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been nothing to write home about.
Harry knew he was brooding but he needed to straighten things out in his head and he wanted to understand the progression of events which seemed to be trying to change his life -- again. The sixth year at Hogwarts had been surprisingly uneventful: Voldemort had not shown his hand and although there had been various Death Eater attacks nothing major had occurred. It had been a little difficult at school when he had first started because of the subjects he wanted to take and certain teacher's prejudices even though his OWL results had been significantly better than expected, but something had happened there to smooth the way. For once Harry had not asked what, but he remembered the way McGonagall and Snape had spent half a term glaring at each other and he suspected it had something to do with his head of house.
The most talked about event of the whole twelve months had been the escape from Azkaban of the Death Eaters imprisoned there after the debacle at the Ministry of Mysteries.
It was funny, over the past year Harry had found it very difficult to think of that time and yet now he was dwelling on it. Sirius' death had changed him greatly -- he knew that, and he had avoided the subject completely even in his own thoughts for a long time. Last year he had tried to be more the Harry Potter people remembered, what Ron cheerfully referred to as the Gryffindor hero rather than the angry boy he had been through most of his fifth year. He was not a prefect and yet he couldn't escape the fact that other pupils seemed to look to him as if he was. It seemed to Harry as though his restored integrity put him above the rest of the student body in his fellows' eyes.
The dark haired youth knew he had been avoiding the whole issue of Sirius' death and it had taken him all the summer after his godfather had died to realise that he preferred himself before his fifth year. He had taken the pain deep down inside and tried to be what every one
Harry knew he was brooding but he needed to straighten things out in his head and he wanted to understand the progression of events which seemed to be trying to change his life -- again. The sixth year at Hogwarts had been surprisingly uneventful: Voldemort had not shown his hand and although there had been various Death Eater attacks nothing major had occurred. It had been a little difficult at school when he had first started because of the subjects he wanted to take and certain teacher's prejudices even though his OWL results had been significantly better than expected, but something had happened there to smooth the way. For once Harry had not asked what, but he remembered the way McGonagall and Snape had spent half a term glaring at each other and he suspected it had something to do with his head of house.
The most talked about event of the whole twelve months had been the escape from Azkaban of the Death Eaters imprisoned there after the debacle at the Ministry of Mysteries.
It was funny, over the past year Harry had found it very difficult to think of that time and yet now he was dwelling on it. Sirius' death had changed him greatly -- he knew that, and he had avoided the subject completely even in his own thoughts for a long time. Last year he had tried to be more the Harry Potter people remembered, what Ron cheerfully referred to as the Gryffindor hero rather than the angry boy he had been through most of his fifth year. He was not a prefect and yet he couldn't escape the fact that other pupils seemed to look to him as if he was. It seemed to Harry as though his restored integrity put him above the rest of the student body in his fellows' eyes.
The dark haired youth knew he had been avoiding the whole issue of Sirius' death and it had taken him all the summer after his godfather had died to realise that he preferred himself before his fifth year. He had taken the pain deep down inside and tried to be what every one
