Renewing What He Lost - ON HOLD

Chapter 1- The Note that Changes All

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'It should have been me' Harry mused as he ran over his thoughts of the recent past while sitting at a park where he had sat many times years ago in Little Whinging, Surrey.

It's been two weeks since his godfather, Sirius Black, fell through the torn veil at the Ministry of Magic, where Harry could hear voices coming from the torn veil that was the cause of his godfathers early death.

Harry could remember every detail of when the closest thing to a father that Harry had, fell backwards into a graceful arc into the veil that had ruined so many lives, innocent and guilty.

'Merlin,' Harry thought with frusteration. 'Why couldn't I not have been stupid and just learn't occumalancy with Snape!'

Thoughts like those coursed though the young Gryffindors head as he closed his eyes and flashes of veils, green lights, and mocking laughter ran through his troubled emerald green eyes. And just as he was about to stand up to go back to Number 4 Privet Drive, a raindrop fell into his cheek.

When he looked up he was clouds looming over him, threatening and dark.

To him, they perfectly reflected him poor mood.

'Great, just what I need.' He thougth with great amounts of sarcasm. 'Now Aunt Petunia will yell at me for tracking water into their house' Harry thought sadly, as he was walking back to his "house".

When he had arrived back at Privet Drive, his thoughts were true. Aunt Petunia had snapped at him angrily for ruining her house and bringing her family more trouble with him in their house that she tries so hard to keep clean.

But as the next few days past in a confused haze, Harry couldn't shake the feeling of unease. He knew he was being paranoid as he now know that he basically had to murder or be murdered. But he thought that maybe he would have the right to.

Though every time he started to think more about his odd feelings, someone or something always seemed to interupt him.

This time it was Vernon Dursley.

"Now listen here you little ungrateful brat. Me, Petunia, and Dudley are going into Central London tomorrow and you are not coming." Uncle Vernon said with unmistakable fury in his voice. But there was also something that Harry couldn't really place.

Was it pity?

"Fine" He had replied automatically, and too tired to respond with a witty comment that would make things even worse.

"Now go and make us dinner!" Uncle Vernon had bellowed at Harry, while spraying him with spit.

Harry didn't respond, he just strode towards the kitchen and settled with glaring at the three people who were sitting at the table and taking way more food than he was ever allowed.

Hours later, when Harry was lying in his small bed he was overcome with an urge to take a walk and feel with cold, crisp air on his pale face.

So, he threw on one of Dudleys old sweatshirts, that was about five sizes too big for him, and he quietly let his room. As he was creeping across the landing he could hear Uncle Vernon and Dudley's snores reverberating through the house.