you think? From now on, I'm not posting notes in case I really have something to say. Disclaimer is on the first page, not typing it here on out. Please review, and if you want to be on my mailing list for updates, let me know.