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After another long and extremely hot day at Private Dr. Harry lay on his bed daydreaming.( which is how he spent most of his time lately.) It was only two weeks into the summer holidays and he was already tired of being at Private Dr. But he didn’t really know where he wanted to be, sometimes he wished that he would be at The Burrow with Ron and Hermione and at other times he thought that he was just better off away from them. He wasn’t sure that he was ready to talk to them about Sirius, or what Dumbledore had told him nearly four weeks ago in his office. Harry wasn’t ready to see Hermione and Ron’s reactions when he would tell them that he would have to fight Voldemort and one of them was going to have to kill the other. Harry no longer felt like a normal 15 year old boy, he felt different, odd, and lost. He no longer felt anything he didn’t care what people said about him or wether or not they were on his side. last year he spent the whole year worrying if someone thought he was a nutter but now he really didn’t care. He wasn’t worried about Quiditch, or classes, he even didn’t care if Cho liked him any more, Because he knew that eventually he would either have to die or become a murderer. Just then Harry’s thoughts were interrupted by Aunt Petunia’s yells,
“ Harry!!! Get down here you have to clear the table!!.”
Harry got up and slowly went downstairs. Without really seeing it he picked up a plate off the table and brought it to the sink.
“ No complaining, no yelling, even no talking, what’s wrong with you boy, are you up to something?” asked uncle Vernon who was sitting at the table with the newspaper.
“ No” Harry replied.
“ Just not the same any more”
And this was true he felt like a total and complete stranger to himself.
“ Awww did you actually love that rotten and no good Godfather of yours?” asked his Uncle.
“ How did you find out about that?” Harry demanded.
“ Got a letter from some guy by the name of lets see what was it…..Weasel?”
“ You mean Weasley?” said Harry
“ Yes that’s it, got a letter about a week ago telling me about how your good for nothing God-”
“ HE WAS NOT GOOD FOR NOTHING HE WAS GREATER THEN YOU’LL EVER BE! YOU NEED TO SHUT UP ABOUT STUFF YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW ABOUT!!!” Harry yelled at his Uncle and with that he ran back up to his room. He slammed the door shut and was surprised to find out that his Uncle didn’t come to his room, He was probably scared that if he would then Harry would right a letter to mad-eye Moody and have him come up here. Harry went back to the moment when they were at the train station and remembered his uncle’s expression when Moody threatend him that if he found out that he was treating Harry badly then he would come here and sort him out.