Guardian of Magic
Prologue
Troubled Times
As Harry sat atop his bed he wondered how his life had spiraled out of control so fast. He had only been out of school for two weeks for summer break, yet so much had happened. Originally, he had entered the wizarding world with high expectations for a better life than the one that he had while with the Dursley's. Initially he was leery about the fact that he was supposedly famous for something he had no recollection of doing, then to find out that it was his mother's sacrifice that allowed him to live. These facts bothered him but in total his life was okay. Sure he had a psychopath after him, but for the first time in his life he had friends or more importantly Harry had people to love and who loved him in return. As time went on he added a few people to that list, but this past year he had to distance himself from his friends to protect them.
Now he found himself living one of his greatest fears, he was mourning and trying to come to terms with Sirius' untimely death. However, four days into break Ron had sent him a letter with Pig telling him that he had finally plucked up the courage to tell Hermione his true feelings for her, and that they were going on their first date sometime the following weekend. Harry was happy for his friends and sent them a letter telling them so, but mentally and emotionally he cringed. Something inside of him didn't feel right and initially he thought he was jealous (in some respects he was), but he later realized that their pairing would change the dynamics of the group. He feared that he would lose them as they would want to spend more and more time with each other and Harry got angry.
He couldn't explain the reasoning behind his anger, but he quickly misplaced it with the fact that they were getting on with their lives while he was stuck at Privet Drive mourning for his recently deceased Godfather. Harry resented the fact that he was stuck in this prison like haven for some undetermined amount of time. He resented having to live like a house- elf with people that he hated and that despised everything about him. Sure the Dursley's were treating him a little better, but he was still forced to do all the chores and prepare all the meals. He was mad that he had to abide by the rules of a man that had lied, deceived, and manipulated him for five years. Harry couldn't believe that he had been so naive for so long. He figured that he was only a tool for Professor Dumbledore, whom hadn't so much as looked at him for an entire year. The more Harry thought about Dumbledore, the more certain uncertainties popped up in his head. However, before he could make any definitive conclusions, he heard his Aunt calling him to make breakfast for her family.
The rest of the day went normally, except for his scar tingling as he was getting out of the shower. From the type of pain coming his scar, Harry could tell that Voldermort was extremely happy about something, and if Voldermort was happy then the wizarding world should be very afraid. As he prepared for bed, Harry considered whether he should send a letter to Dumbledore. He quickly decided to send a letter to Remus and see what his response was.
Prologue
Troubled Times
As Harry sat atop his bed he wondered how his life had spiraled out of control so fast. He had only been out of school for two weeks for summer break, yet so much had happened. Originally, he had entered the wizarding world with high expectations for a better life than the one that he had while with the Dursley's. Initially he was leery about the fact that he was supposedly famous for something he had no recollection of doing, then to find out that it was his mother's sacrifice that allowed him to live. These facts bothered him but in total his life was okay. Sure he had a psychopath after him, but for the first time in his life he had friends or more importantly Harry had people to love and who loved him in return. As time went on he added a few people to that list, but this past year he had to distance himself from his friends to protect them.
Now he found himself living one of his greatest fears, he was mourning and trying to come to terms with Sirius' untimely death. However, four days into break Ron had sent him a letter with Pig telling him that he had finally plucked up the courage to tell Hermione his true feelings for her, and that they were going on their first date sometime the following weekend. Harry was happy for his friends and sent them a letter telling them so, but mentally and emotionally he cringed. Something inside of him didn't feel right and initially he thought he was jealous (in some respects he was), but he later realized that their pairing would change the dynamics of the group. He feared that he would lose them as they would want to spend more and more time with each other and Harry got angry.
He couldn't explain the reasoning behind his anger, but he quickly misplaced it with the fact that they were getting on with their lives while he was stuck at Privet Drive mourning for his recently deceased Godfather. Harry resented the fact that he was stuck in this prison like haven for some undetermined amount of time. He resented having to live like a house- elf with people that he hated and that despised everything about him. Sure the Dursley's were treating him a little better, but he was still forced to do all the chores and prepare all the meals. He was mad that he had to abide by the rules of a man that had lied, deceived, and manipulated him for five years. Harry couldn't believe that he had been so naive for so long. He figured that he was only a tool for Professor Dumbledore, whom hadn't so much as looked at him for an entire year. The more Harry thought about Dumbledore, the more certain uncertainties popped up in his head. However, before he could make any definitive conclusions, he heard his Aunt calling him to make breakfast for her family.
The rest of the day went normally, except for his scar tingling as he was getting out of the shower. From the type of pain coming his scar, Harry could tell that Voldermort was extremely happy about something, and if Voldermort was happy then the wizarding world should be very afraid. As he prepared for bed, Harry considered whether he should send a letter to Dumbledore. He quickly decided to send a letter to Remus and see what his response was.