What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger.
Prologue
Harry walked merrily down the road. It was the first time he had felt happy in ages. He had received a letter from The Weasley's saying he could stay for the rest of the summer. He had his trunk behind him, and he was headed towards Mrs. Figg's house on Wisteria walk so he could take Floo Powder to the Burrow.
The summer hadn't gone very well for Harry. The Dursley's had a new dog, and it hated Harry with a passion. His Godfather Sirius had died and it was wholly Harry's fault. He had been banned from Quidditch. He had a fight with his Girlfriend, Cho Chang and they broke up. He had been stuck at number four Privet drive since school let out. Voldemort was causing terror, and torturing Muggles at every possible oppritunity. His life stunk.
That, however was no longer the case. He was on his way to the Weasley's, leaving the Dursley's and their foul dog behind. He no longer cared for Cho, so it didn't matter that they had gone their separate ways. His Quidditch ban had been lifted. Voldemort hadn't done a thing in over a week. And, he had finally seen the logic that it wasn't his fault Sirius was dead.
Now life was good. Harry saw an old Muggle struggling to clean out his garage, so Harry helped the man out. The man thanked him, and gave him five pounds. Not much, and it was just short of useless to him. It didn't matter, he was happy.
The familiar sound of an ice cream truck filled the air, and a horde of small children ran to the corner, hoping to catch the driver's eye.
'Why not?' Harry thought
Harry sprinted to the corner and ordered himself a large ice cream cone and a chocolate milkshake. He hadn't had one in years.
Harry was walking away, when he noticed a young girl, around seven or eight without an ice cream. She was the only one without one, and looked quite put out. Harry hadn't touched his ice cream yet, so he walked over to the young blonde girl and handed the cone to her. She grinned happily, she had a bigger ice cream than any of the other kids. Some looked quite jealous.
It didn't matter that Harry no longer had ice cream, he was happy.
Harry still had money left, a little more than a pound. He walked into a store that looked interesting to him. It happened to be a sporting goods store. Harry walked around looking at everything. From baseballs, to hockey sticks, from jerseys to cleats, they had it all. Harry realized he had enough money for a three pack of tennis balls. Harry bought them, and left the store.
Harry popped open the packaging on the tennis balls, and put all three into his hand. 'I used to be able to do this.' He thought. He started to juggle them. He had it perfectly. Harry slipped the strap of his trunk through his belt and reattached it to his trunk. Pulling the trunk with his body, (since it had wheels) he started to juggle as he walked. Harry walked across the road as soon as he had the green walking guy, and promptly dropped a tennis ball. He pocketed the other two and bent to pick up the first. Harry had the ball in his hand and looked up. A large eighteen wheeler was headed right at him, with no intention of stopping!
A\n: EHEHE! Am I evil or what? I'm posting this from rome, enjoy!
Harry walked merrily down the road. It was the first time he had felt happy in ages. He had received a letter from The Weasley's saying he could stay for the rest of the summer. He had his trunk behind him, and he was headed towards Mrs. Figg's house on Wisteria walk so he could take Floo Powder to the Burrow.
The summer hadn't gone very well for Harry. The Dursley's had a new dog, and it hated Harry with a passion. His Godfather Sirius had died and it was wholly Harry's fault. He had been banned from Quidditch. He had a fight with his Girlfriend, Cho Chang and they broke up. He had been stuck at number four Privet drive since school let out. Voldemort was causing terror, and torturing Muggles at every possible oppritunity. His life stunk.
That, however was no longer the case. He was on his way to the Weasley's, leaving the Dursley's and their foul dog behind. He no longer cared for Cho, so it didn't matter that they had gone their separate ways. His Quidditch ban had been lifted. Voldemort hadn't done a thing in over a week. And, he had finally seen the logic that it wasn't his fault Sirius was dead.
Now life was good. Harry saw an old Muggle struggling to clean out his garage, so Harry helped the man out. The man thanked him, and gave him five pounds. Not much, and it was just short of useless to him. It didn't matter, he was happy.
The familiar sound of an ice cream truck filled the air, and a horde of small children ran to the corner, hoping to catch the driver's eye.
'Why not?' Harry thought
Harry sprinted to the corner and ordered himself a large ice cream cone and a chocolate milkshake. He hadn't had one in years.
Harry was walking away, when he noticed a young girl, around seven or eight without an ice cream. She was the only one without one, and looked quite put out. Harry hadn't touched his ice cream yet, so he walked over to the young blonde girl and handed the cone to her. She grinned happily, she had a bigger ice cream than any of the other kids. Some looked quite jealous.
It didn't matter that Harry no longer had ice cream, he was happy.
Harry still had money left, a little more than a pound. He walked into a store that looked interesting to him. It happened to be a sporting goods store. Harry walked around looking at everything. From baseballs, to hockey sticks, from jerseys to cleats, they had it all. Harry realized he had enough money for a three pack of tennis balls. Harry bought them, and left the store.
Harry popped open the packaging on the tennis balls, and put all three into his hand. 'I used to be able to do this.' He thought. He started to juggle them. He had it perfectly. Harry slipped the strap of his trunk through his belt and reattached it to his trunk. Pulling the trunk with his body, (since it had wheels) he started to juggle as he walked. Harry walked across the road as soon as he had the green walking guy, and promptly dropped a tennis ball. He pocketed the other two and bent to pick up the first. Harry had the ball in his hand and looked up. A large eighteen wheeler was headed right at him, with no intention of stopping!
A\n: EHEHE! Am I evil or what? I'm posting this from rome, enjoy!