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Another summer had come, and another time unwillingly spent at Privet Drive for Harry. Though this summer was different for Harry in that he felt deep down that this was for the best, not for the safety of himself but rather him being able to get time away after the events that had taken place earlier during his fifth year at Hogwarts and the events inside the Ministry of Magic. Harry couldn't help but feel deep regret not only for what happened to his friends, those he cared about most, but for what could've happened that night. They could've been killed, and all because of his actions.

Still Harry found himself feeling worse for what did happen, Sirius' death. Over and over, Harry kept playing the thoughts of that night inside the Ministry and his actions that led to death of Sirius, the person he came to look at as a father, a person he came to love. "Why couldn't you have just opened his gift? Why couldn't you have just not been so rash?" Harry found himself continually asking himself these questions as he lay inside his room in the Dursley's house. He had taken to confining himself within his room for most of the summer, as he just couldn't break the guilt he was feeling within.

Harry couldn't help but feel he was destined to be alone in life. His time spent confined in his room was that of deep reflection as he realized everyone he ever loved had been killed by the same group, Voldemort and his Death Eaters. But Harry couldn't help but feel even worse by the fact that he knew the fate of Voldemort lied in his hands, as he was the only one with the ability to kill the person who had taken so much out of his life. The thought of facing Voldemort brought chills to Harry as he couldn't fathom how he'd ever be able to beat the most dark wizard ever.

Though Harry wanted to just forget it all, to be able to just be normal, he found it impossible. He couldn't escape the fact not only of what had happened, but what he was destined to face. Though nobody saw it as Harry's fault to what happened inside the Ministry, Harry couldn't help but think this to be false. "They don't know, they didn't cause their friends to get hurt and someone to get killed," Harry thought aloud each time he thought on the subject. Though Hermione and Ron had sent letters telling Harry not to reflect on that night, to forget it and that it wasn't his fault as they went willingly with him, Harry felt they were just pitying him, thinking to himself, "they didn't cause anyone to get killed. What would they be saying if someone they cared for or loved deeply had been killed that night because of me?"

Harry's sleep gave no ease or comfort to thoughts and fears Harry had during the day. His dreams would often consist of thoughts of the night inside the Ministry, of flashbacks to events that happened that night and himself playing over and over his friends being hurt and even worse, the death of Sirius. Worst of all though, Harry was having fictional dreams as well of his friends Hermione and Ron yelling and screaming at him saying, "you nearly got us killed! You stupid fool, and you killed Sirius!" It's these fictional fantasies that would cause Harry to awake from his dreams, often in a cold sweat. Each and everytime he woke he often couldn't help but thinking, "that's what they really want to say, to tell me how stupid and idiotic I was for causing them to get hurt and to get Sirius killed." Each and every night the dreams took an even deeper and deeper toll on Harry, sending him into a near depressional state and making him feel the worst he had ever in his life.

The summer drifted by slowly, and Harry for the first time in his life found himself almost dreading his return to Howarts. He couldn't face those he had nearly gotten killed, those whom he felt he had caused to be hurt because of his actions, all which could've been prevented by simply opening a gift. "Why didn't you just open it? Why couldn't you have just opened the damn gift!" Harry found himself continually yelling this phrase inside his head, causing him to go into an even deeper emotional state. Harry deeply wished he could just escape his worries and fears, even if it meant never seeing his friends or those he cared about most in the world ever again.

Harry found his only relief to be seeing movies out in the muggle theaters. He found the movies and films to be small worlds he could escape and imagine that maybe one day, his life be just like that of films in which everything came out correct and everyone lived happily ever after. But Harry knew he was just kidding himself, as he knew that never be the case. One evening, Harry had just finished seeing a particular movie about a young couple who had fallen deeply in love despite their varying backgrounds, and went to go on to live happily ever after. Harry found himself oddly intrigued by this movie, as he wondered to himself, "maybe one day I'll be able to love someone, and they'll be able to survive. Who knows, maybe it could happen if you do defeat Voldemort, after all you have beaten him before. Maybe you could find someone?" Harry just shrugged it off, thinking he'd never be able to defeat Voldemort, not anytime soon that's and that he'd never find someone who loved him. However it still struck him as deep down, he felt it could be possible.

That night, for the first time during his summer Harry fell asleep happy. He had a dream that night of himself with a girl, falling in love and being able to know he'd never lose her. He saw himself and the girl living happily ever after and sharing their lives together. The dream progressed on and on until Harry suddenly awoke and realized he knew this girl. "Wait a second why am I dreaming of her and me, why am I dreaming of..." But before Harry could finish his thought, an owl was tapping on his window with a letter, from Hermione.