Harry Potter was sitting on his bed looking through his 5th year defense book, but he wasn't really paying attention to the contents because his mind was on the events of about a month before at the Department of Mysteries. He couldn't stop thinking about it. Feelings of guilt and longing washed over him. He also had a lot of pent up anger inside of him. He was angry at himself for running off and causing his godfather to die, he was angry at Snape for not telling him how to properly clear his mind, and lastly, he was somewhat angry at Dumbledore for springing the prophecy on him so soon after his godfather died.

He didn't know what to do about the things he felt. The Dursley's ignored him except for meals, since they were scared of what "Mad-Eye" Moody would do to them if they even so much as looked at him, although he didn't mind that because he didn't like them anyway. He couldn't talk to Ron or Hermione because the owls could be intercepted and he wouldn't want to risk their safety. The only one he could talk to was Hedwig, his snowy owl, because she too, shared his predicament of being locked up in a room with nowhere to go, except she could go out at night to hunt because she'd seem less conspicuous then.

He lay on his bed with an air of defeat. How in the world was he supposed to beat the "evil" Voldemort? He was just Harry. There wasn't anything special about him. He had no special powers and he didn't think he was smart like Hermione, and he wasn't good at anything except for flying. He pondered this and thought about all the times he wished he had a family. He used to dream that someone would come and take him away from his relatives. Now his chance for a family was gone.

"What am I going to do Hedwig? Sirius is dead, it's all my fault, and I can't talk to my friends because no one can help me with killing Voldie." At this point Hedwig flew over to Harry's open trunk and pulled out a folded piece of parchment.

"What's this, girl?" Harry unfolded the parchment, looked at it, and realized it was a letter he'd never read before. " But who is it from?" Harry wondered. He didn't remember getting any letters this summer so it must have been sometime before that. He decided to read it and see.