Home Again

Chapter 1-Depression

(Harry POV)
Gone. It's the only word that I can think of right now. My parents, gone. Sirius, gone. Dumbledore, gone. Remus and Tonks, gone. Everywhere I look, I am reminded of their absence. The Marauders Map, the Invisibility Cloak, the two-way mirror shard, Teddy, and all of my memories. I've started to remember times I had with my parents, not much, just bits and pieces, but now I can't stop noticing their absence. Absence. I guess that's another word I can't stop thinking about. It follows me around, makes me feel depressed, forces me to hide my feelings and cry about them silently after everyone's gone to sleep, and the next morning I lie awake but sleep-deprived on my bed. The nightmares have haunted me, too. Almost every night, I wake up startled because I've just seen people I love get tortured because I can't save them. I guess I'll just lay here until someone tells me otherwise...

A couple minutes later, Hermione bursts into my room, "Up! Up! We're going to be late!" She says, completely disregarding the fact that I have no shirt on. (A/N that's about as mature as it gets, aside from some kissing.) I get out of bed and shoo Hermione out of the room so I can get dressed. As I walk downstairs, I review the day's schedule. Today isn't very eventful, just our weekly Monday meeting about the Wizarding World's crime report. It's Monday, right? I check the calendar. Sure enough, today is Monday, June 19th, 2001. Mrs. Weasley asks me if I want breakfast, but I have to politely decline as Hermione pulls both Ron and I out the door. As we arrive at the Ministry, something catches my attention. A banner has been put up near the newspaper stand. The words, "Ministry Decree" are written in big, bold letters at the top. Under the title, it says: "All Ministry officials must report to their offices every day (unless one has a legitimate reason) at nine A.M. sharp. This decree is effective starting June thirtieth, two-thousand and one." Ron gives me a confused look. "What did they bloody go and do that for?" He asks. "I dunno," I answer as I check my watch, it reads 8:53 am. "but we need to be at our weekly meeting in seven minutes." Ron audibly groans. He hates our weekly meetings. "Well then," Hermione chirps. "I'd best be going. See you guys later!" She walks off to her job in the Department of Muggle Affairs after giving Ron a peck on the cheek.

Sometimes I wonder how life can go on so normally when I'm actually dead inside.

A/N
Hi guys! How was that for a first chapter? I think I'll try and get the next one out in about 3 or 4 days, right after I update my other story. Anyways, if you have any thoughts, I'd love to hear them! You all know how to comment (hopefully) so just leave one and maybe it'll make my day!

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