Rescued

September First: Harry

Sirius was in dog form the entire night. He sat outside Remus's window, and howled the whole night.

At breakfast the next morning, the only one who had had any sleep was Lily. At five o'clock, when Moony finally gave up, Sirius came upstairs to find Lily in his bed. She had slept the whole night.

Moony sullenly poured coffee. He kept nodding off, and almost missed the cup. Sirius smugly slurped down orange juice, every so often flipping his shoulder length black hair.

"Your hair is as black as your soul," Remus muttered grumpily.

"Nope. My soul is a little darker," Sirius smirked, rubbing the bags under his eyes.

A sharp pain flashed through my head.

"You fell asleep and hit your head on the table," said Sirius, trying not to laugh.

After a four hour nap, everyone was a bit more awake. Sirius was running around the yard in dog form, with Lily chasing him. Remus handed me a cup of orange juice, which I accepted gratefully.

"September first is coming quick, Harry," Remus smiled.

"I know. I can't wait for Hogwarts," I said, scratching Lily behind the ears.

"Watch what I taught her," Sirius exclaimed proudly. Lily woofed. She was so big now! She almost reached my knees, and she had thinned out a lot. Lily jumped up into a kitchen chair. Remus grimaced. She reached over and gripped the table cloth, and pulled it out so fast we couldn't see. All the dishes stayed on the table, and nothing spilled. Remus frowned.

"I don't know if it's a very safe thing for her to learn," Moony said.

"Too bad," Sirius replied.

The next day we made a second trip to Diagon Alley. Remus wanted to double check we had everything, and Padfoot just wanted to get me an owl so we could converse when I left for Hogwarts. When we stepped into Eyelop's Owl Emporium, a snowy white owl hooted loudly.

We ended up taking the beautiful snowy owl. I named her Hedwig, a name I found in one of my books.

Lily loved Hedwig. I'm not sure it went the other way around, though!

September first. Tomorrow.

I am so nervous.

It is ten o'clock. I cannot sleep. Hedwig hoots softly every once in a while.

Lily is snuggled up next to me, soaking me in warmth and fur. I'm terrified and excited. Happy and sad. Adventurous and brave. But I am afraid I am not the lion on my wall.

What will I do?

Who will be there for me when I have nightmares? I won't be able to see Lily
Or Padfoot

Or

Moony

The night is dark and deep. It has a strange comforting warmth about it tonight, though. Like the stars are kissing my bare skin. Lily sighs and Hedwig hoots again. It is a warm hoot, as if she's comforting me. I close my eyes

And

Fall

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